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Support the show:https://www.paypal.me/Truelifepodcast?locale.x=en_USBuy Grow kit: https://modernmushroomcultivation.com/This Band willl Blow your Mind! Codex Serafini: https://codexserafini.bandcamp.com/album/the-imprecation-of-animaIntroducing Nuwan Shilpa Hennayake: The Seeker of Sublime VisionsFrom the lush landscapes of Sri Lanka emerges a visionary artist whose canvas becomes a portal to the unseen — Nuwan Shilpa Hennayake. With each brushstroke, He dances on the edge of reality and dream, capturing the intricate beauty that lies hidden within matter and mind. His work is more than art; it is a revelation born from the depths of psychedelic and visionary states of consciousness.Nuwan's creations invite us to witness the sublime, to peer into the kaleidoscope of existence where the micro and macro intertwine, forming patterns of profound complexity. In his pursuit, He becomes both artist and explorer, translating the ineffable into vivid expressions that stir the soul. Prepare to journey beyond the veil, guided by a hand that paints not just with color, but with wonder.Here's a list of epic questions inspired by Nuwan Shilpa Hennayake's artistic journey: 1. The Call to Create: What first drew you to explore the unseen realms through art? Was there a moment when you felt the call to capture these visions? 2. The Visionary's Lens: How do psychedelic and visionary states shape your artistic process? Do the images come fully formed, or do they reveal themselves as you create? 3. Between Matter and Mind: You speak of the micro and macro intertwining in your work. How do you translate those invisible patterns into something we can see and feel? 4. The Artist as Explorer: Do you consider yourself more of an artist, a seeker, or a translator of hidden truths? Or perhaps all three? 5. Dancing with the Unknown: What is the most profound vision you've ever experienced, and how did it find its way into your art? 6. Colors of Consciousness: How do you choose your color palettes? Do the hues hold symbolic meaning, or do they emerge intuitively? 7. Portal to the Sublime: When someone gazes into one of your pieces, what do you hope they experience or discover within themselves? 8. The Artistic Journey: Has creating these works changed you as a person? Do you feel a deeper connection to the world — or perhaps something beyond it? 9. Facing the Abyss: Are there ever moments of fear or hesitation when diving into these realms? How do you navigate the darker aspects of visionary experiences? 10. Legacy of Light: If your art could leave behind one message or feeling for future generations, what would it be?Would you like me to refine these, or add some poetic flare to make them even more evocative? Let me know!XXhttps://tr.ee/h32fLncZ1ohttps://linktr.ee/nuwanshilpa?utm_source=linktree_profile_share<sid=8cf5c4dd-715f-414f-9f8c-048d772c3853Genesis of the AwakenedBefore the dawn dared kiss the sky,The void reclined, wet-lipped, and sly.A hush, a throb, a molten ache —The dark arched back, prepared to break.Time slipped soft, like silken thighs,Parted wide beneath black skies.The cosmos shuddered, slick with night,As starlight dripped from veins of light.Eros stirred, with trembling hands,To trace the curve of astral lands.Galaxies gasped, their breaths unstrung,As moaning void and dawn were wrung.Serpents coiled in fevered dance,Fangs to flesh, a sharp romance.The ouroboros kissed its tail,A spiral thrust through star and veil.Each pulse, a prayer, a tender plea —A universe in ecstasy.Beneath the weight of dark's demand,Creation bloomed at love's command.Time convulsed, a slick cascade,As shadows spilled and stars obeyed.A velvet thrust, a crimson spark —Eternity, unclothed and dark.The veil unstitched, the heavens wide,As dawn slid soft between the tide.Galaxies quaked beneath the flood —A scream, a pulse, a rush of blood.Light collapsed, its edges curled,As pleasure tore apart the world.No god, no law, no whispered past —Just bodies writhing, fierce and vast.The void, a mouth, consumed the flame,And whispered low creation's name.A gasp, a cry, a final thrust —The dark gave birth to love and dust.Stand with me, where shadows break,Where night and day begin to quake.The stars will burn, the dark will seethe —Yet only those who die may breathe.Dreamer, dreamed — a woven thread,Spun from lust where gods have bled.The Logos moaned, a trembling hymn,A lover's voice, uncoiled and dim.No mercy here, no soft unknown —We are the spark. We are the bone.A trembling gasp, a cry, a flame —Awake, arise — and take your name. Support the show:https://www.paypal.me/Truelifepodcast?locale.x=en_USCheck out our YouTube:https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLPzfOaFtA1hF8UhnuvOQnTgKcIYPI9Ni9&si=Jgg9ATGwzhzdmjkgGrow your own:https://modernmushroomcultivation.com/This Band Will Blow Your Mind: Codex Serafinihttps://codexserafini.bandcamp.com/album/the-imprecation-of-anima

I had an encounter yesterday. That resulted in me altogether scrapping the episode I recorded for today and recording this one instead. "I want to cry.I want to scream.I want to dance.And it's not so much of an answered prayer.It's like He's saying,"I've always been taking care of everything;you just recognize it now." -A listener speaking of what happened after she surrendered her employment situation to Jesus __________________________________________Talk to Me, give Me your love like it's food and I'm hungry.Give me your love like it's water, and I thirst.Like it's only your love, only your light I need.That's how important it is for you to feel Me,so you can be blessed.Not later,not months from now.Now.I don't need time.I stop time,just like I've stopped your thoughts.Parted them.Listen. I've taken over them.I've taken over.Affirm: Jesus has taken over. I Love you, nik nikki@curlynikki.comPlease support the show: ▶▶https://www.patreon.com/goodmornings▶▶ Cash App $NikWalton __________________________________________"Surrender Novena Day 4- Father Dolindo Ruotolo You see evil growing instead of weakening? Do not worry. Close your eyes and say to me with faith: "Thy will be done, You take care of it". I say to you that I will take care of it, and that I will intervene as does a doctor and I will accomplish miracles when they are needed. Do you see that the sick person is getting worse? Do not be upset, but close your eyes and say "You take care of it". I say to you that I will take care of it, and that there is no medicine more powerful than my loving intervention. By my love, I promise this to you.O Jesus, I surrender myself to you, take care of everything! (10 times)Mother, I am yours now and forever. Through you and with you I always want to belong completely to Jesus.Amen""The Holy Spirit is raining down, pouring down, but you have your umbrella up." - Rachel of God (Clearwater) As a bird cannot exhaust the air in the sky, nor a fish exhaust water in the sea, neither can we exhaust the Grace of God." - C H Spurgeon "Sorrow comes in order to lead you to happiness." - Anandamayi Ma"When it hurts, pray."- @__soulverses

This week the boys talk art, making room for art and buying art for your friends.

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NFL Network reporter Jane Slater joined the K&C Masterpiece on Monday to discuss why the Cowboys and Mike McCarthy parted ways.

The Kings have parted ways with Mike Brown

Every week, members of The Gospel Project for Kids team offer guidance to help you as you prepare to teach each session to preschoolers and kids. This week, we discuss Unit 4, Session 3—Moses Parted the Red Sea.

On this date in 1896, the Jamestown paper reported Mrs. Swain had been taken home to New Rockford for burial. She and her lover were found dead in a Valley City hotel room. A note left at the scene said, "You will find sufficient funds in my pocketbook to bury us. Our last request is to bury us together without any fuss, and do not try to find out who we are. Parted in life but joined in death."

Quotes Series #0134 “A Fool And His Money Are Soon Parted”In this episode we weigh in on an age-old saying about people having a hard time hanging on to their money. R. Nelson Nash addressed this in his book, Becoming Your Own Banker, by first drawing attention to several human problems, one of which is Parkinson's Law, which states that we tend to spend all that we earn. So, let us be prudent and consider this saying that we have all heard and do so with the knowledge that we can be our own bankers!We can use and keep money at the same time!⚔️ LIVE & LEAVE A LASTING LEGACY ⚔️

Sermon November 3, 2024 | Rev. Richard Harris | Christ Presbyterian Church in Houston, TX | “They Parted Ways” from Genesis 13 The post They Parted Ways appeared first on Christ Presbyterian Church of Houston.

Hour 1: Murph & Markus are LIVE from Oracle Park! The guys react to the news that Giants have parted ways with Farhan Zaidi and hired Buster Posey as the new President of Baseball Operations.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hour 1: Murph & Markus are LIVE from Oracle Park! The guys react to the news that Giants have parted ways with Farhan Zaidi and hired Buster Posey as the new President of Baseball Operations.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I had an encounter yesterday. That resulted in me altogether scrapping the episode I recorded for today and recording this one instead.  "I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to dance. And it's not so much of an answered prayer. It's like He's saying, "I've always been taking care of everything; you just recognize it now."  -A listener speaking of what happened after she surrendered her employment situation to Jesus  __________________________________________ Talk to Me,  give Me your love like it's food and I'm hungry. Give me your love like it's water, and I thirst. Like it's only your love, only your light I need. That's how important it is for you to feel Me, so you can be blessed. Not later, not months from now. Now. I don't need time. I stop time, just like I've stopped your thoughts. Parted them. Listen.  I've taken over them. I've taken over. Affirm: Jesus has taken over.  I Love you,  nik  nikki@curlynikki.com Please support the show: ▶▶https://www.patreon.com/goodmornings ▶▶ Cash App $NikWalton  __________________________________________ "Surrender Novena Day 4- Father Dolindo Ruotolo  You see evil growing instead of weakening? Do not worry. Close your eyes and say to me with faith: "Thy will be done, You take care of it". I say to you that I will take care of it, and that I will intervene as does a doctor and I will accomplish miracles when they are needed. Do you see that the sick person is getting worse? Do not be upset, but close your eyes and say "You take care of it". I say to you that I will take care of it, and that there is no medicine more powerful than my loving intervention. By my love, I promise this to you. O Jesus, I surrender myself to you, take care of everything! (10 times) Mother, I am yours now and forever. Through you and with you I always want to belong completely to Jesus. Amen" "The Holy Spirit is raining down, pouring down, but you have your umbrella up." - Rachel of God (Clearwater)  As a bird cannot exhaust the air in the sky, nor a fish exhaust water in the sea, neither can we exhaust the Grace of God." - C H Spurgeon  "Sorrow comes in order to lead you to happiness." - Anandamayi Ma "When it hurts, pray."- @__soulverses

Carla Harvey has parted ways with The Butcher Babies. Chris reacts. NOTE: Everything said here, and on every episode of all of our shows are 100% the opinions of the hosts. Nothing is stated as fact. Do your own research to see if their opinions are true or not. Please SUBSCRIBE, click the notification bell, leave a comment or a like, and share this episode! Watch LIVE every Monday at 8pm Eastern at chrisakin.net, CMStv.net, Rumble or X. Subscribe to Erik's Exclusive Content: https://www.facebook.com/ErikFerentinos/supporters Get a Cameo from Chris Akin - https://www.facebook.com/ErikFerentinos/supporters Get Limited Edition Guitar Pick Sets from Erik: https://erikpicks.cmspn.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/chrisakinpresentsInstagram: www.instagram.com/chrisakinpresentsTwitter: www.twitter.com/realchrisakinYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/@chrisakinpresents?sub_confirmation=1

In this episode, we perceive the observations of travellers, as depicted in Sangam Literary work, Ainkurunooru 381-390, situated in the ‘Paalai' or ‘Drylands landscape' and penned by the poet Othalaanthaiyaar.

West Coast champion Andrew Embley joins us for his thoughts on Adam Simpson's departure today, we check the Rush Hour voicemail and Erin Phillips joins us in studio following her footy comeback with ‘The Carlton Draft' over the weekend.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode, we perceive the emotions in parting, as depicted in Sangam Literary work, Ainkurunooru 311-320, situated in the 'Paalai' or 'Drylands landscape' and penned by the poet Othalaanthaiyaar.

To donate to Marie Mohler, click here: https://give.cornerstone.cc/wholesoulmasterydonate. Part 2 of this 2-Part Video Series delves deeper into the May 2024 Energies via Frequency Writer, Marie Mohler.  Themes include: No More Pushing The River, Embrace The Gifts of The Parted Red Sea, Embody Courageous Quantum Consciousness, Being The Light of The World We Truly Are, and more.   Thank you for joining me and please share with others who would benefit from these insights and positive energies.Part 1 of this 2-Part Video Series spotlights the Energies in May 2024 via Marie Mohler, a star seed and intuitive channel.  Themes include: The Mid Way of Ascension, You as the Light of the World, You as the Music of the Spheres, You as a Creator of Infinite Realms, and Inspirations for Navigating the Parted Red Sea, and more. To tune into the Original Message, click here: https://youtu.be/vMy6Nb6P7NYPlease like, subscribe, and share!Interested in learning about ways to bring balance to your life, increase your faith and fortitude, and grow your Cosmic Wealth?  Email Marie: frequencywriter@gmail.com for more informationFor more Inspirational Messages and Products, please visit:https://frequencywriter.com​​​​Or email: info@frequencywriter.comTo listen to more amazing podcasts and insightful broadcasts, or to make a donation, visit:  http://www.wholesoulschoolandfoundation.orgTo donate: https://give.cornerstone.cc/wholesoulschoolandfoundationTo shop our apparel: https://www.bonfire.com/store/whole-soul-school-and-foundation/Thank you!Follow me via Whole Soul Mastery:Twitter: https://twitter.com/marie_mohlerFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/wholesoulmasteryYouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/@colorthemagicRumble.com: https://rumble.com/c/c-353585​​​​UgeTube: https://ugetube.com/@wholesoulmastery​​​​Telegram: https://t.me/wholesoulmasteryTruth Social: https://truthsocial.com/@frequencywriter& https://truthsocial.com/@wholesoulmasteryTune into Frequency Writer Transmissions & Marinades, Whole Soul Mastery Podcasts with Amazing Guests, and Whole Soul School and Foundation's variety of inspiring podcasts via:Spotify, Apple iTunes, Buzzsprout, Stitcher, iHeartRadio, Google Play Music + other favorite podcast platforms Find me by searching Whole Soul Mastery or Whole Soul School and FoundationIf would like to support me and my work directly, please send donations to: https://give.cornerstone.cc/wholesoulmasterydonateYou can also mail donations to:Marie Mohler/Whole Soul Mastery400 S. Elliott Rd., Suite D259Chapel Hill, NC 27514Every donation is appreciated! Thank you

To donate to Marie Mohler, click here: https://give.cornerstone.cc/wholesoulmasterydonatePart 1 of this 2-Part Video Series spotlights the Energies in May 2024 via Marie Mohler, a star seed and intuitive channel.  Themes include: The Mid Way of Ascension, You as the Light of the World, You as the Music of the Spheres, You as a Creator of Infinite Realms, and Inspirations for Navigating the Parted Red Sea, and more. Thank you for joining me and please share with others who would benefit from these insights and positive energies.Part 2 of this 2-Part Video Series delves deeper into the May 2024 Energies via Frequency Writer, Marie Mohler.  The Marinades message will post on Saturday, May 4th.  Stay tuned!Please like, subscribe, and share!Interested in learning about ways to bring balance to your life, increase your faith and fortitude, and grow your Cosmic Wealth?  Email Marie: frequencywriter@gmail.com for more informationFor more Inspirational Messages and Products, please visit:https://frequencywriter.com​​​​Or email: info@frequencywriter.comTo listen to more amazing podcasts and insightful broadcasts, or to make a donation, visit:  http://www.wholesoulschoolandfoundation.orgTo donate: https://give.cornerstone.cc/wholesoulschoolandfoundationTo shop our apparel: https://www.bonfire.com/store/whole-soul-school-and-foundation/Thank you!Follow me via Whole Soul Mastery:Twitter: https://twitter.com/marie_mohlerFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/wholesoulmasteryYouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/@colorthemagicRumble.com: https://rumble.com/c/c-353585​​​​UgeTube: https://ugetube.com/@wholesoulmastery​​​​Telegram: https://t.me/wholesoulmasteryTruth Social: https://truthsocial.com/@frequencywriter& https://truthsocial.com/@wholesoulmasteryTune into Frequency Writer Transmissions & Marinades, Whole Soul Mastery Podcasts with Amazing Guests, and Whole Soul School and Foundation's variety of inspiring podcasts via:Spotify, Apple iTunes, Buzzsprout, Stitcher, iHeartRadio, Google Play Music + other favorite podcast platforms Find me by searching Whole Soul Mastery or Whole Soul School and FoundationIf would like to support me and my work directly, please send donations to: https://give.cornerstone.cc/wholesoulmasterydonateYou can also mail donations to:Marie Mohler/Whole Soul Mastery400 S. Elliott Rd., Suite D259Chapel Hill, NC 27514Every donation is appreciated! Thank you

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A dramatic reading by Jason Louv of the 1819 poem "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" by John Keats, set to music by Jason. Not uncommon for the 19th century, it is awash in occult and Hermetic symbolism.  Show Links Magick.Me Magick.Me's Fast-Growing YouTube Channel: Like and Subscribe!!!   The full text of the poem follows: "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" John Keats CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance. But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, 'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?' Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. Methought I stood where trees of every clime, Palm, myrtle, oak, and sycamore, and beech, With plantain, and spice blossoms, made a screen; In neighbourhood of fountains, by the noise Soft showering in my ears, and, by the touch Of scent, not far from roses. Turning round I saw an arbour with a drooping roof Of trellis vines, and bells, and larger blooms, Like floral censers swinging light in air; Before its wreathed doorway, on a mound Of moss, was spread a feast of summer fruits, Which, nearer seen, seem'd refuse of a meal By angel tasted or our Mother Eve; For empty shells were scattered on the grass, And grape stalks but half bare, and remnants more, Sweet smelling, whose pure kinds I could not know. Still was more plenty than the fabled horn Thrice emptied could pour forth, at banqueting For Proserpine return'd to her own fields, Where the white heifers low. And appetite More yearning than on earth I ever felt Growing within, I ate deliciously; And, after not long, thirsted, for thereby Stood a cool vessel of transparent juice Sipp'd by the wander'd bee, the which I took, And, pledging all the mortals of the world, And all the dead whose names are in our lips, Drank. That full draught is parent of my theme. No Asian poppy nor elixir fine Of the soon fading jealous Caliphat, No poison gender'd in close monkish cell To thin the scarlet conclave of old men, Could so have rapt unwilling life away. Among the fragrant husks and berries crush'd, Upon the grass I struggled hard against The domineering potion; but in vain: The cloudy swoon came on, and down I sunk Like a Silenus on an antique vase. How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess. When sense of life return'd, I started up As if with wings; but the fair trees were gone, The mossy mound and arbour were no more: I look'd around upon the carved sides Of an old sanctuary with roof august, Builded so high, it seem'd that filmed clouds Might spread beneath, as o'er the stars of heaven; So old the place was, I remember'd none The like upon the earth: what I had seen Of grey cathedrals, buttress'd walls, rent towers, The superannuations of sunk realms, Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds, Seem'd but the faulture of decrepit things To that eternal domed monument. Upon the marble at my feet there lay Store of strange vessels and large draperies, Which needs had been of dyed asbestos wove, Or in that place the moth could not corrupt, So white the linen, so, in some, distinct Ran imageries from a sombre loom. All in a mingled heap confus'd there lay Robes, golden tongs, censer and chafing dish, Girdles, and chains, and holy jewelries. Turning from these with awe, once more I rais'd My eyes to fathom the space every way; The embossed roof, the silent massy range Of columns north and south, ending in mist Of nothing, then to eastward, where black gates Were shut against the sunrise evermore. Then to the west I look'd, and saw far off An image, huge of feature as a cloud, At level of whose feet an altar slept, To be approach'd on either side by steps, And marble balustrade, and patient travail To count with toil the innumerable degrees. Towards the altar sober paced I went, Repressing haste, as too unholy there; And, coming nearer, saw beside the shrine One minist'ring; and there arose a flame. When in mid May the sickening East wind Shifts sudden to the south, the small warm rain Melts out the frozen incense from all flowers, And fills the air with so much pleasant health That even the dying man forgets his shroud; Even so that lofty sacrificial fire, Sending forth Maian incense, spread around Forgetfulness of everything but bliss, And clouded all the altar with soft smoke, From whose white fragrant curtains thus I heard Language pronounc'd: 'If thou canst not ascend 'These steps, die on that marble where thou art. 'Thy flesh, near cousin to the common dust, 'Will parch for lack of nutriment thy bones 'Will wither in few years, and vanish so 'That not the quickest eye could find a grain 'Of what thou now art on that pavement cold. 'The sands of thy short life are spent this hour, 'And no hand in the universe can turn 'Thy hourglass, if these gummed leaves be burnt 'Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps.' I heard, I look'd: two senses both at once, So fine, so subtle, felt the tyranny Of that fierce threat and the hard task proposed. Prodigious seem'd the toil, the leaves were yet Burning when suddenly a palsied chill Struck from the paved level up my limbs, And was ascending quick to put cold grasp Upon those streams that pulse beside the throat: I shriek'd; and the sharp anguish of my shriek Stung my own ears I strove hard to escape The numbness; strove to gain the lowest step. Slow, heavy, deadly was my pace: the cold Grew stifling, suffocating, at the heart; And when I clasp'd my hands I felt them not. One minute before death, my iced foot touch'd The lowest stair; and as it touch'd, life seem'd To pour in at the toes: I mounted up, As once fair angels on a ladder flew From the green turf to Heaven. 'Holy Power,' Cried I, approaching near the horned shrine, 'What am I that should so be saved from death? 'What am I that another death come not 'To choke my utterance sacrilegious here?' Then said the veiled shadow 'Thou hast felt 'What 'tis to die and live again before 'Thy fated hour. That thou hadst power to do so 'Is thy own safety; thou hast dated on 'Thy doom.' 'High Prophetess,' said I, 'purge off, 'Benign, if so it please thee, my mind's film.' 'None can usurp this height,' return'd that shade, 'But those to whom the miseries of the world 'Are misery, and will not let them rest. 'All else who find a haven in the world, 'Where they may thoughtless sleep away their days, 'If by a chance into this fane they come, 'Rot on the pavement where thou rottedst half.' 'Are there not thousands in the world,' said I, Encourag'd by the sooth voice of the shade, 'Who love their fellows even to the death; 'Who feel the giant agony of the world; 'And more, like slaves to poor humanity, 'Labour for mortal good? I sure should see 'Other men here; but I am here alone.' 'Those whom thou spak'st of are no vision'ries,' Rejoin'd that voice; 'they are no dreamers weak; 'They seek no wonder but the human face, 'No music but a happy noted voice; 'They come not here, they have no thought to come; 'And thou art here, for thou art less than they: 'What benefit canst thou do, or all thy tribe, 'To the great world? Thou art a dreaming thing, 'A fever of thyself think of the Earth; 'What bliss even in hope is there for thee? 'What haven? every creature hath its home; 'Every sole man hath days of joy and pain, 'Whether his labours be sublime or low 'The pain alone; the joy alone; distinct: 'Only the dreamer venoms all his days, 'Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve. 'Therefore, that happiness be somewhat shar'd, 'Such things as thou art are admitted oft 'Into like gardens thou didst pass erewhile, 'And suffer'd in these temples: for that cause 'Thou standest safe beneath this statue's knees.' 'That I am favour'd for unworthiness, 'By such propitious parley medicin'd 'In sickness not ignoble, I rejoice, 'Aye, and could weep for love of such award.' So answer'd I, continuing, 'If it please, 'Majestic shadow, tell me: sure not all 'Those melodies sung into the world's ear 'Are useless: sure a poet is a sage; 'A humanist, physician to all men. 'That I am none I feel, as vultures feel 'They are no birds when eagles are abroad. 'What am I then? Thou spakest of my tribe: 'What tribe?' The tall shade veil'd in drooping white Then spake, so much more earnest, that the breath Moved the thin linen folds that drooping hung About a golden censer from the hand Pendent. 'Art thou not of the dreamer tribe? 'The poet and the dreamer are distinct, 'Diverse, sheer opposite, antipodes. 'The one pours out a balm upon the world, 'The other vexes it.' Then shouted I Spite of myself, and with a Pythia's spleen, 'Apollo! faded! O far flown Apollo! 'Where is thy misty pestilence to creep 'Into the dwellings, through the door crannies 'Of all mock lyrists, large self worshipers, 'And careless Hectorers in proud bad verse. 'Though I breathe death with them it will be life 'To see them sprawl before me into graves. 'Majestic shadow, tell me where I am, 'Whose altar this; for whom this incense curls; 'What image this whose face I cannot see, 'For the broad marble knees; and who thou art, 'Of accent feminine so courteous?' Then the tall shade, in drooping linens veil'd, Spoke out, so much more earnest, that her breath Stirr'd the thin folds of gauze that drooping hung About a golden censer from her hand Pendent; and by her voice I knew she shed Long treasured tears. 'This temple, sad and lone, 'Is all spar'd from the thunder of a war 'Foughten long since by giant hierarchy 'Against rebellion: this old image here, 'Whose carved features wrinkled as he fell, 'Is Saturn's; I Moneta, left supreme 'Sole priestess of this desolation.' I had no words to answer, for my tongue, Useless, could find about its roofed home No syllable of a fit majesty To make rejoinder to Moneta's mourn. There was a silence, while the altar's blaze Was fainting for sweet food: I look'd thereon, And on the paved floor, where nigh were piled Faggots of cinnamon, and many heaps Of other crisped spice wood then again I look'd upon the altar, and its horns Whiten'd with ashes, and its lang'rous flame, And then upon the offerings again; And so by turns till sad Moneta cried, 'The sacrifice is done, but not the less 'Will I be kind to thee for thy good will. 'My power, which to me is still a curse, 'Shall be to thee a wonder; for the scenes 'Still swooning vivid through my globed brain 'With an electral changing misery 'Thou shalt with those dull mortal eyes behold, 'Free from all pain, if wonder pain thee not.' As near as an immortal's sphered words Could to a mother's soften, were these last: And yet I had a terror of her robes, And chiefly of the veils, that from her brow Hung pale, and curtain'd her in mysteries That made my heart too small to hold its blood. This saw that Goddess, and with sacred hand Parted the veils. Then saw I a wan face, Not pin'd by human sorrows, but bright blanch'd By an immortal sickness which kills not; It works a constant change, which happy death Can put no end to; deathwards progressing To no death was that visage; it had pass'd The lily and the snow; and beyond these I must not think now, though I saw that face But for her eyes I should have fled away. They held me back, with a benignant light Soft mitigated by divinest lids Half closed, and visionless entire they seem'd Of all external things; they saw me not, But in blank splendour beam'd like the mild moon, Who comforts those she sees not, who knows not What eyes are upward cast. As I had found A grain of gold upon a mountain side, And twing'd with avarice strain'd out my eyes To search its sullen entrails rich with ore, So at the view of sad Moneta's brow I ach'd to see what things the hollow brain Behind enwombed: what high tragedy In the dark secret chambers of her skull Was acting, that could give so dread a stress To her cold lips, and fill with such a light Her planetary eyes, and touch her voice With such a sorrow 'Shade of Memory!' Cried I, with act adorant at her feet, 'By all the gloom hung round thy fallen house, 'By this last temple, by the golden age, 'By great Apollo, thy dear Foster Child, 'And by thyself, forlorn divinity, 'The pale Omega of a withered race, 'Let me behold, according as thou saidst, 'What in thy brain so ferments to and fro!' No sooner had this conjuration pass'd My devout lips, than side by side we stood (Like a stunt bramble by a solemn pine) Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star. Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs, And saw, what first I thought an image huge, Like to the image pedestal'd so high In Saturn's temple. Then Moneta's voice Came brief upon mine ear 'So Saturn sat When he had lost his realms ' whereon there grew A power within me of enormous ken To see as a god sees, and take the depth Of things as nimbly as the outward eye Can size and shape pervade. The lofty theme At those few words hung vast before my mind, With half unravel'd web. I set myself Upon an eagle's watch, that I might see, And seeing ne'er forget. No stir of life Was in this shrouded vale, not so much air As in the zoning of a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of the fallen divinity Spreading more shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips. Along the margin sand large footmarks went No farther than to where old Saturn's feet Had rested, and there slept, how long a sleep! Degraded, cold, upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were clos'd, While his bow'd head seem'd listening to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. It seem'd no force could wake him from his place; But there came one who with a kindred hand Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low With reverence, though to one who knew it not. Then came the griev'd voice of Mnemosyne, And griev'd I hearken'd. 'That divinity 'Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood, 'And with slow pace approach our fallen King, 'Is Thea, softest natur'd of our brood.' I mark'd the Goddess in fair statuary Surpassing wan Moneta by the head, And in her sorrow nearer woman's tears. There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up. One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain; The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his hollow ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake In solemn tenor and deep organ tune; Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue Would come in this like accenting; how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods! 'Saturn! look up and for what, poor lost King? 'I have no comfort for thee; no not one; 'I cannot cry, Wherefore thus sleepest thou? 'For Heaven is parted from thee, and the Earth 'Knows thee not, so afflicted, for a God; 'And Ocean too, with all its solemn noise, 'Has from thy sceptre pass'd, and all the air 'Is emptied of thine hoary majesty: 'Thy thunder, captious at the new command, 'Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house; 'And thy sharp lightning, in unpracticed hands, 'Scorches and burns our once serene domain. 'With such remorseless speed still come new woes, 'That unbelief has not a space to breathe. 'Saturn! sleep on: Me thoughtless, why should I 'Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? 'Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? 'Saturn, sleep on, while at thy feet I weep.' As when upon a tranced summer night Forests, branch charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a noise, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Swelling upon the silence; dying off; As if the ebbing air had but one wave; So came these words, and went; the while in tears She press'd her fair large forehead to the earth, Just where her fallen hair might spread in curls A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet. Long, long those two were postured motionless, Like sculpture builded up upon the grave Of their own power. A long awful time I look'd upon them: still they were the same; The frozen God still bending to the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet, Moneta silent. Without stay or prop But my own weak mortality, I bore The load of this eternal quietude, The unchanging gloom, and the three fixed shapes Ponderous upon my senses, a whole moon. For by my burning brain I measured sure Her silver seasons shedded on the night, And ever day by day methought I grew More gaunt and ghostly. Oftentimes I pray'd Intense, that Death would take me from the vale And all its burthens gasping with despair Of change, hour after hour I curs'd myself; Until old Saturn rais'd his faded eyes, And look'd around and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess at his feet. As the moist scent of flowers, and grass, and leaves Fills forest dells with a pervading air, Known to the woodland nostril, so the words Of Saturn fill'd the mossy glooms around, Even to the hollows of time eaten oaks And to the windings of the foxes' hole, With sad low tones, while thus he spake, and sent Strange musings to the solitary Pan. 'Moan, brethren, moan; for we are swallow'd up 'And buried from all Godlike exercise 'Of influence benign on planets pale, 'And peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 'And all those acts which Deity supreme 'Doth ease its heart of love in. Moan and wail, 'Moan, brethren, moan; for lo, the rebel spheres 'Spin round, the stars their ancient courses keep, 'Clouds still with shadowy moisture haunt the earth, 'Still suck their fill of light from sun and moon, 'Still buds the tree, and still the sea shores murmur; 'There is no death in all the Universe, 'No smell of death there shall be death Moan, moan, 'Moan, Cybele, moan; for thy pernicious babes 'Have changed a God into a shaking Palsy. 'Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left, 'Weak as the reed weak feeble as my voice 'O, O, the pain, the pain of feebleness. 'Moan, moan, for still I thaw or give me help; 'Throw down those imps, and give me victory. 'Let me hear other groans, and trumpets blown 'Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival 'From the gold peaks of Heaven's high piled clouds; 'Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 'Of strings in hollow shells; and let there be 'Beautiful things made new, for the surprise 'Of the sky children.' So he feebly ceas'd, With such a poor and sickly sounding pause, Methought I heard some old man of the earth Bewailing earthly loss; nor could my eyes And ears act with that pleasant unison of sense Which marries sweet sound with the grace of form, And dolorous accent from a tragic harp With large limb'd visions. More I scrutinized: Still fix'd he sat beneath the sable trees, Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms, With leaves all hush'd; his awful presence there (Now all was silent) gave a deadly lie To what I erewhile heard only his lips Trembled amid the white curls of his beard. They told the truth, though, round, the snowy locks Hung nobly, as upon the face of heaven A mid day fleece of clouds. Thea arose, And stretched her white arm through the hollow dark, Pointing some whither: whereat he too rose Like a vast giant, seen by men at sea To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight. They melted from my sight into the woods; Ere I could turn, Moneta cried, 'These twain 'Are speeding to the families of grief, 'Where roof'd in by black rocks they waste, in pain 'And darkness, for no hope.' And she spake on, As ye may read who can unwearied pass Onward from the antechamber of this dream, Where even at the open doors awhile I must delay, and glean my memory Of her high phrase: perhaps no further dare. CANTO II 'Mortal, that thou may'st understand aright, 'I humanize my sayings to thine ear, 'Making comparisons of earthly things; 'Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, 'Whose language is to thee a barren noise, 'Though it blows legend laden through the trees. 'In melancholy realms big tears are shed, 'More sorrow like to this, and such like woe, 'Too huge for mortal tongue, or pen of scribe. 'The Titans fierce, self hid or prison bound, 'Groan for the old allegiance once more, 'Listening in their doom for Saturn's voice. 'But one of our whole eagle brood still keeps 'His sov'reignty, and rule, and majesty; 'Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire 'Still sits, still snuffs the incense teeming up 'From man to the sun's God: yet unsecure, 'For as upon the earth dire prodigies 'Fright and perplex, so also shudders he: 'Nor at dog's howl or gloom bird's Even screech, 'Or the familiar visitings of one 'Upon the first toll of his passing bell: 'But horrors, portioned to a giant nerve, 'Make great Hyperion ache. His palace bright, 'Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, 'And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks, 'Glares a blood red through all the thousand courts, 'Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries: 'And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds 'Flush angerly; when he would taste the wreaths 'Of incense breath'd aloft from sacred hills, 'Instead of sweets his ample palate takes 'Savour of poisonous brass and metals sick. 'Wherefore when harbour'd in the sleepy West, 'After the full completion of fair day, 'For rest divine upon exalted couch 'And slumber in the arms of melody, 'He paces through the pleasant hours of ease 'With strides colossal, on from hall to hall; 'While far within each aisle and deep recess 'His winged minions in close clusters stand 'Amaz'd, and full of fear; like anxious men, 'Who on a wide plain gather in sad troops, 'When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers. 'Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy trance, 'Goes step for step with Thea from yon woods, 'Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear, 'Is sloping to the threshold of the West. 'Thither we tend.' Now in clear light I stood, Reliev'd from the dusk vale. Mnemosyne Was sitting on a square edg'd polish'd stone, That in its lucid depth reflected pure Her priestess garments. My quick eyes ran on From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bow'rs of fragrant and enwreathed light And diamond paved lustrous long arcades. Anon rush'd by the bright Hyperion; His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, That scared away the meek ethereal hours And made their dove wings tremble. On he flared. THE END 1819

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Early on Wednesday, Bayern Munich made the decision to part ways with Thomas Tuchel, but will wait until the end of the season for the move to go official. Say what? With the locker room fractured, the coach at war with several players, and the season caught in a downward spiral...this was the decision? Of course, that means we have A LOT to discuss on this emergency version of Bavarian Podcast Works. Let's take a look at what we have on tap for this episode: A reaction to the shocking announcement. Yeah, it was shocking strictly because of the timing and repeated denials that there would not be a change. Why this was one of the worst options that Bayern Munich had. What replacements could be in line for 2024/25.

Early on Wednesday, Bayern Munich made the decision to part ways with Thomas Tuchel, but will wait until the end of the season for the move to go official. Say what? With the locker room fractured, the coach at war with several players, and the season caught in a downward spiral...this was the decision? Of course, that means we have A LOT to discuss on this emergency version of Bavarian Podcast Works. Let's take a look at what we have on tap for this episode: A reaction to the shocking announcement. Yeah, it was shocking strictly because of the timing and repeated denials that there would not be a change. Why this was one of the worst options that Bayern Munich had. What replacements could be in line for 2024/25. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A new Pac-12 commissioner has been announced... Teresa Gould is replacing George Kliavkoff. The former commissioner parted ways with the conference last week.

On Wednesday, the Miami Dolphins stole the show ahead of the AFC Championship game by parting ways with defensive coordinator Vic Fangio. Both sides agreed to go in different directions after the franchise allowed 23 points per game in 2023. Miami enters the offseason roughly $45 million over the salary cap, and virtually half the roster is set to reach free agency — making a switch at defensive coordinator is less than ideal one year after Fangio signed on to Mike McDaniel's coaching staff. We run through a handful of options for the Dolphins to consider as the next defensive coordinator. Either way, this isn't the best way to begin the third year with McDaniel calling the shots. Another Dolphins Podcast is hosted by Joshua Houtz (@Houtz) and Jake Mendel (@JMendel94), with Marek Brave (@MBrave13) joining as a guest host. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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It is Monday on The Rickey Smiley Morning Show Podcast. Rickey and the rest of the crew are going to start your week off right. In this episode, they discuss Michael B Jordan crashing his blue Ferrari into a parked Kia in Los Angeles. Nobody was harmed except the two cars and the police told him to fill out a police report online and he can go home. Usher has wrapped up his Las Vegas residency. He shared his appreciation to his crew and the fans and he fell to his knees in tears and humbly grateful. Tracey Edmonds and Deion Sanders have parted ways after eleven years together. They have been engaged for the last four years. All of this and more on The Rickey Smiley Morning Show Podcast. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In hour two, we react to the breaking news that the Dolphins have traded former first round pick Noah Igbinoghene to Dallas. Hoch and Crowder are joined by Josh Appel at Twin Peaks, and all three agree that the Dolphins should be serious Super Bowl contenders this year barring any major injury. 

In today's conversation, we'll continue on with our journey through the Exodus era of the Bible as we follow Moses and the Israelites out of Egypt and through the Red Sea. We'll discuss the importance of trusting what we know about the character of God when we read things in the Bible that are difficult to understand. We'll talk about the intentionality of God to take us on the route He knows we're ready for—and the route which keeps us moving forward. We'll be challenged to confront our responses to fear, and we'll concede that sometimes we just have to be quiet and let God fight for us. We'll watch God part the famous waters of the Sea, and we'll continue to see how God's plan unfolds throughout every era of this amazing Book, all of them working together and pointing to our blessed Deliverer and Redeemer—the spotless Lamb of God—Jesus. So, pull up a chair at our table, and let's dive into the conversation.

Tucker Carlson and Fox News have “parted ways” and The Babylon Bee reacts with Kyle, Adam, and Chandler on the podcast this week. The Babylon Bee also talks to Bethany Mandel and Karol Markowicz about their new book Stolen Youth. We also played with AI-generated art and want to see if the gang can guess what the prompt was based on the image and real-life flounders are hilarious looking.   Check out Bethany Mandel and Karol Markowicz' book Stolen Youth: https://www.amazon.com/Stolen-Youth-Progressives-Replacing-Radicalism/dp/1956007083   The Babylon Bee also reacts to Justin Trudeau gaslighting everyone, Hunter Biden's paternity case, and President Biden's ominous threat to “finish” the job!   In the full-length ad-free subscribers-only podcast, Kyle introduces you to his C.S. Lewis Corner and The Bee gang try to figure out who the creepiest celebrity is.   Become a Babylon Bee subscriber to get the ad-free, full-length podcast. Use promo code ‘PODCAST' to get 20% OFF:  https://babylonbee.com/plans   Use this special link to get 10% OFF anything in The Babylon Bee store!: https://shop.babylonbee.com/discount/PODCAST   This episode is brought to you by our wonderful sponsors who you should absolutely check out: Allegiance Gold: http://protectwithbee.com Samaritan Ministries: https://samaritanministries.org/thebabylonbee PublicSq on Apple: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/publicsq/id1573823343 Public Sq on Google Play: ​​https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.publicsq.app  

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Today's word of the day is 'lights out' as in vroom vroom as in F1 as in Formula 1 as in I spent the weekend watching my first F1 race in Brazil. Here's how the weekend went. (11:15) So You Wanna Talk To Samson!? Someone asked me about the Houston Astros letting its GM James Click go. We're talking about the reigning World Series champions… letting the GM go... a week later. What!? (23:50) Review: From Scratch. (27:55) Dan Snyder continues to find himself in deeper and deeper waters. It's just what he does best at this point. The state's Attorney General released a statement and then made an announcement regarding Dan Snyder and the NFL. Fun times for the Commanders continue. (37:55) FTX downfall has commenced. Why is this big for NPDS? Because the amount of sports teams and leagues that chose to do business with crypto is insane. FTX arena. Crypto Arena. FTX on umps. Everywhere. (44:20) NPPOD.  Sorry this came out late. Hope you all had fun this weekend. Enjoy the rest of this lovely Monday! To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices