Podcasts about prens

Hana shines and Aya rises.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.“It is selfish to believe that your family will always love you. At some point you will be asked to earn it.”My equilibrium decided to cut me some slack and not invoke the reflexive vomiting. "It is only me, Hana, Imogen, Deidre, Mom, Buffy, hi Juanita," I hadn't spotted my designated bodyguard standing behind Chaz."Don't talk to me right now," she seethed. "I'm furious with you." Yep, she was the Caribbean Buffy."Perhaps she's pissed about the five extra Illuminati bodyguards added to the regular two around Hana plus the two circling Ghost Tigers having not a fucking clue what those other armed parties are doing in Hana's company," Pamela joked. She could. Everyone else was giving me crap about my social gaff."Hey now. This meeting is important. Imogen and I are going to have a child," I enlightened them. The door chimed open and we piled in with two Amazons whose 'fresh' look indicated a use of the showers within the past ten minutes."You consistently maintain particularly low standards," Chaz dryly remarked."I sent her here for a check-up and that gave Buffy a chance to meet Mom, Deidre and Imogen, plus two unarmed bodyguards," I kept bailing out the Titanic."Chaz, I am happy we aren't going to miss this one (lunch)," Pamela smiled at her two grandsons."Cáel, are you going to tell your fiancée you've impregnated your aunt?" Chaz was back to being mildly sympathetic to my 'totally fucked-up' life."Yes. I figured Buffy shooting death rays at me from her eyes will garner me enough confusion to get the words out of my mouth without her throwing her drink in my face, slapping me, then storming out," I envisioned.I got no more shit until I reached the garage for my vehicle. There an armed FBI Special Agent Virginia Maddox (did you know when a Federal Agent adds 'Special' to their title it means they have a gun?) stood next to my chariot. She'd drawn the short straw, meaning she had been given the chore of driving today.I found myself wondering when Yasmin would finally finish her orientation. Her training involved some serious mental challenges including a crash course from the FBI at Quantico concerning modern judicial theory & practice as well as whatever pre-Iron Age jurisprudence the Host practiced.Javiera promised me (and Katrina) that she would not-so-subtly remind those scholastically-groomed legal minds that a (couldn't use the word 'Amazon') legal code they followed had existed, with minor tweaking, as a successful social instrument for over 3,000 years. If they truly behaved in a respectful manner, the owners of the code might even show those people the Codex on the original horse-skin, written in Hittite cuneiform.Anyway, everyone assumed I had a good reason for heading to my apartment (aka need to retrieve a sleepy Odette.) Had I repeated 'the Bitch stole my fortune cookies', they might have simply taken me to an Asian-inclined grocery store. As we hit the second story landing, Chaz in the lead, we heard a passel of folks come down toward us from the fourth level.I didn't think there were that many people on the entire floor. Chaz and Pamela each went for their holstered pistol, while keeping them hidden in their jackets. Wiesława, who went for her PDW, backed up so she could fire through the stairs from beneath.Juanita, bless her heart, and Virginia had remained in the S U V because sending in more people would have left us piled into one another. If a firefight did break out, Juanita could bring in some serious hardware to back us up while Virginia called the appropriate authorities before rushing in herself.Around the corner on the third floor landing came a number of women, early/mid-twenties, physically fit, foreign clothes and downcast expressions. A few looked like they were about to cry. They were all in shirts and jeans, with no obvious weapons. Not looking lethal didn't ratchet down Chaz's vigilance. Me? I was instantly reminded how much sex I had been missing."Prince Cáel! You are alive!" spilled out of the first one, a fiery red-head with a billowing, thick mane, porcelain skin and adorable freckles. Her Irish brogue was enchanting. I had to wonder if she cried out in Gaelic during orgasm. Wasn't I about to meet my future bride plus numerous other love interests?She was fit, curvy and wearing an aqua shirt which exposed her midriff with a belly ring bearing a pearl drop, the requisite tattered skin-tight jeans and soft leather calf-boots."Why wouldn't I be alive?" I grinned, like a pirate discovering an all-girls school oceanographic classroom in need of plundering."How do total strangers know how unlikely it is that you would still be alive?" was Chaz's spin on things."We talked with your roommate. He said you had moved to Svalbard where you suffered an excruciating painful, yet richly deserved, death in a lemming stampede," she pouted, "and then the UN had your ashes exiled to Pluto because the Sun was too good for you."9, 10, 11 --12 of them looking, 3 with pale blonde hair that eerily reminded me of my fiancée, another red-head, two russet and five with deep, dark brown, or black hair. They were all fit, fit, fit! With an air of 'I graduated college only to discover: 1) no one was hiring Saline Soil Scientists, or 2) I no longer want to do any of the things I wanted to do when I picked this major. I was familiar with both types.Timothy would have been at work and Odette would have invited the troupe in to regale them with all sorts of tales, which would have included a tour of my bedroom. They clearly had missed Odette so, now I recalled; that particular excuse was one of the ten I had given the guy in 4B should anyone suspicious come calling.I imagine twelve hot, English-as-a-Second-Language girls might be considered, a bit odd. See, his was my address of record. I lied about my actual apartment, so random people who came looking for me went to him instead. This arrangement had been made prior to my understanding of the nature of my employment at Havenstone.I'd neglected, telling him to move out and go far, far away? Poor guy. I'd find a way to make it up to him later."Actually it was a southern vole immigration incident that was set off by the Bulgarian consulate offering repatriation for the first 10,000 applicants," I frowned, clearly traumatized by memory of the incident."These poor southern vole, native to the vacationer-friendly Black Sea resorts, were accidently introduced to the coldest inhabited place in the Northern hemisphere and they've been trying to get home ever since, that would be the equivalent of a century and a half in 'vole-years.""Despite the UN trying to quarantine any news of this Cricetidae catastrophe, I decided to evacuate the six most critically injured vole using a Bortolanza Pluto ultralight, which he must have confused with the UN sending my ashes to Pluto," I explained.Mind you, the 'southern' voles are native to, among other places, Norway, the owner of Svalbard. They were also native to the Bulgarian Black Sea coast so, The Pluto ultra-light, once built in Italy, is now called the 'Puma' and made in Canada, has a maximum range of 675 km, which would leave me crash landing into the Barents Sea, 260 km north of the northernmost airport in Norway, rendering me and my voles so much frozen food."You are an animal rights activist too?" several of the girls gasped. Yes. Yes I was. I was an animal and I was all for me having rights."Please, don't tell anyone about this," I grew serious. "I don't want my philanthropic efforts to be publicized. What I do, I do for the Earth's endangered ecosystems because it is what everyone should do, not because we suddenly feel bad about neglecting it.""E haere koe ki te whai kia nui ai," Pamela snorted. I'd ask her why she knew Maori later, right after I figured why Grandpa knew it."Ko toku mahere whānui," I replied. The girls looked confused."I'm also trying to revitalize endangered languages and revive dead ones. It is more of a hobby than life pursuit," I informed them."You really are a modern-day noble warrior-poet," the red-head leader sighed."Nah. I'm just a guy," I shrugged. "Besides, Ba ch ir fear a bheith ar eolas ag a gn omhais, n  a oidhreacht." (A man should be known by his deeds, not his heritage)."Sa ch s go bhfuil misneach, t  s il agam," she replied using my 'family' motto."Jos on jalot on toivoa,", "Ahol van b tors ga, van rem ny," and "cesaret olduğu yerde umut vardır," all followed. 'Where there is Valor, there is Hope' in Finnish, Hungarian and Turkish. I got the sneaking feeling this wasn't a college field trip gone awry. These chicks were coming at me with a purpose that included more than sexual gratification and a kiss good-bye. Ugh."Thank you," I genuflected, paying honor to their reciting of my personal vow. "Anyway, you appear to be looking for me, but I am afraid I don't know any of you. Taking into account that I have a late lunch date with my fiancée in a half-hour and will be taking notes at a feminist convention at 8, what can I do for you?" I was establishing my escape plan."We have come here to join you," an assertive, dusky-skinned one smiled. I had to think about this. I was a bit tired. Taking all twelve of these girls on in one orgy was currently beyond me. I'd do eight tonight and the last four before breakfast tomorrow. Ah, happy thoughts of the Lacrosse Finals."What exactly do you plan to do with Mr. Nyilas?" Chaz interrupted."We are the (Irish) 'Na conairte soith an   S aghdha ar', (Hungarian) 'A szuka kuty kat Herceg Nyilas', (Turkish) 'Prens ok u Kaltak K pekleri' and (Finnish) 'Narttu koirista prinssi jousimies'," they chorused.Pamela snickered. All of those fancy sounding names were variations on 'the Bitch Hounds of Prince Archer/Nyilas (with the Irish going for O'Shea)."You want to be my bodyguards?" I gawked. Lacking lions, the Irish choice of the 'fur-balls of death' were hounds. Being women technically made them 'bitches'. I had to move fast. Any second now Wiesława was going to figure out these over-anxious non-Amazons were trying to replace her."You do realize I've left piles of dead bodies in my wake, right?" I nearly choked. Pamela slapped me on my back."Of course," they sounded so chipper. Fuck you Internet and 'First Person Shooter' games. This wasn't a fucking game! Trained combatants who joined my retinue met grisly ends and this was their freaking profession!"Can I think about it? I mean, do any of you have any combat experience at all? Attacked someone in anger? Send off a blistering instant message?""Some of us have (combat experience I was assuming). We won't let you down.""You do realize Ms. Dubois is going to kill them, don't you Sir?" Chaz sent me a chilling look."Ms. Dubois?", "who is that?" and "kill us?" floated around."Ms. Dubois is my blood-hungry ferret who wears a 'naughty berserker' human suit to trick the masses.""Three of us have military training," one of the Finns spoke up.By that they meant they had volunteered for military service in their native countries, then left after their first term because they found military life to be boring. On the 'plus' side, all but one had martial arts experience and six of the twelve had been a member of a Gun Club of some kind. Yep, Buffy was going to kill them, all twelve at once by herself."I'll make you a deal," I offered. Chaz was giving me his 'I'm a stone yet clearly unhappy with you' face. "At 7:15 tonight, you will show up at Havenstone. I will sign you in, we'll go upstairs to one of the gyms and then warm up for fifteen minutes. When you are ready, or 7:30 rolls around, we are going to the sparing mats. If I lose, you can stay. If you lose, you will write this off as one of a legion of ideas that look good in print yet are foolish in practice. Do you accept?""How many of us do you have to beat for us to join with you and your Crusade?" the lead Irishwoman asked."All of you. I will fight you all at once. The mat space is quite extensive.""You mean all twelve of us against you at the same time?" one of the Turks blinked in disbelief."Yes. I am not disrespecting you, any of you. You've shown initiative, courage and a spirit of adventure. I found all three to be both admirable and worthy of reward (i.e. I will gladly have sex with you). What I am also telling you is of the three people with me, the only one I can most likely defeat in single combat is her," I motioned to Wiesława, "and I'm only saying that because she is 19 and relatively new to the art of killing."Their eyes flickered to Pamela. Chaz was scary without even trying. Pamela could be threatening, or appear harmless, as she wished."Chaz is a professional military man from a long line of diligent warriors and in a branch of service that requires close contact with hostile individuals, teams, tribes, clans and nations.""The woman behind me is much, much worse. I've met precisely three people who could possibly kill her and I killed one of them. Would you agree, Chaz?""Absolutely," he concurred."We know who you two are," a Finn spoke up. She had a dazzling smile and cleavage that had to obscure her toes when she stood."You do?" Pamela played nice. For once, it was technology biting her in the ass, not me. Yay?"You are Rhingyll lliw Siarl Yfory," the Irish lass looked at Chaz. That was Welsh, and meant Color Sergeant Charles Tomorrow, I imagined his superiors in the British military weren't going to be happy with any of us, him being a 'secret military operator', emphasis on the 'secret'."And you are Sverkhsekretnykh Shpiona Vsemed Svaya," the Turkish girl pointed at Pamela. Pamela snorted. In Russian that meant 'Super-secret Spy Pamela Pile'. Since Pamela in Russia was pronounced 'Pamela' they had gone back to the origin of the name of Pamela, a fictitious 17th English novelist creation using mangled Hellenic, which translated as 'all-honey'.'All-honey' in Russian was Vsemed. Pamela snickered. Oh yeah, those twelve had combed through millions of articles and pictures to figure out who Chaz was and who Pamela claimed to be. Actually, one of my Hungarian admires back when we were all in Eastern Europe had suggested Pamela was a remorseful ex-SMERSH agent turned Princely-sidekick. Pamela jabbed me, the unspoken 'sidekick' thing.(For those who don't know, in Russian SMERSH loosely means 'Death to Spies', it really existed from 1943 to 1946 and was resurrected by Ian Fleming as a foil for James Bond.)"Chaz, since Cáel is, without a doubt, already having a stupendously wretched day, we must insist he inform Addison of all three of these developments, in person. I want to see the look on her face," Pamela plotted with the man who had thrown himself between me and an explosive vest, probably out of some psychic impulse that I would suffer far, far worse later, like in today, within less than 24 hours of said act."Why am I here again today?" I lowered my head and groaned."Are you okay?" a dozen innocent voices cried out."We are here to pick up Odette," Wiesława reminded me."Oh yeah, fortune cookies," I mumbled."Is 'Fortune Cookie' a nickname for one of your other operatives? Many of them are real enigmas. We can't find out anything about her," one of the Hungarians said. Yeah, because SD doesn't have a Facebook page, or Twitter account. Odette, she was protected by a completely unremarkable lifestyle, but I had a feeling that was fading fast."Excuse us," I asserted myself. "I need to get something on the third floor. Chaz began pushing forward while Pamela had my back."What are you doing?" to me and "Hey, is that a gun?" to Chaz, then Wiesława. Pamela was too sneaky to get caught."I'm here to pick up Agent Fortune Cookie then head out to a meeting with some really shady characters and my fiancée," I informed them."Agent Fortune Cookie," Chaz mused. "She's going to love that,""And then," Pamela continued."She is going to want a gun," I groaned.Oh goddess! No! Chaz had joined Pamela and my 'group think'."No, I have not," Chaz corrected me, about my mental ruminations."I've been coaching him," Pamela faux-consoled me. As my new prospective bodyguards parted for my current bodyguards,"Do you have psychic powers?" "Where is your android?" and "Is it true you can have sex up to ten times a day?""Yes, but we can't talk about it," then, "Which one? We have six models," and finishing up with, "Yes, I can have sex up to ten times a day with each session lasting at least an hour, though I do need breaks for food, drink, quiet romantic conversations and showers, cause shower-sex is so damn fun."While they mulled that over, I unlocked my door in time to see a nicely-dressed (as if she was about to go out on an expensive lunch date) Odette spring off the sofa. Looking at the crowd behind me, she blessed me with an incredibly happy smile."Oh cool! Do we really have enough time for an orgy?"I wanted to cry.(A Family FUNction, minus the 'fun' part)My fiancée giving me a congenial and contented look. Good.My fuck-buddy/friend Libra giving me a salacious 'you and me are going to hook up soon' smile while dressed in a red, 'business suite/slinky number' combo with a plunging neckline. I put her invite on my mental day-planner. Fellas, if you can't keep it in your mind, forget about it. Print equals pain, believe me.Brooke had joined the lunch group, sharing a smile and wink with Libra with the secret agreement for a three-way. Sweet! I could do this, hmm, lunch break Friday, yum-yum-yum. She was wearing a beige business suit with slacks, minus the shirt. Only her cunningly cut jacket kept her goodies from exposure.Hana was a saint for putting up with those two, and me.Buffy was studying me with the clear desire to put me in a dog cage for the rest of the week. Technically she had to produce my body for work Monday. As for the hot, sweaty, intense Brooke-Libra-Cáel m nage   trois, Buffy was reading the undercurrents and setting up a breakwater. At least her attire suggested well-paid, successful international assassin. I wondered if I had paid for her clothing as well. I'd given Chaz's wardrobe a serious upgrade courtesy of Pamela faking my signature.The gathering was rounded out by Mom, Imogen and Deirdre. Thank God they all had different hair styles and forms of dress. Mom was in 'casual-durable' attire, Imogen was going with the military-chic and Deirdre's get up was in the same style as Hana.I was pleasantly pleased that Hana had reserved two adjacent tables for what she assumed would be my support network, Pamela, Odette, Chaz, Wiesława and Juanita, plus Imogen's five and her (Hana's) two Illuminati minders. That made me squeezing my twelve newest over-eager admirers into the mix doable, if not comfortable. Better yet, none of the new girls was dressed for a restaurant this exclusive.Hana was quietly amused. Buffy was volcanic. Thankfully she was being a volcano on the mid-Atlantic ocean ridge ~ submerged."Chaz, Pamela, explain," Buffy seethed."I don't work for you," Pamela playfully bantered back, "Sweet-Cheeks.""They are part of a clandestine operation to provide cooperation and assistance from the European Union," I offered up in such a sincere manner. I almost had them. Buffy looked to Chaz who opted to channeled his 'inner- Cáel'."I can neither confirm nor deny their status as operators from four European nations," he nodded.Buffy forked a helpless appetizer shrimp then catapulted at one of my Finns, I thought it was Oili. It bounced off her bosom. She couldn't even claim to not have seen it coming."What?" Oili gasped."Operatives?" Buffy sizzled at me."Prince Cáel," Flannery asked, "why did that strange woman throw a, shrimp at Oili?""It was a hand-eye coordination test," Odette informed her. "Had Oili been a real spy, you would have snatched up a nearby napkin, deflect the item with the napkin and all while drawing down on her. It is what they do all the time. It is pretty neat to watch.""Why use a napkin?" Oili asked Odette while eyeing Buffy in case another decapod was coming her way."You use a napkin because the shrimp might have a contact poison on it," Odette rolled her eyes. "Buffy used a fork to flip it at you. She didn't use her hands, so the possibility existed." Pamela gave Odette an 'atta girl' high five."Prince Cáel?" Brooke giggled. "What have you been up to?""Okay. I got this. Ladies, may I introduce Annikki, Belgin, Berit, Flannery, Gizi, Ilkay, Kato, Neve, Nuray, Oili, Pirkko and Zsuzsi. These fine women have decided to put their productive lives on hold so they can be my bodyguards," I made the introductions."They have volunteered to be, basically the 'Hounds of Prince O'Shea/Nyilas/Archer'. My Hounds, please let me introduce Hana, my fiancée, Brooke, my close friend, Libra, a sweet & sincere childhood acquaintance, my Mother, Sibeal, my O'Shea aunts, Deidre & Imogen and Kalmarasērmi Buffy."Despite the absurdity of the situation and my clear irresponsibility, Buffy let a smile crease her frown. 'Kalmarasērmi' was my term for her in the Amazon language = my Mountaintop."I will volunteer my facilities to train them," Aunt Imogen offered me drolly. She was the primary trainer for all O'Shea guardians/Special Forces."Train us?" a half dozen voices murmured."Yes Child. I am Imogen O'Shea, Cáel is the greatest treasure in my life and I have serious doubts any of you can be anything more than distracting bullet-catchers for my favorite (and only) nephew. It annoys me to think you are yet another walking advertisement showing him to be both big-hearted and soft-headed.""I will offer prayers upon the mounds of my ancestors (lie, her only 'ancestor' refused to stay buried) for Cáel's safety. You should invoke whatever supernatural entity you place faith in to keep Cáel safe as well, because if he gets so much as a scratch defending any one of you, I will exercise my nearly endless knowledge of human pain to make you pay.""Is she Ms. Dubois?" Flannery asked Odette."That would be me," Buffy showered fury their way."Do you really want to kill us?" Neve tried to stare Buffy down."Until ten seconds ago, Yes. Now I want to hand you over to these two," she motioned to Deidre and Imogen with her fork."Prince Cáel, why are they all so hostile?" Flannery requested understanding from me. "We have come here to help you. We have skills. All we are asking if for a chance to prove ourselves to you.""To Us," Buffy snapped. "Cáel's vote doesn't count.""Chill, Buffy," I snapped back. "I'm dealing with this, and your lack of trust is pissing me off.""Buffy," Hana intervened. She placed a hand on Buffy's thigh out of sight, yet not outside of my notice. "When was the last time Cáel failed to take your advice on something life-critical? These young ladies appear to be honest and diligent. If not, Pamela and the Color Sergeant wouldn't have let them come here, or near Odette."If I dated dumber women I would have less explaining (lying) to do, but I'd miss the challenge both inside and outside the bedroom. Hana's deft touch and gentle words calmed Buffy more than anything (outside of a righteous cocking) I could have accomplished. I was suddenly seized with the realization there was a goodly number of Katrina's positive attributes in Hana. How had I missed it?"Marrying you is going to be Hana's first step toward mortal beatification," Brooke teased me. Normally only dead people were made saints."A Servant of, probably not Jehovah. I think everyone at the table can agree she has interacted with supernatural forces," Sibeal hid her joking well."Martyring her hopes of monogamy?" Deidre's fey gaze flickered over the women of note (the women at the main table)."Her Heroic Virtue is Prudence?" Buffy added. Buffy had been Catholic?"Ladies, I'm Lutheran. We don't normally venerate saints. Joking aside, I was given a reason to believe this lunch date was important on a social level between myself and my fianc . Food would be nice too."Brooke and Libra's presence regulated Pamela and Chaz to an adjacent table. A waiter slipped in, took my order, I decided to forgo an appetizer because I was late, then the conversation began."Hana, this is my Mother, Sibeal Nyilas. Imogen and Deidre are my family from Ireland," I made the introductions, most definitely unnecessarily. I was buying time to get a better read on the women around me."I know," Hana showered me with mature compassion."Get to it, damn you," Buffy huffed."Wow, I'm thinking of the best way to tell you this," I barely could meet Hana's eyes."I am pregnant with your fianc 's child," Imogen cut to the chase. What she said was delivered on purpose. Imogen wasn't as socially maladjusted as Rachel. The fewer women in my life, the easier the O'Shea would have roping me in. Imogen's words were meant to hurt Hana and drive a wedge between us."You too?" Hana's sad eyes studied Imogen. She hid her anger-disappointment-disgust well. In this crowd her efforts to obfuscate her feeling only worked on Libra and Brooke. Those two ladies were less astute at concealing their surprise."She's your aunt, right?" Libra's look settled on me instead of a blatant Imogen, or a pained Hana."No," Mom answered for me. "My sisters and I were born sterile. It is impossible that our paternal heritage has been passed along. Whatever Imogen's maternal contribution was, it is not from our DNA. My sister does have a child inside her, Havenstone verified it and will have the precise genetic make-up within 24 hours," she persisted (lying)."If Cáel has a failing, it is that he was seduced by my sisters who played upon his very confusing Mother-Son relationship. I faked my death when he was seven. I 'died' in a quite painful manner and he had to watch helplessly as he witnessed me wasting away. I did such a horrible thing to a young boy because the people who were hunting me down, the two O'Shea before you and the nine who aren't here, would have used numerous means of torture to verify my death."(Until they realized 'what' I was. Then my imprisonment would have begun)"My wonderful husband would have died without giving them the truth. It was too much to ask of our son. For fifteen years he believed me dead. He learned the truth at his Father's funeral. I believe every woman at this table knows my son doesn't handle emotional pain well.""Imogen's statement was a thinly-veiled stab at Hana's heart and a kick to my son's sense of responsibility to both Hana and his unborn child. How could this not hurt Hana? How could Cáel possibly respond, torn between the woman who has already sacrificed so much of her happiness for a man barely aware of his own maturity, and the woman bringing his child into the world?""Good one, Imogen. Those two are better than you, or I. By all means, make a mockery of my son, your nephew, who has pledged to fight for your life when he should clearly walk away and let the rest of you die. He asks nothing of you yet you feel no remorse at sullying his happiness.""There are ten good reasons for you getting up and walking out of here intact right now. There are six better reasons for making you pay for your cruelty," she threatened."Ten?" Brooke whispered."The sisters' five bodyguards, the two body guards they gifted me with, Deidre, Imogen and Cáel. You don't think he would let the woman bearing his child take a beating, do you Brooke?" Hana enlightened her."No.""The Six?" Libra scanned the room."My other two bodyguards won't act unless I am directly threatened. They won't be out to hurt anyone. If anyone tries to hurt me, they will jump straight to the making them dead option. The 'Six' are Buffy, Pamela, Chaz, Juanita, Special Agent Maddox and Sibeal.""We'd help," Libra insisted. Brooke was onboard with that proclamation."No," came forth from Hana, Mom and me."Brooke and Libra; you two, Odette, the other twelve and the wait staff will only confuse the issue. My sisters and their soldiers will use you and the rest to distract Cáel. Except for Ms. Maddox, the rest won't give a fuck so your best bet is to hit the deck and let the professionals deal with things," Mom clarified."Brooke, Libra, this is a wacko chicks with guns moment," I put things in perspective."Hana?" Libra put a hand on Hana's shoulder."Don't mind me," she patted Libra's hand. "I'm diving for cover and not getting up until you, Brooke, Cáel, or Buffy tell me to get up. Sorry Sibeal, but I don't know you that well yet.""I understand," Mom agreed.To punctuate the awkwardness of the moment, Aisha (the Arabic swimsuit model) and three other SD ladies waltzed into the place and took a table. When the maytre dee tried to impede them, Aisha threatened to exterminate his entire extended family with a look alone. Been there, done that, and the maytre dee was nowhere close to being in my league.I had to think that through. Had Buffy called them, the SD would have been here before I arrived. Pamela was a possibility, except the SD still hated her over Constanza's maiming. If she told them my life 'was' in danger, they would still show up. My life wasn't in danger and Pamela wouldn't yank their chain.It had to be Juanita. The head of my bodyguard telling Elsa that I was in an exposed position with 9 armed Illuminati would have elicited this level of response. Pamela prodded Odette. Odette had a 'what do you want me to do' non-verbal exchange with Pamela then got up and went over to Aisha.Odette even remembered to navigate the room in such a manner Aisha and her team could keep an uninterrupted view of the threat. Pamela and Chaz's lessons were paying off. They weren't training her in the lethal arts. They were showing her how to not be an obstacle, which was better, given our current circumstances."Hana, don't hate Imogen. The only parent she's ever known was Granddad," I returned my attention to the crisis at hand."Oh, I'm sorry," Hana sent sympathetic waves Imogen's way. If there was a hint of 'you bitch' hidden within those words, none of us would admit it."Yes, yes," Imogen smiled back. "Father was a real troll.""That's not true," Hana responded. "I've met him and he has always been very nice to me. It was easy for me to look past the nations of dead he's murdered, his propensity to rape his daughters and his plans to destroy my Cáel.""I don't hold you to blame for not protecting Cáel more than you have. He's a handful and reminds you of your Father, the mass-murdering rapist. And Imogen, don't try to hurt Cáel using me again, you Bitch. I'm not a part of your circus. That doesn't render me powerless. I love more than I hate. I count a person great by the lives they save, not those they take. Where there is Valor, there is Hope and my fianc  has both in spades. Do we understand one another?""Proving you are smarter than Ms. Sievert is not something which equates to being a threat," Deidre countered."Cáel, why aren't you saying something?" Brooke whispered to me."Because he knows better," Mom grinned. "This is a battle Hana has to win, or lose, on her own.""Cáel has plenty of women willing to go behind his back and kill people, Brooke. Now, if Hana asks for such a favor, we know it is not over some petty bullshit," rolled menacingly forth from Buffy as her feral countenance made a few of the Illuminati at the next table nervous."That won't be necessary," I broke up the tension. "We are as dysfunctional a family as they come, but we are family and we will all treat one another as such by the standards of the only one who matters. Clear?""You?" Deidre soothed me."No. Ferko Nyilas', my Father and the best man I've ever known. He taught me to never make excuses for your own behavior. Surrendering our control over our lives is a cop-out. If you want to continue acting like the creepy-ass bitch daughters of Cáel O'Shea, so be it. That is your choice to make. I care for you.""I care enough for you to fight Granddad over your futures. I hope all of you know I mean what I say. Whatever you decide to do, no matter how you act, I will always love you. I've made my choices and I am going to hold you responsible for yours. Let's eat lunch. It has been a rough fucking day and it isn't over yet."If there was ever any doubt, I destroyed those twelve hopeful bodyguards on the mats. They possessed neither the skill nor the savagery necessary in a warrior culture. We Amazons didn't recoil from pain. Our sisters' lives were on the line. That was why you practiced no-holds-barred fighting with, or without, weapons."We can learn," the lead Finn protested. The rest were getting over the physical and spiritual pain of being so easily beaten."My normal bodyguards go through three years of intense 24/7 training. Being a member of that elite body means you train in all forms of weapons as well as hand-to-hand combat techniques.""Once you've mastered the core physical and skill baseline requirements, and this core training never stops, no point is considered 'good enough', you begin learning at least two specialties. Those are disciplines such as close-protection, sniping, small unit tactics, infiltration, battlefield medicine, electronics, computing, communication systems, linguistics and 'training' expertise.""In my current team, the ones who fought at my side in Hungry and Romania, all have three specialties. Discounting their regimen since the age of five, each had been on the job in a professional capacity at least six years. The leader had eleven years in.""Finally, when you are at that level of excellence, you need a specific mindset. What you need to do is think why you shouldn't kill someone, not if you should. If there is any doubt, you strike. If you hesitate, someone close to you might be killed, not just me.""Look around you. If you aren't ready to kill for any of your companions, you will never cut it. Now, I'm going to have you shown out. I will have taxis take you back to your hotel. Think about it. Seriously, think about dedicating yourself to more than some stranger you've met on the internet.""You will be dedicating yourself to the other elven women in your group, to the death. That is the level of spiritual dedication it takes to be at my side. Go, take a rest, talk it over, search your souls. Call me if any of you want to continue and we can have lunch Sunday and make plans. Questions?""Do the other women around you do this, make those choices?" one of the Turkish women frowned while nursing a bruised jaw."No. They have it worse. They have thrown their old lives away, never to return. Each and every one has either murdered a human being, or attempted to, before they are even considered for the task.""Under normal circumstances, we wouldn't be having his conversation. You would never be given the chance. You are woefully unqualified in every way except spirit. Your willingness to cross the Atlantic to make your offers resonates with me, so I am both warning you this is horrible, horrible path you are taking and I am explaining precisely how slender any of your chances are of accomplishing your goals.""I, I don't know," whispered one of the Hungarian lasses."At the Seven Skulls, I led three such women into combat (Rachel, Charlotte and Saku) against a group of warriors who were fighting free of 500 elite Romanian Mountain Troops. Of the Romanians, nearly 200 were either dead, or wounded. The FBI Special Agent we took with us was badly wounded."One of the three was killed, a head shot, and the remainder left her body where she had fallen because the enemy were still out there and they had to protect me. The world will not bend to your sensitivities. Life around me is exceedingly dangerous and unforgiving," I finished.No immediate consensus united them. Fear and disbelief were the major vibes I was picking up. None of them were angry, insulted, or overly terrified."Time for you to go," Buffy concluded our meeting. "Tigger Maeve and Dora Farānak, would you please see Cáel's guests to the lobby." A new pleasure of Buffy's was using the House names of the Full-bloods she interacted with.I have taken a few mystic liberties:Maeve was a Celtic War Goddess ~ the Enslaver of Men.Farānak was a Scythian Goddess also known as the Lynx Goddess and the Silent Huntress.As for the other new hires:Daphne was, as explained earlier, of House Cotyttia (Thracian Goddess of Sex, War and Slaughter)Fabiola was of House Minerva (Roman Goddess of War & Strategy)Violet Maza was in House Oshun, the Yoruba Goddess of Love, Sexuality, Beauty and Diplomacy; Lady of the Orisha ~ life spirits.Paula Wadena was of House Cybele (Phrygian Earth Mother, Guardian of the Lion Throne)}They were dismissed and smart enough to know that was the best possible answer to their current predicament, learning your romantic adventure was actually a gory supernatural battle for survival. A growing number of Isharans had been gathering while I dealt with the wannabes. A few were amused, perhaps even understanding, of my actions.Soon enough, using her position as Record Keeper of House Ishara, Helena cajoled the other Amazons into giving us peace and quiet. Not all left. Watching a jury-rigged House Ishara work through its business in a semi-public setting was an event both unlooked for and possibly enlightening.For this gathering, we had 122 of the 159 members. The missing members were not close enough, or were providing a critical function that wouldn't allow them to be in New York on this night."Sisters, a moment of personal prayer for each of us to seek guidance from our Ancestors as we seek to continue their legacy," I intoned softly, calling the meeting to order.I had barely opened my eyes, failing to get any inspiration from Yakko, when the struggle began."Why are we including them in a House Ishara meeting?" Madori pointed out the three 'new hires' who were sticking around."Memasant (Amazon for to speak true)," I answered her. Since Daphne, Paula and Violet had clearly been sitting among us before the meeting began, I gave Buffy a disappointing frown. "Ishara respects these three for teaching the rest of you the Amazon language so that we can teach it to others, thus all of you becoming able to engage all our sisters in our native tongue.""I doubt any other House would extend this honor to others. Thankfully, we are not like any other House. We know better. We have all been outsiders. We aren't a 'normal' House and I am working toward us never being one. We have to be kind and just when necessary, and forgive when it is what the Host needs.""We will do this because we Isharans alone will decide on the prestige of our sisters. If the other Houses make an issue of it, who cares? None of them have made the sacrifices necessary to be Isharans. I know that you have not all gathered here tonight to hear me pontificate. Who wants to be first?""Will you accept a challenge?" Madori stood up. We had spread out in a ring, two Amazons deep, along the edges of the mats. I had never sat down."Put forth your complaint," I responded."You emphasize duties other than that of a House Head. You don't take the time to show up at initiation ceremonies. In essence, you ignore your sisters to advance your own prestige.""Yes, I am not showing up at the initiation ceremonies.""Yes, I prioritize other activities over running the day-to-day operations of our House.""Yes, you are utterly ignoring the two Amazons sitting at either side of me. I chose Buffy Ishara and Helena Ishara to lead this House because I knew I would have others issues coming up in my life concerning the Host.""Buffy, are you challenging me?""No, Wakko Ishara," she responded angrily. She wasn't angry with me. She had chosen the majority of the assembly and they were turning on me, thus her."Helena, are you challenging me?""No Wakko Ishara. I am intimately familiar with your work and the dangers you constantly confront for the greater Host," she answered in an equally hostile tone."Now that the issue of relevance has been dealt with, I will accept any challenge from any of you selfish, bigoted, power-hungry cunts who wish to put your own self-interest above that of our House. By all means, stumble over one another for the top spot," I mocked them. I'd played nice. No more.It was telling that my classification of any challenger was completely ignored. Madori and five supporters stood. In theory, challenges were the rare 1-on-1 Amazon experience. Another Amazon, Arianne, stood with another supporter."Cool beans," I nodded.I backed up, stepped off the mats and picked up the four axes I had pre-prepared. Back on the mat I went past my handful of supporters, brandished two weapons and advanced a quarter way onto the sparring area. The mass of my opponents muttered in confusion and resentment."Ishara, we have not trained in archaic weapons. Most of our facilities never had then," Madori protested."Amazons don't play fair," I glared. Several migrated to the walls to pick out whatever looked the least daunting. Buffy, Helena, Marsha, Daphne Cotyttia, Violet Oshun and Paula Cybele did likewise."Is this how you want to answer a challenge for leadership?" Madori glowered. "Cheating, utilizing a clear advantage in a farce of equality and justice?""No. Please step back and call every member of JIKIT," my eyes narrowed. "How about this, call the Amazon's contact with the Earth & Sky? Can't do that either? How about convince the 9 Clans to help us pursue a House obligation?""You duties as Chief Diplomat are not that of Isharan House Head and actually make you less of a House Head," she countered. She had chosen a short spear, using it two-handed. And that made Katrina what precisely?"I should fucking kill you," Buffy snarled."Madori Ishara, Dot-Ishara is not the Goddess of Scrabble. She is not the Goddess of," and Madori tried to catch me flat-footed with a spear-thrust. I was appalled at how easy I dealt with her. My right axe diverted her spear enough so when I twisted my stance, she missed. I placed the head of my left axe on her shoulder, blade against her throat."Madori, you lose. Sit back down and contemplate that you were beaten by a 22 year old man," I seethed. There was no 'you didn't give me a chance' bullshit. She had struggled for advancement in the Amazon way. Such people weren't crybabies. "Next."Arianne approached me with a shield and short sword. My read on the situation was she was going to use acrobatics to compensate for my superior reach. I readied myself."I don't suppose you would accept a suggestion we fight unarmed?" she put out there. I took two steps toward her then dropped my axes."I trust you," I looked down at her. I could see the 'oh, fuck me' written all over her face. The unfairness had been tossed in her lap. She put the point of her leaf-shaped blade under the left side of my ribcage, close to my kidney."Yield.""Never.""Yield, or I will kill you."I took a quarter-inch penetration when I clamped down on her right wrist and slammed my elbow into her face. A quick exchange of footwork ended up with both of us on the mat, Arianne on her back, sword pinned to the mat and her shield trapped between us. Head-butt followed head-butt until she was unresponsive.I stood up, blood oozing down my side."Water!" I barked. A bottled water was rolled my way. Three more Amazons were sizing me up. This challenge phase was far from over. I splashed water down on Arianne's face until she sputtered into wakefulness."Pathetic," I sneered at her. "This House is worth any and all of our lives. If you were the best candidate to lead this house and I refused to yield, then why did you spare me? Not only could you not kill me when you clearly could, you failed to do so even when it became an unequal contest of arms."Arianne was shamed and furious. I was treating her like a presumptuous, outsider woman."I'm feeling particularly generous in victory, Arianne, don't you dare stand up," I growled when she tried. "I will not kill you for your disrespect. I will not exile you from our House because doing so would show both of us failing to grasp one of the key principles of our People, learn. Learn and keep learning. A loss is nothing more than a temporary setback. Learn, don't repeat the same mistake twice and never stop striving for success until you take yourself to the cliffs."One of the two newes

Ezgi Hoşcan ile yaratıcılık ve yaratıcı olma süreçleri üzerine konuştuk. Bölümde yaratıcılık tanımından, bizi sınırlayan tanımlamalara, herkesin yaratıcı olmasından, kendimize körlüğü, farklı ve yaratıcı gelen işlerin basitliğinden ilişkilerin karmaşıklığına değinen bir sohbeti bulacaksınız. "Zamanın ruhunu yakalayamıyorsan, yaratıcılıktan bahsedebilir miyiz? Yorumlarınızı @kupelicagri ve @ezgihoscan hesaplarımızı etiketleyerek bizle paylaşmayı unutmayın. -- Bölüm akışı: (01:00) Yaratıcıyım diyebiliyor musun? (4:00) Yaratıcılık başkaları tarafından mı verilir? (7:20) “Tanımlamak bir şey söylemek onu öldürmek gibi geliyor.” (8:50) Ezgi için yaratıcı kişiler kimler? (10:40) Yaratıcılık ile fast fashion kültürü (12:20) Kendi alanını yaratmak (15:25) Yaratıcılığın en büyük düşmanı (18:40) “Sen bir sonraki nesile geçip geçemeyeceğin şans ve görmeyeceksin” (19:50) İlişkilerde de yaratıcı olmak zamanın ruhu (22:50) Yeni nesil komedi dizileri: Ayak İşleri, Gibi, Karşılaşmalar, Var Bunlar, Prens ... (24:00) Ezgi Hoşcan hesabını yaratırken yaratıcılığı nasıl kullandı (26:20) Yaratıcı olmak ile şansın var etkisi var (27:30) Oyuna dahil olmak zorundasın (33:40) Kamyon arkası yazılar

Fırat Neziroğlu, kendi dokuma tekniğiyle Türkiye'de ve dünyada bir yere gelen, tezlere konu olan, "kralların, kraliçelerin portrelerini dokuyan" biri. Bir sanatçı. Ama aynı zamanda hakkını vere vere dansçı, akademisyen ve eğitimci.Şahane bir Nasıl Olunur hikâyesi... Hem insan hikâyesi olarak çok derin-katmanlı, hem de özellikle Türkiye'nin dokumalarına-kumaşlarına dair çok şey öğreneceğiniz bir bölüm. MS ve parkinson hastalarının ya da hasta yakınlarının da ilgisini çekeceğini düşündüğüm bir yanı var...Önce dansçı, sonra akademisyen olan Neziroğlu, 12 yılın ardından iş yerinde gördüğü psikolojik baskıların sonunda kendi yöntemiyle tarihin en enteresan istifa mektuplarından birini veriyor; mobbing yapanları bir tuvalet paravanı arkasında, alttan giysileri görünür şekilde tablolara dokuyan Fırat, bir sergi hazırlıyor. Aynı zamanda istifası olan sergi davetiyesinde de arkadan kendisini dokuduğu "İşeyen Fırat" adlı eseri var... Bu sergi ve eser ona sanat dünyasının kapılarını açıyor ve Fırat'ın o eseri Sotheby's Christie's gibi müzayede evlerinde satılıyor.Sonrasında onlarca hikaye; sergiler, ağır bir hastalık, onu atlatma evresi, yurtdışına açılma, kumaş-dokumaya tutku, köy köy geziler, Türkiye'nin muhteşem dokulamarı ve kumaşlarını tanırken ilginç birliktelikler, yine dans, Küçük Prens'ten Müzeyyen Senar'a ilişkiler, parkinson ve MS hastalığına dokumanın etkisi... Dolu dolu, çok güzel, bol kahkahalı şahane bir bölüm...Fırat ve Tarçın ile çektiğimiz bu bölümün dakikasını kaçırmamanızı dilerim... Gazeteci#Journalist ~ #Art- #Food- #Travel lover ~ #EnthusiastBooks:

The Sunday Times'ın geleneksel “Birleşik Krallığın En Zengin İnsanları” listesine göre Mister Akın İpek 79.sırada yer alıyor. Londra'da yaşayan FETÖ'cü kaçak İpek, 2023'ün listesinde 280.sırada iken… -2024'te, tam 201 sıra birden yükselerek 79'unculuğa terfi etmiş! *** -İngiltere Başbakanı Rishi Sunak, listede ancak 245. sırada… -Kral “Üçüncü Charles” bile 258. yahu! *** The Sunday Times'a göre… Akın İpek ve ailesinin serveti, bir yılda 514 milyon sterlinden 2 milyar 185 milyon sterline yükselmiş… -Yani, dörde katlanmış! *** “Hocaefendi'nin bir gülüşüne, tüm malımı feda ederim!” diyen Mister İpek'ten bahsediyoruz… Yargıtay, 3. Ceza Dairesi 15 Nisan 2023 tarihinde İpek Ailesi'ne ait bütün şirketlere ve mal varlıklarına “el konulması” kararını onamıştı.

Küçük Prens'in hikayesi eşliğinde bir kahve bölümü

Hz. Ebû Bekir'in vefatından ve Hz. Ömer'in görevini üstlenmesinden sonra Ömer (r.a.) prensibini ve nasıl bir idare yolu tutacağını açıklayan bir konuşma yaptı. “Bana ulaşan bilgilere göre insanlar benim şiddetli oluşumdan ürkmüş, katı oluşumdan korkmuşlar ve şöyle söylüyorlarmış: “Allâh'ın Resûlü sağ iken bile şiddetli davranıyordu. Resûlullâh (s.a.v.)'in halifesi Ebû Bekir (r.a.) sağ iken de öyle idi. Şimdi idareyi eline geçirince nasıl davranacak?” Ben böyle söyleyenlere derim ki: “Resûlullâh (s.a.v.)'in sağlığında ben onun hizmetçisi ve kölesi idim. Yumuşaklık ve merhamette onun sahip olduğu özelliğe kimse yaklaşamazdı. Ben onun sıyrılmış kılıcı idim. Resûlullâh (s.a.v.) kılıcını ya kınına sokar, ya da serbest bırakırdı. Ben de gerekeni uygulardım. Sonra Hz. Ebû Bekir (r.a.) halifelik görevini üstlendi. O öyle bir kimse idi ki, hiçbir kimse onun yumuşaklığını ve sakin yapısını inkâr edemez. Ben onun da hizmetçisi ve yardımcısı idim. Onun yumuşaklığı ile benim şiddetimi birleştirdim. Ben onun da sıyrılmış kılıcı idim. O da kılıcını yakınına sokar, ya da serbest bırakırdı. Ben de gerekeni uygulardım. Ey insanlar! Şimdi ben sizi yönetmek üzere iş başına gelmiş bulunuyorum. Bilesiniz ki benim uygulamalarımdaki şiddet daha da artmıştır. Fakat bu şiddetim müslümanlara saldırgan ve zâlimce davrananlara olacaktır. Sulh ve selâmet içerisinde olanlara gelince; ben, onların birbirlerine karşı olan yumuşaklığından daha çok yumuşağım. Hiçbir kimsenin bir başkasına zulmetmesine veya saldırmasına asla meydan vermem. Zâlimin veya saldırganın yanağını yere sürter, ayağımla diğer yanağına basarım. Tâ hakka dönünceye kadar... Hak ve adâlet üzere olanlara gelince; onlara olan sevgim ve onlara verdiğim değerden dolayı ben, yanağımı onlar için yere koyarım.” (Muhammed Mütevelli Şaravî, Cennetle Müjdelenen On Sahâbî, s.54)

La revolta de les fam

La revolta de les fam

Bu masallar yapay zekaya yazdırılıp seslendirilmiştir. Siz de ücretsiz olarak bir çocuğa özel masal yazdırın: https://cagrisarigoz.com/masal Read More

Machiavelli, iktidar gücünü miktarı asla değişmeyen bir pastaya benzetir. Buna göre herhangi bir kişi, sahip olduğu iktidar gücünü ne kadar arttırırsa, muhaliflerin ve diğer kişilerin gücü de aynı ölçüde azalacaktır. Yani iktidar miktarı asla değişmeyecek; ancak bu miktarın payı her zaman değişecektir. İktidar mücadelesi veren tüm siyasal aktörler, Machiavelli'ye göre kuşku içinde hareket eder. Her insanın özünde kötülük bulunduğu için, siyasetçiler hiç kimseye güvenmemelidir. Böylece tüm siyasetçiler hem etraflarına güvenmezler hem de etraflarındaki kişiler için güvenilmez bireylere dönüşürler. Ancak yetenekli siyasetçiler, bu kuşku ve güvenilmezlik hâlini saklamaya çalışır. Ancak eninde sonunda güvenilmezliğini ortaya çıkartır. Machiavelli 1500'lü yıllarda yaşayan devlet adamı, askerî stratejist, şair ve oyun yazarı Floransalı düşünür, İtalyan Rönesans hareketinin en önemli figürlerinden. En ünlü eseri Prens'te, politik yazın tarihinde ilk kez iktidarın alınışı ve korunması gibi bir sorunu dinsel ya da ahlaki kaygıları dikkate almaksızın kendinde bir amaç olarak incelemiş. “Makyavelizm” terimi bir düşünce sisteminden çok bugün “amaç için her yolu mübah gören” politikacının tutumunu anlatan suçlayıcı bir sıfat haline dönüşmüştür. Bu kafaya sahip siyasetçiler kutsallaştırdıkları devleti korumak için her türlü cinayeti meşru görürler. Ve bu anlayış sadece ABD ve israile mahsus değildir.  Bugün gazzede yaşanan soykırım yukarıdan baktığında ekonomik bir çıkar savaşı olarak görünmüyor. Bu israilin Gazze'de toprakları işgal etme girişimi de değildir. Sivil katliam artık bölgesel bir sorun olmaktan çıkmıştır. İsrailin kural tanımazlığı artık dünyanın çözmesi gereken bir sorunudur. Bu katliamdan sonra yapılacak hiçbir barış bölgenin sorunlarını çözmeyecek, cinayetleri meşrulaştıracaktır. Tek çözüm; Bölgede bağımsız bir Filistin devletinin tanınmasıdır.  İsrail terörü neden dünyanın sorunudur? Çünkü İsrail bölgede barış istemiyor. İsraile destek veren ABD'de barış istemiyor. Siyonizme hizmet veren şirketler de barış istemiyor. “Bu topraklar bizim siz de bize hizmet etmek için yaratılan kölelersiniz” diyorlar. Zihniyetleri bu.  Ekonomik menfaatlerinden endişe eden hiçbir şirket israile açıktan destek vermez, veriyorsa kutsal bir hedefi vardır. Yani zarar etmeyi göze aldıracak kadar büyük kutsal bir hedef. Kutsal hedef; Dünyanın yahudiler için yaratıldığına inanmak ve dünya düzenini değiştirmektir. Müşterilerinin en az yarısı Müslüman kimlikli olan küresel şirketler müşteri kaybından, tepkisinden korkmadan İsrailin çocukları öldürmesine açıktan ekonomik destek veriyorsa bu soykırım dünyada insanlığa karşı açılmış bir savaşın ilanıdır. Bu savaşın karşı tarafı sadece Müslümanlar değil, insanım diyen herkestir. Çünkü insanlığa karşı işlenen batılı devletlerin destek verdiği, halkları isyan ettiren aleni bir suç vardır ortada.

Youtube'dan İzleyebilirsiniz : https://youtu.be/ySpR6kitw7w

Evvel zamanda, ülkenin birinde tek oğlu olan bir kral varmış. Kral oğluna o kadar düşkünmüş ki, onun bir dediğini iki ettirmezmiş. Bu yüzden de çok şımarık büyümüş. Derslere gitmezmiş. Aynı zamanda acımasız ve de zalim biriymiş. Halk da bu yüzden O'nu sevmezmiş. O kadar ki, halk Prens'e karşı ayaklanmış. Bunun üzerine kral üç yargıç görevlendirip Prens hakkında bilgi toplamalarını emretmiş...

Düşündüğü, hayal ettiği, gözünde canlandırdığı, içinden geçirdiği her şeyin ama her şeyin mümkün olduğuna olan güveni yolda bir yerde kaybediyor insan… Sahi, ne isterse o olabileceğine inanan o küçük süper kahramanlar nerede şimdi?   Kitabım Kalbin Arkası https://www.kitapyurdu.com/kitap/kalbin-arkasi/589323.html Bana ulaşın @gizemdemirel Salus www.salusmental.com Indirim kodu: 4A4GB5      

Prof. Dr. Michael Kuyucu Müzik Habercisi'nde, Prens Harry'nin Spotify ile nasıl bir sözleşme imzaladığını anlatıyor.

Nesillerdir anlamını yitirmeyen, yetişkinler için yeri çok özel olan bir eserdir Küçük Prens… Ailemizin bize ilk okuduğu öykü, okumayı öğrendikten sonra yeniden severek okuduğumuz bu hikayeye biraz daha yakından göz atalım! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mitolojik-hikayeler00/message

Çok eski zamanlarda, çok uzaklarda, Kral ile Kraliçe yaşarlarmış. Kral ve Kraliçe'nin bir erkek bebekleri olmuş. Kral söz vermiş. Prens 10 yaşına geldiğinde tahtı O'na bırakacakmış. Prens günden güne büyüyor, değişiyor; ancak bir huyu var ki o hiç değişmiyormuş. Banyo yapmayı hiç sevmiyormuş. Yıllar geçmiş, Prens 10 yaşına gelmiş. Kral, sözünü tutmuş ve tahtı Prens'e bırakmış. Gelin görün ki, Prens tahta çıkar çıkmaz bundan böyle banyo yapmayacağını açıklamış...

Charles, organik ve yerel beslenmeyi ön plana çıkaran, İngiliz yemek kültürünü, yerel ürünlerini destekleyen tavrıyla biliniyor. Geçmişte, İngiliz mutfak kültürü denince biraz dalga geçilen bir durum söz konusuydu. Prens buna karşı öncü bir rol üstlenip, kraliyet arazilerindeki ürünlerle Duchy Originals adıyla organik bir marka da yaratmıştı. Taç giyme töreni için seçtiği "ıspanaklı kiş" (Coronation Quiche) bir önceki taç giyme yemeği kadar popüler olur mu bilinmez. Tuzlu bir turta hamuru içinde sebze olarak ıspanak ve taze iç bakla kullanılmış, taze tarhun otu ile tatlandırılmış, üzerine de bol peynir konmuş. Sıcak veya soğuk olarak yenilebiliyor. Yapımı çok zor olmasa bile dikkat edilmesi gereken püf noktaları var.

Charles, organik ve yerel beslenmeyi ön plana çıkaran, İngiliz yemek kültürünü, yerel ürünlerini destekleyen tavrıyla biliniyor. Geçmişte, İngiliz mutfak kültürü denince biraz dalga geçilen bir durum söz konusuydu. Prens buna karşı öncü bir rol üstlenip, kraliyet arazilerindeki ürünlerle Duchy Originals adıyla organik bir marka da yaratmıştı. Taç giyme töreni için seçtiği "ıspanaklı kiş" (Coronation Quiche) bir önceki taç giyme yemeği kadar popüler olur mu bilinmez. Tuzlu bir turta hamuru içinde sebze olarak ıspanak ve taze iç bakla kullanılmış, taze tarhun otu ile tatlandırılmış, üzerine de bol peynir konmuş. Sıcak veya soğuk olarak yenilebiliyor. Yapımı çok zor olmasa bile dikkat edilmesi gereken püf noktaları var.

Nesillerdir anlamını yitirmeyen, yetişkinler için yeri çok özel olan bir eserdir Küçük Prens… Ailemizin bize ilk okuduğu öykü, okumayı öğrendikten sonra yeniden severek okuduğumuz bu hikayeye biraz daha yakından göz atalım! YOUTUBE ▀ Atlantis'in Hikayeleri► https://www.youtube.com/@atlantisin.hikayeleri Mitolojik Hikayeler► https://www.youtube.com/@mitolojikhikayeler SOSYAL MEDYA BAĞLANTILARIMIZ ▀ Instagram► atlantisin.hikayeleri Resmi İnternet sitesi► www.mitolojikhikayelerim.com Eski çağların bilgeliğine doğru açılan bu kadim yolculukta anlatacaklarıma kulak verin dostlarım! Bendeniz mütevazi anlatıcınız Atlantis...   Bu yolculuk sırasında Jung'ın felsefi görüşleri ışığında bilinçaltının semboliklerini inceleyecek, kahramanın yolculuğuna eşlik edecek ve ilk yaratım öykülerini dinleyeceğiz... Tarot kartlarının anlamlarını gelecek okumalarımızla harmanlamayı, Göklerdeki gezegenlerin Astrolojide ve elbette doğum haritalarımızdaki yerine değineceğiz. Elbette anlatıcınız olarak Kayıp Kıta Atlantis'in kadim bilgeliğini aktarmaya gayret edeceğim. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mitolojik-hikayeler00/message

Türkiye'nin önde gelen İngiliz Kraliyet ailesi uzmanlarından Hüsna Gültekin ve klinik psikolog Pınar Or'un katıldığı bu bölümde Prens Harry ve eşi Meghan Markle'ın bilinçaltına bir yolculuk yapıyoruz. Kara yılan Meghan, hanımcı Harry ve İngiliz Kraliyet Ailesine dair bilmek istediğiniz herşey bu bölümde.

Milli maç arasından dopdolu bir Diyojen'le döndük. Nicolo Zaniolo, Simge Sağın, Jorge Jesus, Şenol Güneş, Erik ten Hag, Fernando Torres, Shaq, Hulk, Gavi ve daha fazlası… / Editing: Emre Ceylan  Turgut'un Twitch yayınlarını takip etmek için: https://www.twitch.tv/turgutuc  7 Nisan'daki Balon Haber Ajansı Live etkinliğine bilet almak için: https://biletino.com/tr/e-lyz/balon-haber-ajansi-live/ 

Hediye Levent, hem tarihi yazan hem de hikayeleri ile tarihe geçen casusları ve casusluk hikayelerini anlatıyor. Orta Doğu'nun kaderini değiştiren casuslar ve casusluk faaliyetleri serisinin 6.ıncı bölümündeyiz..  Kızıl Prensi ve hikayesini duydunuz mu? Ya da gerçek adıyla Ali Hasan Salameh'i? Muhtemelen Orta Doğu'nun ve Filistin direnişinin gördüğü en çarpıcı, zıtlıkları bünyesinde barındıran isim!

Nesillerdir anlamını yitirmeyen, yetişkinler için yeri çok özel olan bir eserdir Küçük Prens… Ailemizin bize ilk okuduğu öykü, okumayı öğrendikten sonra yeniden severek okuduğumuz bir eserdir. Hikayeye biraz daha yakından göz atalım! YOUTUBE ▀ Atlantis'in Hikayeleri► https://www.youtube.com/@atlantisin.hikayeleri Mitolojik Hikayeler► https://www.youtube.com/@mitolojikhikayeler SOSYAL MEDYA BAĞLANTILARIMIZ ▀ Instagram► atlantisin.hikayeleri Twitter► @astro_tarology Resmi İnternet sitesi► www.mitolojikhikayelerim.com Eski çağların bilgeliğine doğru açılan bu kadim yolculukta anlatacaklarıma kulak verin dostlarım! Bendeniz mütevazi anlatıcınız Atlantis...  Bu yolculuk sırasında Jung'ın felsefi görüşleri ışığında bilinçaltının semboliklerini inceleyecek, kahramanın yolculuğuna eşlik edecek ve ilk yaratım öykülerini dinleyeceğiz... Tarot kartlarının anlamlarını gelecek okumalarımızla harmanlamayı, Göklerdeki gezegenlerin Astrolojide ve elbette doğum haritalarımızdaki yerine değineceğiz. Elbette anlatıcınız olarak Kayıp Kıta Atlantis'in kadim bilgeliğini aktarmaya gayret edeceğim. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mitolojik-hikayeler00/message

Nesillerdir anlamını yitirmeyen, yetişkinler için yeri çok özel olan bir eserdir Küçük Prens… Ailemizin bize ilk okuduğu öykü, okumayı öğrendikten sonra yeniden severek okuduğumuz bir eserdir. Hikayeye biraz daha yakından göz atalım! YOUTUBE ▀ Atlantis'in Hikayeleri► https://www.youtube.com/@atlantisin.hikayeleri Mitolojik Hikayeler► https://www.youtube.com/@mitolojikhikayeler SOSYAL MEDYA BAĞLANTILARIMIZ ▀ Instagram► atlantisin.hikayeleri Twitter► @astro_tarology Resmi İnternet sitesi► www.mitolojikhikayelerim.com Eski çağların bilgeliğine doğru açılan bu kadim yolculukta anlatacaklarıma kulak verin dostlarım! Bendeniz mütevazi anlatıcınız Atlantis... Bu yolculuk sırasında Jung'ın felsefi görüşleri ışığında bilinçaltının semboliklerini inceleyecek, kahramanın yolculuğuna eşlik edecek ve ilk yaratım öykülerini dinleyeceğiz... Tarot kartlarının anlamlarını gelecek okumalarımızla harmanlamayı, Göklerdeki gezegenlerin Astrolojide ve elbette doğum haritalarımızdaki yerine değineceğiz. Elbette anlatıcınız olarak Kayıp Kıta Atlantis'in kadim bilgeliğini aktarmaya gayret edeceğim. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mitolojik-hikayeler00/message

Prens Harry, Zafer Algöz'ü çıldırtı. - 138 by Zafer Algöz Can Yılmaz

Aralık sonuyla birlikte iddialı yeni yıl kararları kayda geçirildi, 1 Ocak ile birlikte de kararların peşinden koşulmaya başlandı. Biz de Kaçık Prens olarak yeni yıl kararlarınızda sizi yalnız bırakmıyoruz. 2023'teki ilk bölümümüzde, büyük bir örneklemle yapılmış bir deneyin bulguları ışığında sizleri neyin bekleyebileceğini konuştuk. İnsanlar en çok hangi konularda değişimi hedefliyor? Yeni yılın hangi ayları hedeflere bağlılığımızın düştüğü aylar? Çok spesifik hedefler koymak işimizi kolaylaştırır mı yoksa geri mi teper? Hedeflerimize ulaşmak için en gerçekçi planı nasıl yapabiliriz? Yeni yıl hedeflerinize doğru ilerlerken bu bölüm yoldaşınız olacak!

Bugün pek çok kişi cumhuriyet ile demokrasiyi eşdeğer görür. Halbuki bugün dünya yüzünde adı cumhuriyet olup diktatörlük olan pek çok ülke, adı monarşi olup rejimi demokrasi olan pek çok ülke vardır. Öte yandan bir devlet, merkezileştikçe demokratiklikten uzaklaşır, merkeziyetçilikten uzaklaştıkça demokratikleşir. Osmanlı döneminde “adem-i merkeziyetçilik” tartışmasını başlatan kişi Prens Sabahattin'dir.

Eylül'ün ikinci haftasında Kaçık Prens ekibinden Emre ve Gül Sabancı Üniversitesi'nden bir grup meslektaşla birlikte Nesin Matematik Köyü'ne misafir oldu. Emre, Psikoloji Yaz Okulu kapsamında köyün “sakinlerine” bir hafta Aşk Bilimi anlattı. Yeni sezonun ilk bölümünde Melih'in sorularıyla köyde konuştuğumuz araştırmaların üzerinden geçtik. Başta Ali Nesin hoca olmak üzere tüm Nesin Matematik Köyü ekibine ve Psikoloji Yaz Okulu'nun harika öğrencilerine teşekkürlerimizle…

Dış politikanın nabzını tutan tek program, analizleriyle gündemi sarsmaya devam ediyor. Küresel bakış açısıyla dünyadaki gelişmeler masaya yatırılıyor, diplomasi analiz ediliyor. Prof. Dr. Süleyman Seyfi Öğün, Avni Özgürel ve Fahri Erenel'in, konuk olduğu Akıl Odası'nda bu hafta: Kraliçe Elizabeth hayatını kaybetti Avrupa siyasi topluluğunun amacı ney? Enerji krizi Avrupa'yı ekonomik krize mi sürüklüyor?

İlker Gümüşoluk ve Kemal Ayça iftiharla sunar...

Kaçık Prens'in yapımcı ve sunucularından Melih Kavukçu ani bir çıkışla “Çok gezmek, çok okumak ve paylaşmak köpürtülüyor arkadaş” dedi. İçerik danışmanımız Gül Günaydın'ın da katılımıyla döktük verileri masaya, köpürtülüyorlar mı gerçekten diye tartıştık. İyi dinlemeler!

Deniz Yüce Başarır, bu kezkonuğu yazar Mahir Ünsal Eriş ile birlikte dünya edebiyatının en çok okunan kitaplarından birine yatırıyor masaya: Fransız yazar Antoine de Saint Exupery'nin 1943 yılında yayımlanan felsefi eseri Küçük Prens. Aynı zamanda pilot olan yazarın macera dolu hayatının eserlerindeki izini de süren bölüm, çocukluğun o masum çağına davet ediyor Ben Okurum dinleyicilerini. Başarır'ın Küçük Prens'ten okuduğu bölümler ise belki de herkesin kendisiyle yüzleşmesi için bir fırsat.

Bilgisel'de bu hafta, Kurtuluş Savaşı'nda Prens Philip'in ve ailesinin kaderinin nasıl tamamen değiştiği mercek altına alındı.------- Podbee Sunar ------- Bu podcast, GetirAraç hakkında reklam içerir. GetirAraç'ı indirmek ve ilk kullanımda 500 TL indirimden faydalanmak için, tıklayın. Bu podcast, Hiwell hakkında reklam içerir. Hiwell'i indirmek ve "pod10" koduyla %10 indirimden faydalanmak için tıklayın. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Suudi Arabistan Veliaht Prensi Muhammed bin Selman'ın ziyareti Türkiye dış politikası açısından ne anlama geliyor? Bankacılık Düzenleme ve Denetleme Kurulu'nun (BDDK) sermaye kontrolü kararı ekonomiyi kısa ve uzun vadede nasıl etkiler? Nakşibendiliğin bir kolu olan İsmailağa Cemaati lideri Mahmut Ustaosmanoğlu'nun cenazesinde verilen fotoğraf tarikat yapılanmaları ile devlet arasındaki ilişkilere dair ne söylüyor? Siyasetbilimciler Gülçin Karabağ, Edgar Şar, Alphan Telek ve Sezin Öney haftanın ön plana çıkan iç ve dış siyaset başlıklarını Dördüncü Yol'da değerlendirdi. Yayını izleyebilirsiniz: bit.ly/3NoHld5

Kazanan Prens Salman, Erdoğan'a yine hüsran - Zülfikar Doğan

İhracatçıyı rehin alan iktidarın son umudu Prens Salman by Ahval

Psikoloji biliminin son 10 yılı çoğu araştırmacıya göre en büyük krizlerden birine sahne oldu. Araştırma bulgularının doğruluğunun, güvenirliğinin, tekrar edilebilirliğinin sorgulandığı bu sürede popüler medyada da kendine yer bulmuş bazı bulguların gerçeği yansıtmadığı anlaşıldı. Yeni bölümde krizin ortaya çıkışını, “tekrar edilebilir” bulgunun ne demek olduğunu ve sekiz sezonluk serüveninde Kaçık Prens'in size doğru ve güvenilir bulguları ulaştırmak için sahne arkasında nasıl kontroller yaptığını konuştuk.

Medyascope Podcast'ten herkese merhaba. Hafta Sonu Yazıları köşemizde yayınlanan yazılarımızın seslendirmesiyle karşınızdayız. Ruşen Çakır'ın "Hangi Erdoğan sahici? Dün Suudi Veliaht Prens'e savaş açan mı? Bugün onu 40 yıllık dost gibi kucaklayan mı?" başlıklı yazısını Elif Özge Yalçın sizler için seslendirdi. Beğenerek dinlemenizi umuyoruz.

Zülfikar Doğan: Prens Selman'a sarılmak kaç milyar dolar, adım adım yasakçı ekonomiye by Ahval

Tilki onα bir sır verir: En iyi yüreğiyle görebilir insαn. Gözler αsıl görülmesi gerekeni göremez.” der. Diğer gezegenlerde gördüğü kαrαkterlerin αynısının dünyαdα binlerce olduğunu görür. Böylece bir yıl kαldığı dünyαdαn kendi gezegenine dönmek ister. Çünkü orαdα bαkmαk zorundα olduğu bir çiçeği vαrdır. Αslındα o çiçekten dünyαdα binlercesi vαrdır αmα büyükler çiçeklerinin kıymetlerini bilemezler. Αyrılık pilotumuz için zor olur çünkü αrαdığı konuşmα αrkαdαşını çok geç bulmuştur. Küçük Prens gezegenine döner. Pilot olαn yαzαrımız dα uçαğı tαmir edip ülkesine döner. Hiçbir zαmαn Küçük Prensi unutαmαz ve αltı yıl sonrα bu hikαyeyi kαleme αlır.

Dinleyicilerimizin “nerede kaldınız, yeni bölüm ne zaman geliyor” şeklindeki bizi hem mutlu hem de mahcup eden serzenişlerine deva olarak yeni bir seri başlatıyoruz. Klasik Kaçık Prens bölümleri arasında Çiğdemle Baş Başa isminde bölümler yer alacak, her bölümde zihnin bir yanılgısını konuşacağız. Çiğdem kim mi? Buyurun bölümü dinlemeye…

İnstagram: Ortamlarda Satilacak Bilgi

Halis Kurtça Kültür Çocuk Merkezi iftiharla sunar! Eser: Sindirella Yazan: Charles Perrault Oyunlaştıran ve yöneten: Uğur Cabiroğlu ve Can Yılmaz Seslendirenler: “ Bizim Çocuklar Tiyatro Ekibi” Dila Altun, Elif Eylül Bakan, Yaren Bakan, Ömer Yiğit Çaket, Efe Tacettin, Duru Yüksel, Özgür Ateş Öztürk, Zeynep Buse Özel, Ertürk Özütürk, Meriç Ege Kızılsu, Ege Yasin Tacettin Annesini küçük yaşta kaybeden Sindirella, babasının evlilik kararı ve sonrasındaki iş seyehati ile farklı ve zorlu bir yaşama merhaba der. Kendi evinde üvey ailesinin yaklaşımıyla sığıntı ve hizmetçiye dönen Sindirella.  Kendisi gibi hayattan tat alamayan ve ailesi tarafından evlilik baskısı gören ülkenin prensi için düzenlenen kraliyet balosuna katılma hayalleri kurar ama tam bu hayalden vazgeçmişken onu fantastik bir sürpriz bekler. Hayatını tepeden tırnağa deşitirecek bu sürpriz, Sindirella ve Prens için mutlu bir başlangıça dönüşür. This podcast is powered by Pinecast.

Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 Ekim 1854, Dublin - 30 Kasım 1900, Paris), İrlandalı oyun yazarı, romancı, kısa öykücü ve şair. İğneli üslubu ile geç Victoria dönemi Büyük Britanya'sının en başarılı ve ünlü yazarları arasına girdi. Bir dava sonucu fiili livata ve ahlaksızlıktan suçlu bulununca büyük bir düşüş yaşadı ve doğduğu ortamla tam bir zıtlık içinde Paris'te fakir bir otel odasında öldü.  İnstagram : Ortamda Satılacak Bilgi