Podcasts about Paradises

Hallo ihr Lieben,das erste Thema der Season neigt sich dem ende zu; Helden! Und wie könnte ich das Thema besser beeenden als mit dem Paradis der Krieger und Helden, Valhalla. In dieser Folge gehe ich auf die Quellen ein und auf das andere Paradis der nordischen Helden. Außerdem schauen wir über den Tellerrand hinaus und schauen und andere Formen eines Paradises in anderen Glaubensrichtungen an seit gespannt! Schreibt mir gern in die Kommentare, wie euch diese Episode gefallen hat. Ich freue mich auf den Austausch mit euch!Alle aktuellen Plattformen findet ihr hier:https://linktr.ee/pagan_podcastEuer Ingmar

No Longer An Enemy.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels."My Sister wished to know if you speak Mandarin," the brother translated for me."Hi, I'm Cáel," I greeted him. "Who are you guys?" He looked to one of the two goons holding on to me. I received a painful kidney punch. I discovered a whole new super-power. It hurt for about two seconds then nothing."I asked you a question," he repeated."No, I don't speak Mandarin," I lied so well it came across as a dour confession."Yet you know the secretive language of the Earth & Sky," he stated."Yes, I do. I have a thing for dead languages. Maybe in a few more years, I'll pick up your Mother Tongue as well," I bantered.No punishment was immediately meted out, so I suspected no one close to me, besides him, spoke much if any English. Jian Bob (my new name for him) didn't relay my insult. I wasn't worth it. He went straight for the reason for our get-together."You are going to die, Mr. Nyilas. That is a given," J B began."We both know you have done enough damage to our cause to be worthy of elimination a hundred times over. I'm going to show you respect by not lying to you about your possible fate. What you can do is save your young companion. We understand you two are close," he appealed in a very polite manner. Aya snickered."Cáel, these people are mentally challenged," she giggled to me, "or hideously misinformed.""I know, I know," I smiled down at Aya. "Still, they have gone through a great deal of effort to insult our intellect today, so let's humor them a little longer." Jian Bob issued several casual orders.In short order, a third man had hold of me by the jaw with one hand while trying to hold my eyelids open with the other. One guard held her by the shoulders. A second held her right hand, extending her ring finger. A third man held a knife to her top knuckle. A forth stood close with a small blowtorch."She may be a small person, Mr. Nyilas, but she can still die by the Death of a Thousand cuts," he explained."I love you, Aya," I told her softly."I love you too, Fehér mén," she succeeding in keeping most of the fear from her voice.Neither one of us could stop this. Aya certainly didn't expect me to compromise the Host for her benefit. She was as much an Amazon as the first Epona."First, I wish to know what alerted you to the attack at the Summer Camp," Bob began the interrogation."We know you were responsible. We want to know what happened." I looked into his eyes and waited patiently. He nodded to the guard, who shoved my face toward Aya's extended finger until I was less than a foot away."Do it." The Order came in Mandarin.The guard cut the top part of the digit off, one knuckle. I looked at the flesh and bone being cut away. In a clinical manner, I noted how sharp the blade was. I saw the blood shoot forth and heard Aya's little voice cry out in pain. I was pulled back and pointed at Jian Bob again."Do I need to repeat the question for you?" he said."No, I caught it the first time," I grimaced. "It tells me that you haven't the slightest idea who you are fucking with." Bob made a slight hand gesture and the blowtorch cauterized Aya's stump. Her little lungs belted out a terrible screech that wound down as her feet gave out and she hung limply in the guard's grip."Revive her." The blowtorch guy, clearly not his first day on the job, snapped some smelling salts under her noise. Aya revived, sobbing and in a great deal of pain."Cáel," she whimpered. "I have found my stillness. I'll be okay now." Her sobs subsided."Shall we try this again?" J B remained coolly polite, almost urbane."Nah," I joked, "we are both pretty good over here.""Again." The Mandarin order came. Off went another digit of her ring finger. This time her scream was much more exuberant and forceful. We all know it hurt like Hell, but the world had turned."He's going to kill all of you," Aya snickered while she sobbed. "You are all going to die.""Mu, what is the little girl saying?" she asked Jian Bob, real name Mu."She is stating her belief that Cáel will somehow kill us all," he and his sister shared the joke. "Let us see what her tune is when they start in on her left hand," the woman smiled at her sibling.That implied they'd cut off her right thumb and fingers, digit by digit, until one, or both of us cracked. The man nodded and Aya's nub was burned again. Her scream was more of a cleansing shout."Cáel, do you think I will have a nice horse to ride when I join Epona's herds, or will I get a pony?" Aya whimpered."Not a clue," I began before Mu had the face-hugging guard apply a finger strike to my solar plexus. Alal's gift had allowed me to partially organize my brain functions. Coping with pain was a whole lot easier now, but I had to be careful to monitor it because pain was Nature's way of letting you know that there was something wrong with your body."What color would you like me to pick up and have waiting for you," punch, "when you finally take yourself to the cliffs?""Again.""This is accomplishing nothing," the senior bald Mo Fo grumbled. "He clearly cares nothing for the child and has been trained in counter-interrogation techniques.""There is nothing to indicate that," Mu bristled."Xiàsh, burn the tip of his left forefinger," senior necromancer commanded. The guy holding my face coordinated with the men holding my arms to free me of my bonds and wrestle my left arm forward. I didn't bother resisting.It didn't take the commandoes long to figure I had stopped caring. On came the flame and the pain. Oh, I screamed. The pain was real. What had changed was my ability to shuffle it off to an isolated memory file to be tackled later. The bald creep stepped into my field of vision. His eyes were windows to the abyss. My "spirit" sight opened my eyes to the truly inhuman sections of his mind and soul."See, normal techniques will not be affective. We will do it, " and they realized the enormity of their mistake by assuming I was paralyzed by the pain. I broke free of the guy on my left and began twisting around the guy on my right. I wasn't getting away, I was going for his QCW O5. I knew their favorite martial arts styles and their weaponry now.The guy I was rolling behind realized what I was doing (going for his gun), but mistook my intentions. I wasn't trying to get away, or steal the gun (still strapped to his body). That cockhead even helped me out by lurching ground-ward. I swung the gun up, hit the selector and fired two quick bursts.The first three rounds hit Mr. Blowtorch in his right thigh, shredding it. The second burst caught Mr. Knife guy in the crotch, a triple 21mm castration. Had Blowtorch Guy not been busy trying to keep the strands of his right hip connected to his right leg, he could have stopped the blood fountaining from his buddies shattered groin. That was the end of my joy.I was born to the ground and the guy whose gun I'd borrowed pulled away. I hit the concrete surface hard. That was only the beginning of my issues. Radiating from the floor was cold beyond cold. I had the sensation of falling into the heart of a cold, dead star. How I even knew what the felt like was an impossibility."He feels very cold," protested one of the two guards, in Mandarin; pulling me back to my feet groused."If your incompetence has led to his terminal condition," the male twin threatened. I felt the approach of the female twin, her reaching for me. A new intense pain seared me to the cores of my bones. Before she yanked my hair up, my body reignited.I found myself stared into her pitiless eyes that regarded me with the casual callousness of a veterinarian preparing to put down some rabid stray dog. She ran three fingers over my cheek."What are you babbling about?" she snapped at the two commandoes. "If anything, he is feverish.""Zhen, have him sedated," Chief Necromancer demanded. "Mu, now we will do this my way." Once more I was bound. Someone stabbed a needle into my right triceps. That was a mere discomfort. If I had any consolation, it was hearing Mu ordering the execution of the two men I'd shot.They didn't have the time and facilities to tend to their immediate emergency needs and taking them to a trauma center wasn't going to happen. Those two went into body bags. I had to assume they would be joining us on the plane, though they'd be in the cargo compartment."What are you smiling at?" I heard Zhen snapping before my world collapsed down to a pinhole of light."Lady, I don't know what you said," Aya declared happily. "You are probably angry that Cáel has already killed two of you and we haven't even got off the ground yet." I heard a sound I couldn't make out followed by another and finally a third. That resulted in an Aya-squeak. Ah, she'd tried to hit Aya and Aya had dodged the first two blows. Good girl."Cáel isn't going to like you doing that," Aya chirped."Aya's a winner," I mumbled. I wasn't in control of my senses when they dragged me onto a waiting jet. I wasn't worried. With Aya at my side, I was invincible.DreamingI looked at her face, so youthful, beautiful in her own way, yet far from innocent. She bore a terrible weight. The armor she was wearing, that of a heavy horseman of the steppe, was a leather coat, chain links over her vulnerable regions (throat, underarms and skirt), with the rest being covered by darkened bronze plates.Her iron helmet was open-faced with mobile plates covering her cheeks as well as the sides and the back of her neck; it bore a white horse-hair plume, it was the only feature of her panoply that would draw any special attention her way. She carried no shield. Instead, she wielded a powerful horn & sinew composite recurve bow. She used her knees to rise up on her mount and fire over the mare's head.Similarly attired women rode close to either side of this young woman. Both were older; one in her early forties and the other ~ late thirties. The one to the left bore a lance, not in the couched fashion most people today are familiar with, but used in a double-handed over-head fighting style.The woman to the right fought with a strange blade. It wasn't saber ~ an ancestor of that blade perhaps. It was about a meter long, no hand guard, single-edged except for the top 4 cm on the back side which was equally sharp. Her left hand remained free. I think I saw her purpose. If the young woman got into difficulty, her guardian on the right could pull her horse away and lead the woman to safety.Behind and beside those three rode perhaps three hundred of their sisters. Those in the center were as heavily armored as those three. On each flank were the lighter, faster bow-women, on smaller steeds. The women in the center rode larger mounts that were good for carrying weight and pushing home a charge, while the flanking steppe ponies were virtually tireless.In the center, identified only by her long golden-mane helm, was the Golden Mare ~ War Leader of the Host. The Amazons didn't fly pennants or carry banners. They judged the course of battle by that woman's head movements (the mane was quite long) and the shrill horn blasts unique to the Amazons.Let the barbarians have the all too common deep booming horns calls and their totems raised high for the world to see. Let the Romans keep their trumpets and Legion standards. Amazons had been putting those fools in their graves from time immemorial. Right now, those horns had summoned the Host to a trot.The Hun, Attila, had tasked the Sarmatian Chieftain, under whose banner they rode, to deal with another crisis, the third this short day. Once more, they directed their horses over Catalaunian Fields. The Ostrogoth had gotten themselves into a world of trouble, those filthy, stinking Germans (why was I even thinking that way?)First the Amazons had ridden forth on Attila's right, reinforcing the allied Germanic tribes on the Right Wing in their attempt to force a wedge between Aetius' Romans and King Sangiban's Alans. They'd shown the fools the way, but the supporting Gepids cavalry was too timid and by the time they began to approach, the Golden Mare had been forced to sound 'retire'.The Roman auxiliary cavalry, though of poor quality, had plugged the gap. The Host were too few and too valuable (in their estimation) to die holding a position that their 'allies' might not rescue them from. Next, they had been directed to attack the center of the Alan cavalry line in support of the Huns.Despite the cowardice of their king, the Alans were hardy fighters and too accustomed to the style of steppe warfare that the Host practiced to be lured away from their position. Arrows were exchanged and brief, brutal skirmishes developed, but no advantage was gained. With their mounts exhausted, the Golden Mare had ordered the Host to retired to their camp to water their horses and refill their quivers.That bit of common sense and tactical wisdom placed them in their present crisis. Their Ostrogoth allies had been beating themselves against their Visigoth cousins all afternoon, charging up the same cursed slope that any sane commander would have found a way to flank. No, the Germans had failed seven times using the same plan, so they tried an eighth.Miraculously, they had gained a toehold on the ridgeline and killed the Visigothic King. Like a mob of mindless farmers, the Ostrogoths stopped to celebrate their 'victory' and taunt the Visigoths with the mutilated body of their fallen leader. The Visigoths had been properly incensed and counter-attacked. That's what Princes were for, to avenge their fallen Sires.As the Host exited the Hunnic laager, they'd seen the calamity unfold. The wavering Visigoth infantry had stiffened their line. Believing the Ostrogoths would press forward, the Horse-tail banner of Attila himself broke away from the central Hunnic body, pivoted to his left and thundered into the Visigoth's exposed flank.In the din of battle, it may have looked to the Great Warlord that he had a vanishing opportunity for victory. From the valley below, it was much clearer to the Amazons that the moment to break the Visigothic infantry had passed. The Huns were too tired; their mounts frothing from a long, hot afternoon of battle. Without a swift follow-through, the attack was doomed.At that point, headlong flight for the Amazons wasn't possible. Their long term survival hung on the Hunnic King keeping his Germanic 'allies' in line. They were still somewhere in eastern Roman Gaul, with the Rhine to ford and a land thick with perpetually vicious, blood-thirsty, crotch-scratching, flea-bitten Germanic barbarians to cross before they saw the green rolling hills of home again.No, the Golden Mare, and that young lady knew they had to do something to stem the tide of this disaster for another hour, then darkness would force the combatants to separate so they could try their hand at battle the next day. As the Golden Mare rode to the Sarmatian Chieftain, a rider came through the dust from Attila. The Visigothic cavalry had returned with a vengeance and the Ostrogoths were folding up.The Sarmatians (with their attached Amazons) were to 'somehow' repair the situation. As the Chieftain, the Golden Mare and three Sarmatian tribal leaders hastily discussed the actions. They saw the Hunnic Right, under hard pressure from the Roman attack, beginning to disintegrate. Of immediate concern was the rift opening up between the retreating Hunnic Gepids and the Hunnic horsemen holding the center.King Sangiban had finally discovered his manhood. The Alans attacked through that gap in the Hunnic lines and a rout was in the offing. The Sarmatian Leader decided he had to answer Attila's call. The Golden Mare offered to take her Amazons and whichever tribal leader volunteered first to ride with her against the Alans.She drew her sword and held it aloft then motioned the Sarmatians to look at her shadow."We will hold them off until the length of our swords double (the shadow). Then we are all on our own," she offered. There was no further discussion necessary. There was nothing else to say. The Host and their allies had the fresher horses and full quivers.The Alans had numbers but no heavy horse present, yet. The Host had answered Attila's call to war and now, nearly a year away from their homes in the forested steppe lands of modern-day Bukovina. At that moment they were wondering how few of them would ever see their horse herds roaming free this side of life.That was where my vision came in ~ that woman was 'Ishara', the last of my major bloodline of the first Ishara and this was the last hour of her life. The other two women were the only other two members of that vanishing bloodline. One was her aunt and the other a cousin. Despite the dire peril to their lineage, they joined their sisters in battle.Even though they were outnumber 2 to 1, the Amazons swept aside the first burst of Alans, scattering their bands and hunting the slowest of them down. Rushing alone to fill the gaping hole in the main battle lines was to abandon all tactical sense. Eighty Amazon heavy horse and perhaps twenty more Sarmatians ~ they were integrated now ~ alone simply weren't enough.For the roughly 300 lightly armored horse-archers, it would be a pointless suicide and that was not the Amazon way. Instead, they scattered the initial Alan rush then gently trotted back down the slope. Of course, the Alans regrouped and followed. It was the battle pulse of steppe skirmishing.By simply existing, they turned the rushing wave of that first Alan charge into a slowly strengthening tide. The Alans' mounts were tired and in need of water. Their quivers were nearly empty and some were seen at the top of the slope looting the quivers of the fallen. Whenever they could, the Amazons killed those clever souls.Killing an archer closer to you who only had two arrows left wasn't as economical as killing the one who was both dismounted, thus an easier shot, and about to have fifteen bolts to use against you. Without the constant harassment, the Gepids were able to keep their retreat orderly. In turn, the other Germanics farther to the right kept their mobs relatively intact as well.Their success earned them the inevitable enemy reaction. From his vantage point, the Roman Aetius saw the vulnerable and unsupported position the Amazons held. If he could push past the Amazon screen, he could still achieve a route instead of accepting a mere victory for his side. The solution was a force of

A Walk In the Park  & Aya's Finest Hour.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Professional, conscript, or volunteer, they all have run away from battle.A Note on terminology and the metaphor of Cael's WorldThe terms Weave of Fate and 'Weave ' are interchangeable. Weave expresses the intersection ~ the sieve that all the possible futures entered to create what we perceive as this 'now'. Fate is the keeper of the sieve. The Present is what is happening right now. It is that infinitesimal which we interpret as Reality.The Legend is what happens when the present is pulled back through the weave and becomes the past. It is called the Legend because, as the former presents fade into the past, they blur; each becomes less precise and more open to interpretations. (It is as if you were looking at one thing through a prism; as you shift your stance, what you see appears to change.) Within the Legend exist mystic creatures, divinities, demons, spirits, all the Paradises and Hells.The Endless Black Sands is the final resting place for all failed legends. It is the place where all is forgotten until even former realities break down into the Black Sands. That Alal found a way to cheat this doom and retrieved Shammuramat, was truly remarkable; even though Fate 'balanced accounts' with him by sending Ajax and his war band along that path as well.If you wonder how that was a balancing, consider this:The only people Alal cares for (in his own brutal fashion) are Shammy, now Sakura, and his only true offspring in 5,000 years, Cáel.Fate sent Ajax.With Ajax available to test Cáel, how could Alal resist the temptation to place one of the planet's greatest killer on a collision course with both of his loves in order to test Cáel?The Veil is a function of the Weave that protects sentient perception from perceiving the Weave and disguises the otherness of creatures of legend, unless they willingly allow themselves to be seen, which they usually do only so they can 'physically' interact with the Present. Some sentient minds, through horrific trauma such as the Augurs' self- poisonings, through the quirks of Fate via Holy Men, Mad Prophets and Doomsayers such as Temujin, or through the touch of legends such as Ishara, can sense the fluctuations in the Veil and the things behind it. Cáel, in truth, has been shaped by all three vehicles (Ishara, the Augurs and Temujin's legend.)Oblivion is what awaits Reality if the Weave ever fails beyond its ability to heal itself. This threat is what keeps the creatures of legend from constantly traversing the Weave. They have to weaken the Weave to do so or to use powers in Reality, the greater the distortion they create, the greater the weakening that occurs.End Note(Two days ago, with thirty days left)"That was fantastic, Lady Yum-Yum," I sighed."What did you just call me?" she panted softly. We were naked in one of our Task Force bedrooms that was actually used for sleeping, and now sex. I was still pressed against her reposed body, despite our recent exertions. She was on her stomach, arms stretched down her sides.She was sweaty and short of breath. She still had her wits about her and an awareness of our situation: victory sex, me still aroused and her fingernails scratching my thighs and buttocks. My equally sticky body was pressing down on her, even though I supported my weight with outstretched hands placed on either side of her shoulders."Lady Yum-Yum," I mumbled as I kissed the back of her head. "That was the first thing that sprang to mind when you introduced yourself." I could see her working that through her highly complex mind."When writing your memoirs, please remember to me refer to me that way," she began to flex her thighs and abdominal muscles, so that her ass was pumping against my hips."Only if this helps persuade you to give me a repeat performance.""I'll consider,," she purred, then paused to catch her breathe. "You are in phenomenal shape, young man. Do any of your other lady-loves have pet names?""Nope," I grunted as I withdrew.She had teased me with anal sex hints repeatedly, yet never delivered. She liked the game and the power she wielded. My body being on top of hers was only an illusion of a tactical advantage. She knew me pretty well already. I wasn't the kind of guy who would use physical strength to overwhelm her vulnerable position. This being so, a cerebral skirmish only excited her more.We waged a war that was based on intakes of breath, the shimmying of muscles and the trembling of fatigued flesh. The prize for me was the winning. Lady Fathom Worthington-Burke played tricky-clever, but I was better. And at times like this, she admitted it. She gave me what I wanted. I rolled her.Straight, face-to-face fucking. The Lady's pulsar gaze trapped my vision. She smiled, grudgingly at first, then more and more sensually as my glans returned to her g-spot that it had scouted out earlier. This was 'surrender by the Fathom method'. She gave me what I wanted, so I took what I wanted, and pleasured her at the same time."Mmm, you are a bad, bad boy," she lapsed into her trashy West-End Londoner accent. It was perfect and an erotic whiplash when added to her native, refined manner of speech. This wasn't a trick this time, it was a treat. It was a gift, reciprocated. The tactile sensation of her cervix becoming a soft, spongey chalice for my final penetrations was icing on an all-so-luscious cake.I tendered her a tribute worthy of my first love, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. It was strange to find a woman like her. Outside of Kimberly, I had found only one other woman who graciously offered her ultimate pleasure paean to the hundreds of lovers who had become before. That other woman, it still floored me, was Buffy Du, no, Buffy Ishara, First of my House."Oh!" and several heartbeats later, "Cáel!" several hissed series of breathes and then, "Goddess! You are better than good!"Two thoughts collided within me:A) I had never seen a more controlled orgasmic explosion in my life. I was going to have to tell Buffy about this, once we were safely in bed. If it was office talk, she'd punch me through a window and that would make Aya cry. I couldn't have that.B) Goddess? I thought she was Anglican. This needed further study. This treatment was really nice. I leaned in, kissed her. Lady Yum-Yum smiled. "Take me to the shower. Play time is over, Cáel," and she was back to all business."You are treating me like a fleshy vibrator," I pointed out."But you are a very finely-trained, fleshy vibrator, you wonderful boy," she stroked my cheek. "Shower! Now!" So, like a Good Boy, International Merchant of Death and Chosen Son of a Divine Amazon Goddess, I slid off her, then cradled her in my arms as I rose from our totally trashed mattress.I didn't smile when it was confirmed that I wasn't carrying her out of any romantic after-coitus gesture. She couldn't walk. Woot! It took a bit of effort to get us into the walk-in shower and to get the water just perfect, all while keeping her cradled. She helped out by keeping her arms tightly around my neck."Cheeky bastard," she whispered in my ear. "You are gloating." Then she nibbled on my earlobe for good measure."Damn right," I did gloat as I let her slide down to her feet. "You are pretty sweet for an Old Chick." She wasn't angry, oh no."If you were trying to get me to say, 'I'll get you next time," she licked, nipped and sucked on my nipple as if I was the one with the mammaries in this relationship, "it worked." Double-Woot! I was going to get that damn four-way! I did coax a vigorous shower-quickie out of my Lady. Afterward, she shifted herself so she could get under one of the steaming showerheads."Cáel, why didn't you use a condom," she mused. Gak!"You aren't on Birth Control?" I panicked. She laughed at me."No. I've never been a fan of hormones replacement. I like the way I am. Do you expect the women to do all the anti-pregnancy measures?""No," I gulped."Don't' be so worried," she laughed. "We had unprotected sex one time. The odds are astronomical that an 'oops' happened, right?" Yes, it was a single sexual encounter, but included three firings of the one-eyed hydra, sigh."You are asking a man who has five children on the way, Fathom," I cautioned her."Oh, I'll update my files and make an appointment to seen a local, reliable O B G Y N," she slipped back into her unflappable British resolve. "Get along. I need to get cleaned up," she cupped my scrotum, ", again. So scoot." I scooted.I had updated my condom supply despite the forbiddance Dot Ishara, my Matron Goddess, beamed to me from the Other Side. She could only complain so much. I'd upped my selection of fortune cookies and added a fresh raisin chocolate brownie for my next visit with her. I had to get over to the other side of the floor to get a fresh shirt, and boxers.Yum-Yum had ripped off my shirt (a little kinky) and boxers (a little painful). I wasn't going commando, so I decided to quick step it before something important happened that required me to yank yet another solution out of my sexually-fueled creative imagination.How Lady Yum-Yum and I ended up in bedThe Secret Societies' long awaited war had begun in Africa and in India. The Amazons couldn't effectively reinforce these two homeland regions. No, my people's edge came from my stupid stunts (e.g., the fight outside that club in Chicago), the judicious application of a few kind words and a whole lot of targeted killing on my part along with that of my Amazons.Those actions convinced the Booth-gan (aka the Thuggee, but we no longer say that because it irritates them) and the Coils of the Serpent to toss in their lot with their local Amazons. They did the whole 'hostage exchange' thing as well. Two children from each side. That was a no-brainer on my part. All three concerned parties were willing to let their adults die if necessary. Their children were another matter.In Asia, the Seven Pillars had made only minimal progress. We now suspected the 7P had planned to roll over the three of the 9 Clans that were in their Sphere of Influence, the now 6 Ninja Families, the Black Lotus and the Booth-gan in rapid succession. A preemptive strike against both the Khanate and the Ninja were supposed to cripple those two factions.Against the Khanate, that had been a dismal failure. In Nippon, the Ninja were in dire straits and would be decades recovering from the original 7P blitz. But the combination of US black ops help and the infusion of Amazons and Okinawans had staved off extinction for the moment. Strategically, these failed actions were tying down 7P resources that the largest Secret Society had planned to move elsewhere.In China, the Black Lotus exhibited the same resilience and deceptiveness they'd shown in combating the Seven Pillars by themselves for the past 65 years. The chaos gripping the PRC was a blessing from the Ancestors, the four sacred spirits (lung/dragons, phoenix, unicorn and tortoise), and the nine entities (I now really had to know this stuff.) Word that a 'dragon' had appeared in the West had only heightened their desire to aid in our new alliance.Those factors meant a reprieve for India. As the 7 Pillars began ramping up their operations; increasing racial tensions, minor terrorist action and military and industrial sabotage; the Booth-gan and Amazon united resources and purpose. The Booth-gan would assassinate 7P operatives and pawns while the Amazons would hit 7P front companies and businesses based out of the People's Republic of China. (This activity also helped ratchet up India-PRC tensions and anti-PRC public sentiment in India.)In Africa, the Condotteiri had squandered precious hours reallocating resources before launching their assaults. Like everyone but the 7P, they had been caught flat-footed by the renewal of the Secret War. The Coils of the Serpent had never been overly antagonistic toward the Condos, since their interests rarely collided. The same went for the Coils and the Amazons.Two factors inspired a deep Amazon-Coil bond. They were both groups with deep African roots and a shared Central-Western African spirituality. Added to that was the growing power of the Coils of the Serpent in the past fifty years. Their main opponents had been the Illuminati who had a Eurocentric view. Pan-Africanism was in the Coil's best interest, but ran contrary to European economic interests.Long term, allying with the African Amazons was a good investment for the Coils. The 9 Clans relationships had already proved to be advantageous on multiple occasions in the past. The leaders of the Coils knew their power was rising with the fortunes of Sub-Saharan Africa. To them, the rise of the PRC and the Seven Pillars was a looming threat in the East.They had been handed a golden opportunity to deal with this enemy before the enemy was ready to deal with them. They had been 'gifted' with over 2000 highly-skilled, fanatical Amazon warriors as stealthy muscle to add to their own, more subtle arsenal. For the Amazons, it was access to continent wide clandestine intelligence network that could unmask their enemies' hiding places.The Condotteiri wiped out an Amazon freehold in Cameroon and a few Coils safe houses in Lagos, Nigeria. In the Republic of Mali, over 250 Condo mercenaries were slaughtered at a 'secret' installation and their armory was looted. Ebola kept breaking out in the West. The dominant regional powers, the Republic of the Congo and Nigeria, were tottering as a result of decades of economic mismanagement, civic, ethnic, tribal and religious strife, corruption and unreliable militaries.The scene was ripe for a secret conflict as well as public carnage. For the Joint International Khanate Interim Taskforce (JIKIT), this presented a dilemma. They were involved with a growing global struggle that went far beyond the Khanate and Central Asia. Their secret society allies strenuously objected to bringing any more 'outsider' people into the group.Handing over covert intelligence to other governmental agencies in the US and UK, then telling them they wouldn't divulge their sources went over like scuba diving with cement goulashes. Explaining to upper level bigwigs that they had a 'trust-based' team went nowhere. Those officials didn't care about a bunch of domestic/international criminals' sensibilities.They wanted names and faces. They wanted addresses, phone taps and bank account numbers. It would all be 'Secret', 'Top Secret', or 'Eyes Only'. It would all be vulnerable to all kinds of governmental subpoenas too. No threats were made from 'my' side. They'd killed more people than the Black Death and the lives of a few thousand bureaucrats (and their families) in London and Washington D.C. didn't mean shit to them.Selena did offer to kidnap some family members to get the message across. Javiera put her hands over her ears and began singing 'la-la-la' as she stormed out of the room. Lady Fathom suggested that we arrange a private meeting with the UK Prime Minister and the US President. It took a few seconds for Mehmet and Javiera to realize she wasn't kidding.That was a nearly impossible task, which on this taskforce meant we had to give it a shot. Let's just say that the US Attorney General, Eric Holder and Chairman John Jay of the British Joint Intelligence Committee thought their respective representative had lost her God-damn mind. I went to the Khanate for help.Twenty-four hours later Azerbaijan, Turkey, Tajikistan, Armenia and Georgia (yes, two tiny Christian nations) joined the Khanate. The integration of the first two nations had been in the works since the formation of the Turkic Council in 2009. For me, Temujin upped the time table strictly for our benefit. Turkey and Azerbaijan became the two newest states within the Khanate.The third, Tajikistan was different and the shakiest addition. The unoccupied title of 'Khwarazm Shah' was created, suggesting the Iranian Tajiks had a special status inside the Khanate. 'Khwarazm' referenced the Khwarazmian dynasty that ruled the last of the great, Persian-led, Iranian Super-States and dated back to the 13th century AD. 'Shah' was Persian for King.The announced status of Armenia and Georgia was quite a bit different. They become 'Protectorates', i.e., semi-autonomous states within the Khanate who were 'vassal' states, responsible only to the Great Khan and his personal representative in the region (ah, that would be me.)So, the first three entries made sense, strong geographic, ethnic and/or religious ties, plus this was part of the Khanate's agenda anyway. But Armenia and Georgia? That was the doing of the other regional secret society, the Hashashin.The Caucasus Mountains were the backyard of the Hashashin. They knew who to blackmail, pinch and kill to make the 'take-over' possible. The main stumbling block was the long Khanate-Hashashin history: the Mongols had destroyed the historical stronghold of the Hashashin, Alamut, in 1256 CE. In a way, that disaster had transformed the sect, making it move away from their strict Nizārī Ismaili roots and into a more ethnically and religiously diverse group that was centered in the Caucasus region.Temujin made it clear to this group that he was making a deal under my auspices. Both Armenia and, Georgia (as well as the future Kurdistan, his plans for the creation of that last state were told to me under condition of secrecy) would be part of my palatinate principality (along with Hungary, if we ever got there). Riki Martin defined the terms for me: I was the voice of those three regions in the Khan's court.They wouldn't have to deal with Muslim Khanate officials. They would deal with me and 'my officials'. If the Khanate had a problem with my principality, they came to me to resolve the issue. That translated to me giving a nod to the existing regimes ruling in Armenia and Georgia (along with the infusion of a few Hashashin supporters.)Publically the future of those three political and ethnic entities would be confirmed later. The existing governments knew three things.1) I was that madman who had led the charge in Romania, clearly a man of bravery and humility. The odds were good that I was going to be a man they could rely on to adequately represent their interests with the government that currently mattered the most (aka The Khanate.)2) The Great Khan thought the world of me and in this nascent New World Order that meant way more than membership in NATO, or begging the United Nations to apply sanctions of dubious value.3) There would be a change of leadership by about 2040. Children of excellent ethnic parentage would succeed me in this ceremonial role in the region. These new princes and princesses would be the scions of the line of Nyilas and representatives of the various states (translation: I was going to be sexing it up with Georgian, Armenian and Kurdish members of the Hashashin).That would establish the three 'cadet' branches of House Ishara (Nyilas) (which I've listed because all three alphabets are so freaking beautiful) that could weave the Amazons, 9 Clans and the varying ethnic identities into a quilt that could stand together as a force in the Great Khan's inner circle. This new spate of aristocratic, 'Archer'-themed lineages would be:1.       Moisari, in Georgia.2.       Aġeġnajig, in Armenia.3.       Ram- alsham, in Kurdistan.This fiction made the key named entities happy. The combination of all these events applied another jolt to the heart of the global power structure (after all, Turkey was in NATO) and made the US and UK governments back off.By tidying up the world map, we'd brought our governmental chiefs to the chilling revelation that their sole conduit for insider information regarding the ongoing global calamity had reacted to their intransience by simply letting them be blind-sided by events. After the fact, Javiera and Lady Fathom relayed that message very clearly.

From MPR News, Art Hounds are members of the Minnesota arts community who look beyond their own work to highlight what's exciting in local art. Their recommendations are lightly edited from the audio heard in the player above. Want to be an Art Hound? Submit here.Strange Paradises Visual artist Brian Frink of Mankato is looking forward to an exhibit newly opened at the Carnegie Art Center featuring the sculptures of Todd Shanafelt, Pocket Toscani and Jim Shrosbree. “Strange Paradises” is on view through March 22, with an opening artist reception Friday from 5-7 p.m. Brian says: Todd Shanafelt and Pocket Toscani are both Mankato residents, and Jim Shrosbree is from out-of-state. Jim and Todd are ceramic artists, and Pocket is more of a traditional sculptor, but what their work shares together is a kind of playful quirkiness. They are very abstract in their approach. But I would also say they're kind of obliquely recognizable in terms of the content in the work. There;s also an interesting intersection of functionality and non-functional in all three of them.  They are also very involved in painting and drawing. So, the exhibition will include their three-dimensional work as well as their two-dimensional work, which I think adds another texture and level of interest to what they're presenting.A show about making the most of the days we haveTheater lover Brad Pappas of St. Louis Park is looking forward to seeing the indie rock musical “Hundred Days.” It runs through March 22 at Theatre Elision, a black box theater in Crystal. The show is 80 minutes with no intermission. Brad describes the show: Abigail and Shaun decide to get married three weeks after they meet. Abigail is plagued by these dreams, and she's convinced that the man she loves is going to die within in a little over three months. Abigail and Shaun concoct a plan. They're going to live their whole lives in 100 days. They'll have Halloween in the morning, Christmas in the afternoon, birthdays at sundown. This performance sounds so intriguing to me because it's eight musicians. They're all a part of the show, but they're all playing instruments throughout the performance.Opera shrouded in mysteryBurlesque dancer Renata Nijiya of Minneapolis is intrigued by An Opera Theatre's “Opera Underground.” There are four performances whose exact Twin Cities location and details will be revealed to ticket holders 24 hours before showtime. Performances are March 12 and March 13 in northeast Minneapolis at 7 p.m., March 16 in the Longfellow neighborhood at 5 p.m. and March 25, 7 p.m. in the West Seventh area of St. Paul, with ASL interpretation. Shows run 90 minutes. Renata loves the ways AOT makes opera accessible, through the work it chooses, its pay-as-you-can performances and ASL interpretation. She also offers this tip: “After each show, it's going to roll into an after-party and have a local band performing … each location has a different local band,” she said.

On this episode we interview the inspirational Rachael Amchislavskiy. We discuss her background growing up secular in Paradise, CA, and her Jewish journey as she embraced her Judaism. We delve into topics that includes the perceived tension between feminism and Judaism and much, much more!

Mary Ocher "Museum Of Childhood Terror" - Your Guide To Revolution www.maryocher.com Sundown47 "Murray Avenue" - Along For The Ride www.sundown47.com Seaside Tryst "Wait By The Payphone" - Different Places www.seasidetryst.com Sugar Bones "I Feel Feelings" www.sugarbonesband.com Shannon Curtis "Take It If You Want It" - Good To Me www.shannoncurtis.net Fiona Moonchild "Cataclysm" - Sweets Of Reason https://cruisinrecords.com/fiona-moonchild/ Sun Blood Stories "Brand New Ghost Town" www.sunbloodstories.com Quinn The Brain "Burn Out" - Bleed Me www.quinnthebrain.com Zookraught ""Not 4 U" - https://www.facebook.com/zookraught/ ********************* ALBUM FOCUS: Si Kahn & George Mann: Labor Day: A Tribute To Hard-Working People Everywhere www.sikahn.com Kathy Mattea "Lawrence Jones" Peggy Seeger "Aragon Mill" Si Kahn 'Standing At The End Of The Line" **************************** Vaneese Thomas "Miles From Home" - Stories in Blue www.vaneesethomas.com Trevor B Power "Are We Ever Free" - Mystery www.trevorbpower.com Suzanne's Band "Hielo y Fuego" www.suzannesband.com Ben Arsenault "Flowers At Your Feet" - https://www.facebook.com/BenArsenaultMusic/ Chris Gostling "Michigan Nights" - Forest City Town Country https://www.chrisgostlingmusic.com/ Cuff The Duke "Stranded Here" - Breaking Dawn www.cufftheduke.ca ************** Elaine Romanelli "Red Tail" - The Hour Before www.elaineromanelli.com Rachael Sage "Breathe" - Reimagined (acoustic) www.rachaelsage.com Joselyn & Don “Choose Love" (featuring Chris Pierce) www.joselynwilkinson.com The Magnolia Janes 'Speed Of Life" - The Light Years www.themagnoliajanes.com Tret Fure "No Place Like Home" - Lavender Moonshine www.tretfure.com Cosy Sheridan & Charlie Koch "Demeter In The Underworld" - My Fence & My Neighbor www.cosysheridan.com Rebecca Frazier "Seasons" - Boarding Windows in Paradises www.rebeccafrazier.com Julian Loida "Gymnopedia No. 1" - Giverny www.julianloida.com Closing: Chicha Libre "Gnossienne No. 1" - Sonido Amazonico --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/radiocblue/support

Hey y'all I'm back to talk quickly about taking Stranger of Paradises story seriously and feel no regrets for doing so. That's it that's the episode lol, enjoy! Podcast's Twitter: @ARandomGamersCo      Personal Twitter accounts: Alejandro's-@AleOrtRay. Mason's-@MrMTGrizz  Instagram: arandomgamerscorner Personal email: arorisen1@yahoo.com      Voice Message: https://anchor.fm/arandomgamerscorner/message      Discord: https://discord.gg/dhwWnNdXrW   Twitch: Alejandro's profile: https://twitch.tv/risefortheemblem Nathan's book, American Icarus: American Icarus https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09FKSWS5X/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_WDMXRWWD74Q5XWEMHN5Q Instagram: arandomgamerscorner Nathan's YouTube: https://youtube.com/channel/UC_-Jn75HBJBnqxV3ohpTRsg

In this episode of "Getting Your Edge," hosts Dennis Day and Judy Gratton, explore the world of limited-stay condos, examining their advantages and drawbacks in the context of right-sizing one's life. These unique vacation properties offer affordability,  and low maintenance, making them an appealing option for those seeking a getaway without the commitment of full-time living. However, their restricted usage and association fees can pose challenges. The episode underscores how limited-stay condos can align with the right-sizing concept, providing a balance between a primary residence and a traditional vacation property, making them ideal for seasonal escapes and diverse experiences. Listeners gain a comprehensive understanding of the considerations involved in owning these condos and how they can shape one's lifestyle choices.We Would Love to Hear Your Feedback!

This sermon was taken from the July 23rd, 2k23 Sunday morning service at the Jesus is Lord Family Worship Center - 501 Redman St. Jacksonport, AR

The hosts of The DM's Book Club proudly bring you a new series, The DM's Travel Bookclub: A Guide to The Planes!In each episode, we'll explore the Planes of Existence as outlined in the Great Wheel cosmology in the roleplaying game, Dungeons & Dragons!In this episode, we keep going through the Planes of Conflict, as we take a journey through Bytopia. Hard work leads to peace. Craft & art, skill & will combine to make and create the greatest treasures of the planes. It is engineering and design over magic and quick tricks. So be ready to roll up those sleeves and get working if you want to travel this plane…Audio originally from 'Bytopia - The DM's Travel Bookclub: A Guide to The Planes Episode 13' on the Dragon YouTube channel.Book discussed: 'Planes of Conflict (2e)' the third of a trilogy of supplements describing the outer planes of the Planescape Campaign Setting, published by Wizards of the Coast (1994).Consider using our affiliate link when using DM's Guild!#SupportyourFLGSCredits The DM's Book Club is hosted, recorded, edited, and produced by Fiona Howat (@WAIR_Podcast) and Hamilton (@TheDragonDM). The DM's Book Club Logo was designed by Sam Robins (@Bobhatstand).The theme music is 'The Story Unfolds' by Jingle Punks.Get in touch!Email: TheDMsBookClub@gmail.comTwitter: @TheDMsBookClubLinktr.ee: DMBC#DMsBookClub

History generally regards the Tang Dynasty, as a high point of Chinese civilization. Which cave in Dunhuang best represents the changing art style of this golden age?

01 - Marsh & Leo Wood - Blue [00:00:00]02 - Cioz - Pace E Amore [00:04:30]03 - Sahar Z, Audio Junkies - Come2gether [00:08:55]04 - Sebastien Leger - Extassy [00:14:15]05 - Tim Green - Tears [00:21:20]06 - Jamiie  - Echoes [00:28:00]07 - Monolink - Reflections (Sam Shure Remix) [00:33:30]08 - Lane 8, Solomon Grey - Together (Grigoré Remix) [00:37:55]09 - Che Jose - Andromeda [00:40:45]10 - Ivory - Try [00:45:10]11 - Lexer - Nobu [00:50:00]12 - Djeff - Cloud 7 [00:53:30]13 - Max Freegrant - Morning Will Come [00:58:45]14 - Khåen - By Heart [01:03:35]15 - PARIS - Mangata [01:08:35]16 - Yotto, Booka Shade - Encounters [01:14:25]17 - WhoMadeWho & Rampa - Everyday (Jennifer Cardini Remix) [01:19:15]18 - Adriatique & Marino Canal - All I Ever Wanted [01:25:20]19 - Khåen - Smitten [01:30:10]20 - Andhim - Starz [01:33:35]21 - Marsh, Simon Doty - Touch The Sky [01:37:30]22 - Franky Wah feat. Lusaint - Find Out Who We Are [01:42:10]23 - Blanka Barbara - Reunion [01:48:10]24 - Ezequiel Arias, Spencer Brown - Mad Rush [01:50:45]25 - Luttrell - More Than Human [01:55:25]26 - Something Good feat. Yotto - Rhythm (Of The Night) [02:00:05]27 - Jamiie  - Unfold Me (Annett Gapstream Remix) [02:05:05]28 - Vintage Culture - Fractions [02:09:00]29 - Mind Against - Dreamcast [02:13:10]30 - Adriatique, Marino Canal - Accordia [02:18:15]31 - Franky Wah - I Know You [02:23:30]

Paradise är igång med ett nytt format och en härlig blanding av deltagare! Josefin Crafoord som var Paradise Hotel första programledare gästar avsnittet och bubblar av tankar, känslor och spår i Paradises framtid!

The Under the Hive of Madness crew returns to the Aeldari this week to take a look at the Exodite Sub-Faction. Cause what isn't cooler than freaking space elves riding freaking dinosaurs! This is a long-time faction favorite of Gobbo's, who is even working on a fully converted Exodite army. Somehow he managed to wrangle Marky, Kev, and Beast into a deep dive into the pre-fall history of the Exodites, and how their society and culture differ from the Asuryani. The UHM crew also digs into their technology and the terraformed Maiden Worlds, which make up some of the galaxy's richest Paradises. We are a Warhammer 40k Podcast, focusing on the Horror and Grimdark elements of the setting. So expect adult themes, adult humor, and more than a few puns! Remember always burn ice sage before moving into a new Habstack, s the 4 Armed Emperor's might just skip your door next time they come callin! Reach us by email at UndertheHiveofMadness@gmail.com or GymDarkGaming@gmail.com. Join our growing Discord Community: GymDark Gaming Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/UndertheHiveofMadness LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/underthehive Website: Underthehiveofmadness.com

While the country calls on President Joe Biden to raise taxes on the wealthy, cryptocurrency millionaires are establishing their own tax-free havens in Central America...   #CryptoPirates #Cryptocurrency #CryptoNews YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/CryptoPirates Web: cryptopirates.com.au Email: info@cryptopirates.com.au Telegram: @CryptoPiratesAustralia PayPal Donation: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/cryptopirates BlockFi: https://blockfi.com/?ref=cc86230a Borrow cash, and buy or sell crypto. There are no hidden fees, no minimum balances, and no reason to wait. CoinSport: https://www.coinspot.com.au?affiliate=RJPZPV Buy, Sell & Swap Cryptocurrency The easiest way to buy Bitcoin (BTC) and a whole world of other digital currencies.

GO! GO! Go shawty, it's our birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE JAPPY JAWS PODCAST! One whole year of Jaw-ing it up, and this is just the beginning. While the true one year anniversary isn't till Freak Friday aka the 24th, Lindsay is celebrating early on this fine Thirsty Thursday. Starting off with how and what got your favorite Jappy hostess with the mostest interested in the realm of entertainment and media. She then got to talking about her hot takes on the premiere of Dancing with the Stars, Bachelor in. Paradises' odd episode, as well as a live reaction to the host of SNL this upcoming weekend. Birthday's come once a year. During that time, we reflect on how much we have grown and changed within those 365 days. Lindsay birthday speech gives listeners a raw take into all the takeaways she has taken from her one year experience in podcasting. The epitome of growing through what you go through. As well as sharing the best moments and advice given by some of our favorite guests to top it off. A major thank you to the entire Jaw-er gang for all the constant love and support shown this last year. None of this would have been possible if it weren't for you all. Happy birthday to us, to many more to come. Let's eat some damn cake. Cheers and happy listening! Make sure you follow Jappy Jaws and Lindsay on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jappyjaws/ https://www.instagram.com/lindsayyanyaa/ Tik Tok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJvhfqHa/ Inquiries: jappyjaws@gmail.com https://linktr.ee/lindsayyanyaa SamBySam: https://www.sambysamblogandshop.com/small-businesses-blog/jappyjaws https://www.instagram.com/_sambysam/

I have spent much of my journalism career bearing witness to the human cost of climate change, writes Lizzie Johnson in her new book, "Paradise: One Towns Struggle to Survive an American Wildfire." Nearly three years after the Camp Fire decimated the town of Paradise, taking 85 lives and razing 90 percent of its homes, Johnson weaves together its human impact, building from her San Francisco Chronicle reporting and an estimated 500 interviews. In Paradise, she writes of an ambulance holding a premature newborn and his IV-attached mother, a school bus driver maneuvering to save his passengers and other narratives of attempting survival against a blaze engulfing distances greater than a football field each second. Johnson joins us to share Paradises stories and what they foretell in the face of climate inaction.

Patick Coutin est venu nous présenter son nouveau clip "My oh My". L'occasion pour nous de parler de ses albums "Obsolètes Paradises", "Paradis électriques" et de lui demander s'il aime toujours autant regarder les filles ?

In deze aflevering van de Paard & Geluk podcast ga ik het hebben over paddock paradises en hoe je de huisvesting van je paard kan verrijken. Instagram Marloes: @ukiespaddockparadise Instagram Britt: @magicdreamerappaloosa Video paddock paradise Paardenkamp: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqUx4cxaP-k Instagram Paard & Geluk: http://www.instagram.com/paardgeluk Facebookpagina Paard & Geluk: https://www.facebook.com/paardengelukonline

Lost Paradise, Last Paradise and living in-between. Learn more from Ps. Rafy Panlilio as he concludes our A Whole New World series, "Two Paradises."

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Hiya folks! Here is another episode this week where I talk a little bit about real world events, then I dive into the PvZ BFN update. Then to top it off I go over my top 3 favorite PvZ Darkhorse comic books!! Hope you enjoy!! You can find me at paradizegamerz1@gmail.com and HawgWertz on Xb1

Desert Paradises: Surveying the Landscapes of Dubai's Urban Model (Routledge, 2019) explores how designed landscapes can play a vital role in constructing a city's global image and legitimizing its socio-political hierarchy. Using the case study of Dubai, Julian Bolleter explores how Dubai's rulers employ a paradisiacal image of greening the desert, in part, as a tool for political legitimization. Bolleter also evaluates the designed landscapes of Dubai against the principles of the United Nations and the International Federation of Landscape Architects and argues that what is happening in Dubai represents a significant discrepancy between theory and practice. This book offers a new perspective on landscape design that has until now been unexplored. It would be beneficial to academics and students of geography, landscape architecture, urban design and urban planning – particularly those with an interest in Dubai or the many cities in the region that are experiencing Dubaiification. Julian Bolleter is the Deputy Director at the Australian Urban Design Research Centre (AUDRC) at the University of Western Australia. He is a Landscape Architect and Urban Designer. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Desert Paradises: Surveying the Landscapes of Dubai’s Urban Model (Routledge, 2019) explores how designed landscapes can play a vital role in constructing a city’s global image and legitimizing its socio-political hierarchy. Using the case study of Dubai, Julian Bolleter explores how Dubai’s rulers employ a paradisiacal image of greening the desert, in part, as a tool for political legitimization. Bolleter also evaluates the designed landscapes of Dubai against the principles of the United Nations and the International Federation of Landscape Architects and argues that what is happening in Dubai represents a significant discrepancy between theory and practice. This book offers a new perspective on landscape design that has until now been unexplored. It would be beneficial to academics and students of geography, landscape architecture, urban design and urban planning – particularly those with an interest in Dubai or the many cities in the region that are experiencing Dubaiification. Julian Bolleter is the Deputy Director at the Australian Urban Design Research Centre (AUDRC) at the University of Western Australia. He is a Landscape Architect and Urban Designer. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Desert Paradises: Surveying the Landscapes of Dubai’s Urban Model (Routledge, 2019) explores how designed landscapes can play a vital role in constructing a city’s global image and legitimizing its socio-political hierarchy. Using the case study of Dubai, Julian Bolleter explores how Dubai’s rulers employ a paradisiacal image of greening the desert, in part, as a tool for political legitimization. Bolleter also evaluates the designed landscapes of Dubai against the principles of the United Nations and the International Federation of Landscape Architects and argues that what is happening in Dubai represents a significant discrepancy between theory and practice. This book offers a new perspective on landscape design that has until now been unexplored. It would be beneficial to academics and students of geography, landscape architecture, urban design and urban planning – particularly those with an interest in Dubai or the many cities in the region that are experiencing Dubaiification. Julian Bolleter is the Deputy Director at the Australian Urban Design Research Centre (AUDRC) at the University of Western Australia. He is a Landscape Architect and Urban Designer. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Desert Paradises: Surveying the Landscapes of Dubai’s Urban Model (Routledge, 2019) explores how designed landscapes can play a vital role in constructing a city’s global image and legitimizing its socio-political hierarchy. Using the case study of Dubai, Julian Bolleter explores how Dubai’s rulers employ a paradisiacal image of greening the desert, in part, as a tool for political legitimization. Bolleter also evaluates the designed landscapes of Dubai against the principles of the United Nations and the International Federation of Landscape Architects and argues that what is happening in Dubai represents a significant discrepancy between theory and practice. This book offers a new perspective on landscape design that has until now been unexplored. It would be beneficial to academics and students of geography, landscape architecture, urban design and urban planning – particularly those with an interest in Dubai or the many cities in the region that are experiencing Dubaiification. Julian Bolleter is the Deputy Director at the Australian Urban Design Research Centre (AUDRC) at the University of Western Australia. He is a Landscape Architect and Urban Designer. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Desert Paradises: Surveying the Landscapes of Dubai’s Urban Model (Routledge, 2019) explores how designed landscapes can play a vital role in constructing a city’s global image and legitimizing its socio-political hierarchy. Using the case study of Dubai, Julian Bolleter explores how Dubai’s rulers employ a paradisiacal image of greening the desert, in part, as a tool for political legitimization. Bolleter also evaluates the designed landscapes of Dubai against the principles of the United Nations and the International Federation of Landscape Architects and argues that what is happening in Dubai represents a significant discrepancy between theory and practice. This book offers a new perspective on landscape design that has until now been unexplored. It would be beneficial to academics and students of geography, landscape architecture, urban design and urban planning – particularly those with an interest in Dubai or the many cities in the region that are experiencing Dubaiification. Julian Bolleter is the Deputy Director at the Australian Urban Design Research Centre (AUDRC) at the University of Western Australia. He is a Landscape Architect and Urban Designer. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Your spooky hosts Matt (@TheRealMattC) and Jacob (@Jacob_deNobel) head to the catacombs beneath the Paris Opera House to discuss the most lovelorn of the Universal Monsters, The Phantom of the Opera. From the silent Lon Chaney original to the Joel Schumacher helmed 2004 musical, your Angels of Music guide you through the storied history of this infamous character. Along the way they make a detour and tackle various other phantoms, whether they be of Paradises, Malls, or Auditoriums! Oh and it wouldn’t be a Spooky Season podcast without a little Robert England talk, so the spooky boys discuss the gore-filled 1989 adaptation as well. So grab your favorite costume for the Masquerade and give us a listen and stay spooky won’t you?

Unter lebensbedrohlich Zuständen (Nils wurde mittendrin vom Kraken geschnappt, kämpfte sich aber mit den Zähnen und seiner Reisezahnbürste frei) haben wir für Euch am Meeresboden, dem letzten Paradises, diese Folge aufgenommen. Wir besprechen das wohl bekannteste Werk unseres Namensgebers und durften feststellen, daß wir nicht nur alle mit Roy geknutscht hätten, sondern, daß uns Esmeralda alle mit ihren Barthaaren hätte kitzeln dürfen. Trotz dieser Ablenkung versuchen wir nicht nur Nemos Psyche zu erforschen und träumen von Zeiten, als man in der Phantasie der Menschen noch zum Südpol tauchen konnte. Nebenbei haben weder Buch, noch der Disneyfilm an seiner Bedeutung und Aussagekraft verloren. Doch hört selbst Viel Spaß P.S.: DELFINE GEHÖRN NICHT AUF DIE BRÜCKE! 20000 meilen unter dem meer 1984 (wer es will, findet den Film ganz leicht) 20.000 Meilen unter dem Meer (1916) 20.000 Meilen unter dem Meer (2007) - Trailer 20.000 Meilen unter dem Meer - Trailer (Disney)

Unter lebensbedrohlich Zuständen (Nils wurde mittendrin vom Kraken geschnappt, kämpfte sich aber mit den Zähnen und seiner Reisezahnbürste frei) haben wir für Euch am Meeresboden, dem letzten Paradises, diese Folge aufgenommen. Wir besprechen das wohl bekannteste Werk unseres Namensgebers und durften feststellen, daß wir nicht nur alle mit Roy geknutscht hätten, sondern, daß uns Esmeralda alle mit ihren Barthaaren hätte kitzeln dürfen. Trotz dieser Ablenkung versuchen wir nicht nur Nemos Psyche zu erforschen und träumen von Zeiten, als man in der Phantasie der Menschen noch zum Südpol tauchen konnte. Nebenbei haben weder Buch, noch der Disneyfilm an seiner Bedeutung und Aussagekraft verloren. Doch hört selbst Viel Spaß P.S.: DELFINE GEHÖRN NICHT AUF DIE BRÜCKE! 20000 meilen unter dem meer 1984 (wer es will, findet den Film ganz leicht) 20.000 Meilen unter dem Meer (1916) 20.000 Meilen unter dem Meer (2007) - Trailer 20.000 Meilen unter dem Meer - Trailer (Disney)

1. His Privileged Position -1-12-18---2. His Thorough Exploration -2-1-10--- A. Laughter -2--- B. Wine -3--- C. Buildings -4a--- D. Paradises -4b-6--- E. Domination -7--- F. Wealth -8a--- G. Entertainment -8b--- H. Sex -8c--- I. Fame -9--- J. Gluttony -10---3. His Empty Dissatisfaction -2-11---4. His Life-Long Satisfaction

Dr. Bryan Brazeau is a Senior Teaching Fellow in Liberal Arts at the University of Warwick (UK). He began at NYU as a graduate student in Italian Studies working with residential life (first on the Graduate Programming Initiative, and then as an RA in Stuy Town from 2009-2012). He obtained his Ph.D. in Italian Studies from NYU in 2015 and his MA in the same field from NYU in 2010. Prior to his arrival at NYU, Bryan obtained a BA in Western Society and Culture from Concordia University’s Liberal Arts College in Montréal in 2008. Bryan is currently editing a volume of essays on new perspectives in the study of early modern poetics, Beyond Aristotle's Poetics: New Directions in Early Modern Italian Literary Criticism—which emerges from a conference and graduate workshop that he organized at the Newberry Library in March 2017. As Senior Teaching Fellow in Liberal Arts at Warwick, Bryan teaches interdisciplinary courses such as Science, Society, and the Media; Underworlds; Paradises; and Sustaining the Serenissima: Venice and Sustainability (which includes a week at Warwick’s campus in Venice). As Study Abroad co-ordinator for the department, he also maintains and oversees exchange partnerships with international institutions in the Netherlands, Germany, and Canada. At Warwick, he has co-created programs such as the Early Career Convivium, and maintains the Centre for the Study of the Renaissance Podcast. Prior to his current role, Bryan served as Research Fellow at Warwick on a project funded by the European Research Council titled “Aristotle in the Vernacular,” with project teams at Warwick and at Ca’ Foscari in Venice. As part of his work on the project, he worked on the reception of Aristotle’s Poetics in early modern Italy, carried out the legacy migration of the Aristotle in the Vernacular Database and collaborated on an exhibition of early modern Aristotelian texts Aristotele e Venezia at the Museo Correr and Marciana Library in Venice. During this time, he also taught graduate-level seminar courses: Latin for Researchers; Early Modern Palaeography; and lectured on undergraduate courses such as Defining France; and The Epic Tradition. As part of this teaching, he helped organise field trips to the Bodleian Library (Oxford), and the British Library (London). Bryan has published several articles and book reviews in journals including MLN, Renaissance and Reformation, The Italianist, California Italian Studies, and History of European Ideas. His essays have appeared in collections such as Dante and Heterodoxy, ed. Maria Luisa Ardizzone (2014), and MLA Approaches to Teaching the Italian Renaissance Romance Epic (2018). He is also working on his first book, Hero of the Day: The Development of Christian Epic in Sixteenth-Century Italy.

On this short, but sweet episode of Brews With Dudes, Nick and Austin enjoys a nice array of flavors from the latest 450 North release. Buy Your Very Own Brews With Dudes Shirt Here! Click Here for Exclusive Content!  Subscribe on iTunes!   Subscribe on Podbean!   Get us on Stitcher! Listen on Spotify!  Like Brews With Dudes on Facebook!

[YouTube Video Version: https://youtu.be/68ZDOKTNKvw As predicted by many, the increasing intensity of domestic terrorism and civil unrest hasn't resolved itself in our country. Here in America, we're dealing with what seems like a tornado of issues; crises which took decades to comprehend are being foisted upon us daily. Information changes us and we are being purposefully overloaded into pacification. In a world of alleged abundance, drawing the line is an audacious thing. As society continues to devolve and degrade itself, we're asking others to wallow in our own self-pity and self regard, abdicating our own power and rights to a system designed to usurp them. All this new world requires is your obedience. What better way to subdue the population into submission than overwhelm them with misinformation while simultaneously poisoning their resources? You'll rot their brains and their minds, making them ripe for rule. The days of collectivism are upon us and many don't have the mental fortitude to say no. Become An EXCLUSIVE Member: https://www.patreon.com/FreedomFaction Website: http://factionsoffreedom.jimdo.com/ Newsletter Sign-Up: http://eepurl.com/c-V3MD Email: FreedomsFaction@Gmail.com Instagram: @Freedom_Faction, @Freedoms_Faction FaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/factionsoffreedom/ Twitter: @FreedomsFaction, @NoizceEra Donate: https://www.paypal.me/noizceera Store: https://factionsoffreedom.jimdo.com/store/ Operation Dunamis: https://www.gofundme.com/operation-dunamis

Sahih al-Bukhari – The Book of Tawheed – Lesson 60 (01/09/18) Narrated Ibn 'Abbas: Whenever the Prophet offered his Tahajjud prayer, he would say, "O Allah, our Lord! All the praises are for You; You are the Keeper (Establisher or the One Who looks after) of the Heavens and the Earth. All the Praises are for You; You are the Light of the Heavens and the Earth and whatever is therein. You are the Truth, and Your saying is the Truth, and Your promise is the Truth, and the meeting with You is the Truth, and Paradise is the Truth, and the (Hell) Fire is the Truth. O Allah! I surrender myself to You, and believe in You, and I put my trust in You (solely depend upon). And to You I complain of my opponents and with Your Evidence I argue. So please forgive the sins which I have done in the past or I will do in the future, and also those (sins) which I did in secret or in public, and that which You know better than I. None has the right to be worshipped but You." - Narrated 'Adi bin Hatim: Allah's Apostle said, "There will be none among you but his Lord will speak to him, and there will be no interpreter between them nor a screen to screen Him." Narrated 'Abdullah bin Qais: The Prophet said, "(There will be) two Paradises of silver and all the utensils and whatever is therein (will be of silver); and two Paradises of gold, and its utensils and whatever therein (will be of gold), and there will be nothing to prevent the people from seeing their Lord except the Cover of Majesty over His Face in the Paradise of Eden (eternal bliss)." Today we covered: Chapter: Seeing Allaah • The meaning of ‘Al Qayoom’ o Self sufficient o Not in need of anyone o We are in need of Him o He suffices others • The du’aa that was recited by the Prophet during the night prayer (Tahajud) o When the du’aa (during the prayer) should be recited • The siraat (the bridge on the day of judgement) o Why is the siraat was placed over the Hell fire? o Descriptions of how the people will cross over the bridge • The speech of Allaah • The meeting of Allaah o The general meeting o The specific meeting • The 2 paradises that contain the utensils • The veil of Allaah • The levels of Paradise • Al israa wal Miraaj • The pits of the Hellfire • Q&A session Benefit: To gain further understanding when we discuss the chains, follow our “Bayqooniyyah in the Sciences of Hadith” lessons on LearnAboutIslam: http://www.learnaboutislam.co.uk/2016/01/18/al-Ma’iyahndhoMa’iyahh-al-bayqooniyah/ The English translation of the hadiths and all the audio are available on: www.learnaboutislam.co.uk/bukhari Recorded at the Salafi Centre of Manchester on 01/09/18 and streamed live on www.SunnahRadio.Net

In the last episode of the outer planes from AD&D First Edition's Manual of the Planes all discusses Greek mythology, Finnish mythology, and beer.

This week we speak to Argentine author Iosi Havilio. We speak about his upbringing in Paris and Buenos Aires, the links between music and literature and the process of creating and exploring a unique new universe with each progressive novel. Open Door, Paradises and Petit Fleur are all published by And Other Stories, you can buy them here: [http://www.andotherstories.org/book/petite-fleur/](http://www.andotherstories.org/book/petite-fleur/) Follow us [@unsoundmethods](https://twitter.com/unsoundmethods) or [unsoundmethods.co.uk](https://unsoundmethods.co.uk/)

Deze week: eindelijk bij ons in de studio: powercouple, helden en oprichters van New Urban Collective Jessy de Abreu en Mitchell Esajas!Met hen praten we over hun drijfveren, activisme, #TerugNaarDokkum en de backlash daarop vanuit allerlei hoeken en lagen van de samenleving, inclusief de politiek, media en de staat. Dick Schoof, nationaal coördinator terrorismebestrijding en veiligheid verklaarde dat actiegroep Kick Out Zwarte Piet is opgenomen in het rapport ‘Dreigingsbeeld Terrorisme’ als mogelijk #terreur risico. Ja het is ongelofelijk maar waar…We praten ook uitgebreid over hun succesvolle The Black Archives en hun eerste expo ‘Zwart en Revolutionair’ over de burgerrechtenactivisten Hermina en Otto Huiswoud.De Shoutout van Mariam gaat naar de nieuwe documentaire Paradises of the Earth en haar burn naar de gevolgen van neokolonialisme op het kilmaat in de Global South.De shoutout & burn van Ebissé gaat naar de remake van Spike Lee’s legendarische She’s Gotta Have It. Overigens heeft Melissa Rodrigues in een #DipsausExclusive een prachtige recensie geschreven!Anousha heeft alleen een burn deze week en die gaat naar Arnon Grunberg voor z’n misplaatste voetnoot waarin hij antiracisme zo ongeveer gelijkstelt aan fascisme. #wtfVerder introduceren we een nieuw segment waarbij we een klote of favo book/artikel bespreken, de beste of irritantste Bingewatch of de mooiste of meest ergerlijke Broadcastquote.Luister naar aflevering #19Show notes"Awards Chatter" The Sinner op NetflixIntellectual Wasteland GrunbergExpo: Zwart & RevolutionairShe's Gotta Wablief?! Mitchell's Spotify PlaylistMauritanian Divorce Parties zijn...

Unfortunately, modern history has not been kind to some previously serene places. Consider Kashmir.

(c) http://adventuregrancanaria.com Transcript: http://islacar.com/shopping-in-gran-canaria/ Gran Canaria isn’t famous for being a shopping paradise like Paris, Rome or Madrid. That’s because it isn’t a paradise for shopping. And as someone who loves spending hours shopping, you may be disappointed when walking around the resort’s shopping centers. I’m not saying you won’t find anything nice. But you’re probably in search for clothes that suit your home country’s weather conditions. Since there’s nothing similar to autumn or winter in the south of the island, you won’t get lucky there. Instead, take your car and drive up to the north. In the capital’s shopping centers, you will find all the popular brands that are well known in every bigger European city. Including fashionable winter clothes, because we freeze in temperatures below 20 degrees. Click through seven opportunities to spend a day out shopping in Gran Canaria http://islacar.com/shopping-in-gran-canaria/

Now comes the Manifester Yada in a continuum about "Paradise", to restore the lost insight and meanings of a vast reality called "Paradise", in his conclusive story of: PARADISE UNDERSTOOD AT LAST... It is the intention of the Manifester Yada that no one who wants to know the truth about the Bible's story of the "Paradises" its angels, its experiences, should forfeit their opportunity because of ministries who do not know how to give the "certain sound" of what the truth really is... Nor should they forfeit truth because of world-view pale-horse-riders whose own blood of true knowledge is so thin.. they couldn't possible understand the love-blood of Jesus Christ. For it was that blood shed by Jesus, who thereby was able to say: "I am the resurrection". In as much, as that in the Bible's Gospel of John, chapter one, Jesus is described as the "Word"...then know and understand, that in Jesus Christ, the word of knowledge is also resurrected through the Holy Spirit, which is promised to bring all things to our memories.

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After an extended hiatus, Mr.Morder and Alex get back behind their mics to play brand new black metal, math-rock, and even some raw Maple Ridge folk. -- Full playlists at http://pwmradio.vze.com and/or http://theodcollective.vze.com

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim Friday, July 25, 2008 (Rajab 23, 1429) How can you be in trouble, if you have shahada? – Because people are leaving the Salat (formal worship), which breaks the connection with your Lord. Night of Miraj, when Holy Prophet (sws) traveled through the Paradises, is when ALLAH (swt) gave the gift of […]