Podcasts about Sabia

Ela cresceu entre as montanhas e trilhas da região metropolitana de Belo Horizonte e carrega na mochila mais do que equipamentos: leva uma filosofia. Para ela, movimento não é só gesto atlético – é linguagem do corpo, prevenção, cura. Acredita que capacidades físicas não são dons, mas diálogos: se não forem estimuladas, se calam. Na infância, foram as brincadeiras no mato e os rios de Minas que a ensinaram a amar a natureza. Na adolescência, o Eco Challenge na TV mostrou que aventura não era só esporte, mas estratégia e resistência psicológica. A sua primeira corrida de aventura, em 2002, confirmou: tinha encontrado não um hobby, mas uma forma de existência. Formada em Educação Física, transformou a ciência do movimento em bússola. Sabia que, para perseverar precisava de coerência – não heroísmo. Treino meticuloso, periodização inteligente, recuperação sagrada. Em pouco mais de duas décadas, inúmeras corridas de aventura com 8 participações em campeonatos mundiais, dois Ironman e diversas competições de mountain bike, aprendeu que o corpo aguenta mais do que a mente acredita – e que ambos se fortalecem no mesmo ritmo. Professora por vocação, enxerga cada prova como uma oportunidade: o que importa não é só cruzar a linha de chegada, mas mostrar que excelência física é construção diária, não milagre. Mas a verdadeira prova começa onde o mapa termina: na arte de gerenciar incômodos. Sono fragmentado, mochilas pesadas, dúvidas que evocam o famoso "desista". A corrida de aventura a fez mais sensível às maravilhas da natureza, das matas, dos rios, do sol e da lua. Tudo isso tem uma relação enorme com a pessoa que se tornou, com a profissão que escolheu e com a maneira como transmite sua vasta experiência às pessoas ao seu redor. Conosco aqui, ela que não é somente uma atleta, é uma educadora física apaixonada pelo corpo humano e a experiência motora, alguém que respira e se completa no mato, para o mato, com o mato. A atual campeã sul-americana de Corridas de Aventura que aprendeu em incontáveis horas de aventura que o desconforto é passageiro – e que autoconhecimento é o único equipamento obrigatório, a especialista em sofrimento, a nova-limense Mariana Pontes Marques. Inspire-se! Um oferecimento da Meia do Correrdor Lupo Sport. Compre com desconto clicando aqui. @luposportoficial SIGA e COMPARTILHE o Endörfina através do seu app preferido de podcasts. Contribua também com este projeto através do Apoia.se.  

Sabia que as eleições passaram a ser anuais por causa desta nova geração que passa a vida agarrada aos telemóveis? Não foi nada. Mas também falamos de questões geracionais. Oiça já!

Este episodio es una invitación directa, sin rodeos, a mirar lo que te detiene.  La mentalidad de escasez, las creencias heredadas y el miedo disfrazado de prudencia. En un mundo donde la inteligencia artificial avanza más rápido que nuestras dudas, elegir no actualizar tu MENTE es quedarte atrás. Hablo de lo que pierdes cuando no inviertes en herramientas para conocerte mejor y del poder transformador que ocurre cuando te dices que sí.  Invertir en ti es evolución. Si te preguntas si vale la alegría invertir en tu crecimiento, este episodio es para ti.  Escúchalo hasta el final y descubre como el taller MENTES puede ser ese primer gran paso hacia tu versión más valiente. Si MENTES e invertir en ti es algo que resuena contigo aquí te dejo el enlace de registro: https://www.themindcommander.com/mentes Escríbeme al email: cindythemindcommander@gmail.com Mis redes: https://www.instagram.com/cindythemindcommander/ https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100079463197679

Salomón hace una invitación a las mujeres a ser sabias y edificar su casa, o ser necias y derribar su casa. Esto nos lleva al origen en Edén, donde vemos que la mujer ejerce una influencia por naturaleza. La decisión está en ella si utiliza su influencia para bien o para mal.

Una Madre Sabia en un Mundo sin Seguridad | Pastor Jerry Collins by Paul Chappell

Canal Vale Estreito"Criado para anunciar o Evangelho das Insondáveis Riquezas de Cristo.

Bom dia! Vamos para mais uma #MensagemDoDiaA Escritura de hoje está em Mateus 27:12-14 — NVI "Acusado pelos chefes dos sacerdotes e pelos líderes religiosos, ele nada respondeu. Então Pilatos lhe perguntou: ‘Você não ouve a acusação que eles estão fazendo contra você?' Mas Jesus não lhe respondeu nenhuma palavra, de modo que o governador ficou muito impressionado."Sem respostaEm algumas ocasiões a melhor resposta é o silêncio. Veja nesta passagem que Jesus, diante de acusações falsas, permaneceu calado. Ele sabia quem Ele era. Sabia qual era o Seu propósito. E não desperdiçou tempo tentando se justificar para quem já tinha feito sua escolha.Na vida, sempre existirão críticos. Gente que vai tentar distorcer suas palavras, questionar suas intenções ou minimizar suas conquistas. Mas escute bem: essas vozes não definem quem você é.Você não precisa responder a tudo. Você não precisa se defender de todo comentário. Você tem um Pai que é o seu defensor. O seu valor não está naquilo que dizem sobre você, mas sim no que Deus tem dito que você é: amado, escolhido, chamado e capacitado.Então, em vez de gastar energia rebatendo acusações, use essa energia para avançar no seu propósito. Faça como Jesus: caminhe em paz, focado no objetivo, e com os olhos em Deus. Porque a sua resposta mais poderosa... é continuar firme.Vamos fazer uma oraçãoPai, hoje escolho confiar que Tu és o meu defensor. Não preciso provar nada a ninguém, porque o Senhor já definiu meu valor. Ajuda-me a manter o foco no que realmente importa e a não me distrair com vozes que não vêm de Ti. Em nome de Jesus, Amém.

Un Edifica, la otra destruye

Penúltima rodada da fase de grupos! Momentos decisivos na CONMEBOL Libertadores.Então vamos de números e curiosidades dos confrontos?

Hay una voz dentro de ti que sabe. Que ha sabido siempre. Una voz que no grita, pero que insiste con amor, con certeza y con sabiduría. Este mensaje canalizado por el Arcángel Jofiel te recuerda que tienes una responsabilidad contigo misma: escuchar tu intuición, confiar en ella y honrar el camino que te muestra. Los movimientos y los cambios que llegan no son casualidad: vienen a liberar tu mente, a romper las cadenas del pasado y a devolverte al centro de tu verdad. Estás siendo guiada. Estás lista para volver a confiar.

Dorothy Kilgallen era uma jornalista investigativa que fez um extenso trabalho investiando o assassinato de John F. Kennedy mas suas pesquisas pararam quando ela foi encontrada morta em sua casa sob circunstâncias estranhas no dia 8 de novembro de 1965.

Há precisamente 140 anos um farmacêutico do Sul dos Estados Unidos inventou um vinho feito de cocaína para ajudar a curar a sua toxicodependência. No dia 8 de Maio do ano seguinte, transformou o vinho numa bebida com gás e açúcar. E cocaína, claro. Era a primeira Coca-Cola. Conheça a incrível história da bebida que mudou o mundo e do seu inventor.

Se tem CONMEBOL Libertadores essa semana, tem Sabia Não, com as principais curiosidades e números da quarta rodada da Fase de Grupos.

Camila tenía miedo de jugar, hasta que alguien le dijo: Yo te enseño.A veces, el primer paso da miedo. Pero cuando te atreves...puedes encontrar un montón de amigos esperándote.Mi Instagram:⁠⁠https://instagram.com/cuentos_e_historias_infantiles⁠⁠Mi Facebook:⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/CuentosHistoriasMexico⁠

Alexandre Garcia comenta a necessidade de punição aos responsáveis pelo desconto bilionário, não autorizado, na folha de pagamento de aposentados e pensionistas da Previdência. É questão de dignidade abrir uma CPI para investigar o assunto, assim como pautar a votação da anistia aos envolvidos no 8 de janeiro. 

Narrativas analisa os acontecimentos do Brasil e do mundo sob diferentes perspectivas.     Com apresentação de #MadeleineLacsko, o programa desmonta discursos, expõe fake news e discute os impactos das narrativas na sociedade.     Abordando temas como geopolítica, comunicação e mídia, traz uma visão aprofundada   e esclarecedora sobre o mundo atual.     Ao vivo de segunda a sexta-feira às 17h.    ÚLTIMOS DIAS - faça como Felipe Coelho e Adriana Schmidt, que agora usufruem do acesso integral ao conteúdo de O Antagonista e Crusoé em uma navegação livre de anúncios invasivos.   2 anos de assinatura do combo O Antagonista e Crusoé com um super desconto de 30% utilizando o voucher 10A-PROMO30. Use o cupom 10A-PROMO30. Apoie o jornalismo independente. Assine agora.  narrativas (https://bit.ly/promo-2anos-narrativas)   Desconto de 30% aplicado sobre os valores vigentes do Combo anual | Promoção não cumulativa com outras campanhas vigentes. 

O que aprendemos dos sinais de um animal Casher? Sabia que você é 90% Casher, porque somos o que comemos, correto? O que o número oito (shemini) tem de especial?

Apresentado por Claudio Tiberius (Ethnos Rock) e Vinny Almeida (Rock Vibrations Official) o programa Território Headbanger visa trazer o universo do Rock/Metal em geral para nossos seguidores, buscando não só um bom bate-papo mas também um jeito descontraído e informativo para você que adora as mais variadas bandas.Em nosso trigésimo terceiro programa tivemos um bate-papo muito legal com o profissional de imprensa/redator Argoth Rodrigues, idealizador do canal Rock Doido do Argoth.Sabia que é possível acompanhar o Território Headbanger aos fins de semana? todo domingo ás 18:30 estamos com um ep inédito através da web rádio AntenAZero, levando indicações do mundo do rock/metal para vocês.Gostaria de enviar algum material para divulgarmos? Entre em contato através dos nossos perfis!Lembrando que nosso programa vai ao ar todas as terças-feiras a partir das 22:00 horas (horário de Brasília) no canal Ethnos Rock no YouTube.BGM por Vinny AlmeidaThumbnail por Claudio TiberiusArte/Layout de divulgação por Fabrício De Castilho

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Ela está de volta!Essa semana tem CONMEBOL Libertadores com os jogos da terceira rodada da Fase de Grupos.E se tem CONMEBOL Libertadores tem Sabia Não também pra trazer alguns números e curiosidades dos duelos que vamos assistir.

Sabia que Portugal já venceu a final europeia do Chuva de Estrelas com uma imitação desta banda? Foi o concorrente Carlos Bruno com a canção "Everybody Hurts". Mais um grande orgulho!

Dia 19 abril assinalou-se o Dia Mundial do Fígado. Sabia que é o segundo maior órgão e a maior glândula do corpo humano? Saiba muito mais da importância do Fígado para a nossa sobrevivência.

Sabia que o cérebro ama rotina? Mas não qualquer rotina! Ele curte aquela que dá segurança, mas com um temperinho de novidade.A neurociência chama isso de neuroplasticidade: nosso cérebro se adapta, aprende e muda… mas precisa ser provocado!Então, que tal mudar o caminho até o trabalho hoje? Ou escovar os dentes com a mão trocada?Pequenas novidades = grandes ativações cerebrais.Seu cérebro curte conforto, mas AMA desafio!Compartilha com alguém que você ama e tem energia igual a nossa

O que um caixão teria a ver com a abertura do mar. ? Você já teve a satisfação de quase cair no erro e naquele minuto final, optar pelo certo? Qual foi a sensação depois? Sabia que amanhã às portas do céus se abrem novamente para nossos pedidos? Ouça

Apresentado por Claudio Tiberius (Ethnos Rock) e Vinny Almeida (Rock Vibrations Official) o programa Território Headbanger visa trazer o universo do Rock/Metal em geral para nossos seguidores, buscando não só um bom bate-papo mas também um jeito descontraído e informativo para você que adora as mais variadas bandas.Em nosso trigésimo segundo programa tivemos um bate-papo muito legal com o músico Batista da banda Antidemon.Sabia que é possível acompanhar o Território Headbanger aos fins de semana? todo domingo ás 18:30 estamos com um ep inédito através da web rádio AntenAZero, levando indicações do mundo do rock/metal para vocês.Gostaria de enviar algum material para divulgarmos? Entre em contato através dos nossos perfis!Lembrando que nosso programa vai ao ar todas as terças-feiras a partir das 22:00 horas (horário de Brasília) no canal Ethnos Rock no YouTube.BGM por Vinny AlmeidaThumbnail por Claudio TiberiusArte/Layout de divulgação por Fabrício De Castilho

Você já ouviu falar em saúde social? O conceito é reconhecido pela organização mundial de saúde ao lado dos conceitos de bem-estar, de saúde física e de saúde mental. Trata-se do impacto das suas relações pessoais, de amizade, de afeto na sua saúde. A medicina está concluindo que, assim como fazer exercícios, comer e dormir bem, a qualidade dos nossos relacionamentos também tem um papel fundamental para manter nossa saúde em dia. Mas não se engane... A tecnologia, redes sociais e conexões digitais podem trazer uma ilusão de que sua saúde social vai bem. Será que é isso mesmo? No episódio de hoje, você vai saber como melhorar a sua saúde social. Quais os desafios para fortalecer relacionamentos nessa era de tantas “conexões desconectadas”, amizades e relacionamentos apenas virtuais? Como a saúde social impacta no bom envelhecimento? Vamos mostrar que a OMS tem recomendado novas terapias, como por exemplo visitas a museus. É... Cultura melhora a saúde! Sabia disso? Nossa convidada é a doutora Sley Tanigawa, especialista em medicina preventiva.

Apresentado por Claudio Tiberius (Ethnos Rock) e Vinny Almeida (Rock Vibrations Official) o programa Território Headbanger visa trazer o universo do Rock/Metal em geral para nossos seguidores, buscando não só um bom bate-papo mas também um jeito descontraído e informativo para você que adora as mais variadas bandas.Em nosso trigésimo primeiro programa tivemos o prazer de entrevistar uma das lendas do nosso cenário rock/metal, o grande Walcir Chalas, dono de uma das lojas mais importantes do cenário heavy metal, a Woodstock Rock Store localizada no bairro do Anhangabaú, em São Paulo.Sabia que é possível acompanhar o Território Headbanger aos fins de semana? todo domingo ás 18:30 estamos com um ep inédito através da web rádio AntenAZero, levando indicações do mundo do rock/metal para vocês.Gostaria de enviar algum material para divulgarmos? Entre em contato através dos nossos perfis!Lembrando que nosso programa vai ao ar todas as terças-feiras a partir das 22:00 horas (horário de Brasília) no canal Ethnos Rock no YouTube.BGM por Vinny AlmeidaThumbnail por Claudio TiberiusArte/Layout de divulgação por Fabrício De Castilho

Memento #335. Sabia conjugar l'

Muitas pessoas usam a metáfora "bateria social" para se referir à capacidade de socialização. Sabia que o termo é usado formalmente em outras áreas? E que tem relação com os conceitos de introversão e extroversão? Saiba o que a ciência tem a dizer sobre isso.Confira o papo entre o leigo curioso, Ken Fujioka, e o cientista PhD, Altay de Souza.>> OUÇA (56min 16s)*Naruhodo! é o podcast pra quem tem fome de aprender. Ciência, senso comum, curiosidades, desafios e muito mais. Com o leigo curioso, Ken Fujioka, e o cientista PhD, Altay de Souza.Edição: Reginaldo Cursino.http://naruhodo.b9.com.br*APOIO: INSIDERIlustríssima ouvinte, ilustríssimo ouvinte do Naruhodo, chegou abril, o mês de aniversário da INSIDER!E adivinha quem sai ganhando? Quem entende que menos é mais! Ou seja: você e eu!Você já sabe que eu uso INSIDER há anos, tanto para o trabalho quanto para o lazer. Porque eu quero menos consumo por impulso, mais peças que duram e uma moda que valorize o meu estilo pessoal.E eu sei que você tava só esperando uma desculpa pra comprar aquela camiseta da INSIDER que eu vivo usando e sobre a qual vivo falando bem... Então, vem experimentar INSIDER você também!Em abril, o cupom NARUHODO mais os descontos do site podem chegar a até 30% de desconto. É isso mesmo: 30% de desconto!Para aproveitar, o jeito mais fácil é usar o endereço https://bit.ly/naruhodo-abril-2025 ou clicar no link da descrição deste episódio: o cupom será aplicado automaticamente no carrinho.INSIDER: inteligência em cada escolha.#InsiderStore*APOIO: HOMO ACADEMICUSAqui no Naruhodo, a gente vive falando sobre as dificuldades da vida acadêmica. Ao mesmo tempo, a gente acredita que ela pode ser mais legal e menos solitária.Por isso temos a felicidade de divulgar um projeto admirável: o HOMO ACADEMICUS.O HOMO ACADEMICUS surge como um esforço comunitário que ambiciona inspirar as pessoas a buscar outras formas de viver a universidade. Que une pessoas de vários países da América Latina, como Brasil, Peru, Chile, Equador, Argentina e México. E também diferentes áreas do conhecimento e habilidades, como de escrita, edição, tradução, design e pesquisa.Ele é um podcast? É. Traz temas como as regras não ditas da universidade, gestão do tempo, violência na universidade, comunidades de pesquisas, escrita acadêmica, entre outros.Mas HOMO ACADEMICUS é também muito mais que um podcast, e será cada vez mais. É capacitação, é reflexão, é diálogo.E traz ainda uma ideia muito bacana: os Clubes de Escuta, que são redes de apoio que vocês - estudantes, pesquisadores e professores - podem criar para discutirem os desafios de seus contextos, usando como suporte os recursos que são preparados para cada episódio.Então conheça hoje mesmo essa belíssima iniciativa:homoacademicus.org*REFERÊNCIASInnovative and Introverted: How Introverts Function in the Creative Workplacehttps://scholarcommons.sc.edu/senior_theses/290/“I have to charge my social battery”: Perspectives from autistic young adults on Quality of Lifehttps://journals.sagepub.com/doi/full/10.1177/13623613241245578A neuropsychological battery to detect specific executive and social cognitive impairments in early frontotemporal dementiahttps://academic.oup.com/brain/article-abstract/132/5/1299/356114EMOTICOM: A Neuropsychological Test Battery to Evaluate Emotion, Motivation, Impulsivity, and Social Cognitionhttps://www.frontiersin.org/journals/behavioral-neuroscience/articles/10.3389/fnbeh.2016.00025/fullARCHITECTURE OF UTOPIAN SOCIAL BATTERY IN THE NEOLIBERAL CITIEShttps://digitalcommons.bau.edu.lb/apj/vol27/iss1/6/Meta-analytic relations between personality and cognitive abilityhttps://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC10266031/The Social Accumulator as a Concept to Manage Social Energy in the Age of Digital Transformationhttps://personales.upv.es/thinkmind/dl/journals/sysmea/sysmea_v16_n34_2023/sysmea_v16_n34_2023_1.pdfThe Friendship Field - an Agent-Based Model on Dyadic Friendship Formation Driven by Social Batteryhttps://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-3-031-34920-1_24Running on Empty: How COVID Has Affected Our Social Skillshttps://scholarshare.temple.edu/items/7e9bec4d-341c-4bd4-8d7c-49d39b2d2038THE PERSONALITY FEATURES OF INTROVERTS AND EXTROVERTShttps://interoncof.com/index.php/denmark/article/view/7806Association between dopamine receptor D2 Taq IA gene polymorphism (rs1800497) and personality traitshttps://journals.sagepub.com/doi/full/10.1177/20503121241241922The Relationship Between Personality Type (Introvert and Extrovert) and Hypertension in the Productive Age: A Review of Current Literature https://www.ijscia.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/Volume5-Issue6-Nov-Dec-No.792-1700-1704.pdfAssociation between DRD4 gene and perception of architectural spaces by using EEGhttps://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1080/00038628.2024.2367981?casa_token=hXKeCOJhh-YAAAAA:E1N2yzfdf4alR2Vnqp25QYpY24DmKkhikbp-Hmarrrr2aDtnHZwhTj1P9rbsVQL6XXR-GcG2wPHyNaruhodo #103 - Testes de personalidade funcionam?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZl_y6N6hHANaruhodo #348 - Sentir medo e ansiedade é algo ruim?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u30dN7ACvE4Naruhodo #309 - Por que sentimos medo? - Parte 1 de 2https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNwl26ZbVD8Naruhodo #310 - Por que sentimos medo? - Parte 2 de 2https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqkh5IdfQQMNaruhodo #343 - O que é e como funciona uma relação estética?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrF27pTFGg8Naruhodo #333 - Quais as consequências do excesso de reuniões virtuais?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMQdUfCWKEkNaruhodo #404 - Por que algumas pessoas gostam de terminar as coisas e outras não?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTSZ--4TKMkNaruhodo Entrevista #18: Kil Sun Leehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPYpe01Eh5w*APOIE O NARUHODO!O Altay e eu temos duas mensagens pra você.A primeira é: muito, muito obrigado pela sua audiência. Sem ela, o Naruhodo sequer teria sentido de existir. Você nos ajuda demais não só quando ouve, mas também quando espalha episódios para familiares, amigos - e, por que não?, inimigos.A segunda mensagem é: existe uma outra forma de apoiar o Naruhodo, a ciência e o pensamento científico - apoiando financeiramente o nosso projeto de podcast semanal independente, que só descansa no recesso do fim de ano.Manter o Naruhodo tem custos e despesas: servidores, domínio, pesquisa, produção, edição, atendimento, tempo... Enfim, muitas coisas para cobrir - e, algumas delas, em dólar.A gente sabe que nem todo mundo pode apoiar financeiramente. E tá tudo bem. Tente mandar um episódio para alguém que você conhece e acha que vai gostar.A gente sabe que alguns podem, mas não mensalmente. E tá tudo bem também. Você pode apoiar quando puder e cancelar quando quiser. O apoio mínimo é de 15 reais e pode ser feito pela plataforma ORELO ou pela plataforma APOIA-SE. Para quem está fora do Brasil, temos até a plataforma PATREON.É isso, gente. Estamos enfrentando um momento importante e você pode ajudar a combater o negacionismo e manter a chama da ciência acesa. Então, fica aqui o nosso convite: apóie o Naruhodo como puder.bit.ly/naruhodo-no-orelo

Sabia que a forma como vivemos pode impactar mais no processo de envelhecimento do que os genes que herdamos? Por isso estamos falando tanto de epigenética e biohacking: alimentação, sono, estresse e mais um monte de outras coisas que fazemos hoje modulam a saúde de amanhã. Mas será dá para viver mais e melhor sem paranóia?Ver traduçãoFicha Técnica:Edição: John EvansRoteiro: Alice PereiraPesquisa: Felipe Stoffa, Larissa Nara e Hannah DouradoArte: Bianca LimaTrilha: Chico Reginato

The last days before the Great Hunt.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.“Can the scorpion ever stop being a scorpion? “"Do we get our legally permitted weaponry back?" The bishop still held my hand."Sure. If it makes you feel better.""I would like to meet your people then," he gave my paw one last shake then released me. "Shall we go?""I will have someone take you to your car. I want to briefly meet with the President, of Havenstone, then I'll join you in the garage. We'll drive over to JIKIT and I'll make the introductions. Good enough?""That is acceptable," he nodded."What about you two?" I regarded the nun and the Swiss Super-soldier. The nun remained vigilant, and silent. The Swiss' eyes flickered to his boss before settling back on me."It is what I volunteered for," he stated firmly."Okay. Please never say I didn't give you a chance to take the sane way out. Also, Bishop Nicolö, circumstances have conspired to up my prospective wedding date to January 1st.""That will be more difficult. Why the change?" he remained grim."We are having twins. By March, this will be very visible.""That is, unfortunate," he shook his head."You have no idea," and then a brainstorm. "And I am curious about resurrecting the Order of the Dragon, the Societas Draconistarum." Technically that meant 'Society of the Dragonists' which was more appropriate than the literal Ordo Draconis."Precisely how do you plan to recreate a crusading Christian Order which was the purview of the Hungarian monarchs?" he didn't sound the least skeptical, just curious."I have billions of euros to fund such a thing," I winked. "Of far greater critical importance, I know where I can find the supernatural guidance and spiritual imperative for such an organization.""You are going to produce a dragon?" his eyes grew larger even as he fought down his fear. Good man. He was adaptive. He'd need to be."I never said such a thing. That would make me sound crazy," I smiled broadly. "Besides, when I say 'dragon', you think 'devil' and that's way too pedestrian for where we are going.""I am not a moral relativist.""Neither am I. I'm out to save lives and nurture the drive in the human spirit to reach for freedom, love and liberty. As you might imagine, I'm pretty freaking outnumbered.""I think you are crazy," he re-evaluated things."I just might be. In all honesty, you should back out now. Take your two compadres back to 25 East 39th Street (the Holy See's Permanent Observer Offices to the UN in NYC) and report 'Mission Failure'. You'll most likely live longer," I reasoned."I am not afraid to die," Sister Rafaela Sophia finally voiced an opinion."That's idiotic," I scoffed before the bishop could reprimand her for opening her mouth. "You should be.""My soul is in God's hands," she set her jaw."Does he talk to you?" I countered."His message is clear.""Not what I asked. I asked if he specifically directed you to toss your life fruitlessly away as an object lesson for the reckless, or careless?""This is uncalled for," Nicolö intervened."Nope. I bet you a phone call to my Brother to physically restore your bishopric that there are four people in this room who have murdered in cold blood," I kept eye contact with the nun, "and she's the odd one out. Right Juanita?""Yes, Ishara," Juanita slipped up. Her spycraft, like mine, needed work."You were in the military?" the bishop asked my bodyguard."Was? I am. Right now," she related. "I will be until I die."That earned me looks from the three Catholics."She is loyal," Nicolö nodded slightly toward her, referring to Juanita's declaration."Huh? To me? Nope. She's loyal to my office, which we shan't get into right now. Back to you, Sister Rafaela Sophia. Are you out to be a martyr, or has some saint, or angel, given you a directive the other two seem to be unaware of which causes you to devalue your life?""I am devoted to the One True God, Christ, our Savior," and Juanita snorted, "and the Virgin Mary," the nun stated firmly. "I don't hear voices in my head.""Juanita, that was rude. Apologize to our guest," I kept looking forward."No." Well, fuck you too."Gun," I commanded. I held out my left hand."What? No. I will not give you one of my guns," she resisted."Juanita, give me your primary weapon, or I will ask Pamela to beat you up the moment I depart for the Great Hunt. After yesterday's stunt, you know she will," I threatened. Fair, I was not. She drew a Glock-20 and handed it to me. I went through the routine, dropped the magazine then ejected the round before opening the door.Oh look, there were four SD chicks outside, ready to escort my visitors downstairs. I didn't even need to waste a phone call. It wasn't like the conference room wasn't being monitored."Excuse me," I took a half step out the door then hurled all three items down the hall. Looking back at Juanita. "Go fetch.""Fuck you," she snapped."And insulting her faith was as degrading to both her faith and her as me doing this to you is degrading to you right now," I lectured her. "It is important to her, therefore it is important to me because she is my guest in the same way it is important to me that I let my bodyguard do her job without being a total asshole all the time. Now go get your God-damn weapon," I barked. Off she went. I left the door open."Now Sister Rafaela Sophia, the point of all this is: I don't give a crap if you are willing to die for God. In fact, that makes you less than worthless to me and the team. I want to know if you are willing to put other motherfuckers in the ground so that Bishop Nicolá, or Mathias, might get to keep doing their jobs.""Murder is a sin," she declared."Go home," I sighed while shaking my head."She answers to me, the Church and God, not you, Mr. Nyilas," the bishop stepped forward."Then you can go home too," I shrugged. "I'm not asking for remorseless killers. I'm asking for people willing to kill to get the hard work done and best of all, for people who know the difference.""Everyone on JIKIT is a professional soldier, or killer?" he asked."No, but the ones who aren't don't carry guns and know to get down when things get funky," I bantered."I vouch for her," he insisted. Juanita came running back into the room."Cool beans. I don't know you either.""You apparently know my service history," he volleyed."Yeah. Ten years a foreigner in the service of France, then you went straight into a university which turns out Jesuits," I riposted."What turned your life around?" he evaded. That was okay. I'd gotten what I wanted. I was willing to bet he had read every bit of public information about me and it was rumored the heavy Catholic membership in the FBI had its benefits to the Church as well. Not so much as to give them insight into JIKIT, but,"Someone risked their life for me. It's been pretty much downhill from there," I confessed. It was the truth. After Katrina gave me the life line on Day Two, it had all spiraled to the revelation of my heritage, Dad's death, Summer Camp, the Hamptons, Romania and Aya's kidnapping."A person, a soldier, died saving my life," the bishop empathized. "Her story is similar. She seeks redemption. She is not suicidal. I am staking both our lives on it."Did he mean him and Mathias, or him and me? I wasn't certain. Still, it was good enough for now. I'd gotten a look at their emotional make up, even the relatively quiet Swiss."Very well," I agreed. "I have to go see the President about my new job description. I'll catch up with you at your car." To the SD team leader, "Take them to the garage. I will join the group of you very soon.""Yes Ishara," she nodded. I exited the room, Juanita in tow. Two SD entered. I was gone before the Papal team left. Upstairs we went, with one last chore to discharge. I had to check on Ms. French to be absolutely freaking sure it was Shawnee, because anyone else would spell disaster.{8:30 am, Monday, September 8th. Last day}A Room full of asistants:Well, there it was, the office of the Executive Director to the President, and not 'Executive Assistant', because this was Katrina's final 'fuck you, no, just her final 'fuck you' before the Great Hunt got underway. I shouldn't assume things, dang it!Anyway, according to the gray-haired matron running gatekeeper to the Office of the President, this was where I was supposed to show up. I shot Juanita a worried look. She glanced my way and shrugged, momentarily willing to not give me shit about the past 24 hours because where I was situated would determine how easily she could do her job.In we went. In the suite were three desks, the 'big' desk situated at the far end of the office space and two far more modest ones on either side of the entryway. The room expanded beyond the chokepoint formed by the two closest desks into a cluttered area. The walls were cluttered with inset bookshelves and portraits of women. Facing one another were a loveseat on my left with bookend plush chairs in an 'L' facing and a full sofa on the right. There were end tables at the ends of the sofa and the corners between the loveseat and each chair.As the door opened, I hadn't knock as this was my office, or so it seemed, the occupants, who had all been sitting in quiet conversation in the central section, began reacting. Oh look ~ Constanza! I nearly had a heart attack before I realized there were three other Amazons also in the room. Sadly, none were behind the 'big desk', so I couldn't tell who was in charge. Two of the other three choices weren't too much better. First off,"Ishara," Marilynn Saint John stood to greet me. I'd last seen her when I'd dedicated her grandmother's (Hayden's) spirit to the halls of my ancestors, not hers, after forcing the political crisis leading to Hayden's suicide ~ her taking herself to the cliffs and in doing so, destroying the Amazon Cult of Blood Purity. Marilynne was clearly still bitter with me. Umm, I could still incite passion in women I hadn't slept with, yet, woot?"Cáel," the senior-most and only friendly face in the room spoke next. Thank goodness it was Beyoncé Vincennes, Head of House Hanwasuit and House Ishara ally."Cáel Ishara," the third individual was deferential which I wasn't sure how to take as the last time I'd encountered her, yeah, things hadn't gone well either."Beyoncé," I started off with a smile. From there, I had to figure out, ah, Beyoncé's eyes flickered to Constanza then Sabia. I knew Marilynn, with her young age, had the least seniority, "Constanza, Sabia, Marilynn. How's tricks?"Glum faces by everyone except Beyoncé. I didn't ask about Sabia's particular well-being. It had been months since I'd beaten her into the mats of the Full-blooded gym. She'd attacked Yasmin, the Brazilian Hottie and my Brazilian Jujutsu sparring buddy, and I'd retaliated by ambushed her when she turned her back on us. Besides, she'd been giving me shit before I even could see straight.Constanza was minus her left eye because of her dire insult to me. If she wasn't capable of working, she wouldn't be here. If she appreciated my 'mercy' in sparing her life ~ her insult was worthy of her death ~ Constanza hid it well. I hadn't spared her expecting a change of heart. I hadn't felt words alone warranted anyone's death. I was a big boy and could take a few insults. House Ishara, as represented by me, could care less. These days, my sisters would be less understanding despite them knowing my heart."Constanza Landau of House Jaya and Marilynn Saint John of House Anahit are Assistants to President Shawnee French," Beyoncé eased things along, "so will be working closely with us, at least for the short term. Sabia Noel of House Guabancex, who I now think you know as well, has joined you as the other 'Assistant' to the 'Executive Director to the President', (that would make me an 'adept', but adept at what?), and since two of the three Regents are unfamiliar with the workings of Havenstone proper, Shawnee has asked me to perform in that role."Beyoncé was, or had been, Havenstone HQ's CFO (Chief Financial Officer). From what I was quickly piecing together, she would essentially be making all the day-to-day decisions concerning the running of Havenstone (how the Host made the majority of its money) until the Regents got up to speed.Only Buffy had actual experience with the New York office and, from what she had told me, solely within Executive Services. While ES knew 'who' did what inside Havenstone, they weren't aware precisely how those Amazons got their jobs done. That would have been an impossible task. Katrina could do it, but she knew it was beyond the ability of most of us 'mere mortals'. Since we were currently at war, the Host needed Katrina completely focused on her duties as Chief Spy-mistress, not baby-sitting the adults.Shawnee indeed had much gravitas among the other House Heads. Not only had she risen up to lead a First House, she had performed heroically during the final days of the last Secret War. Afterwards she had moved into the realm of Amazon jurisprudence and mediation. Until yesterday, she had lived in a House Arinniti freehold in Minnesota's Great Lakes region thus her desire for the 'Training Wheels' period.The Regency would not rule through telecommunication (the upper echelons feared being eavesdropped upon beyond the standard Amazon (read: paranoid) levels) and Havenstone: New York was the center best situated for the current war-fighting operations, so here she lived. I was sure a team from Executive Services was buying, outfitting/spy-proofing and fortifying a dwelling suitable for the President of a Fortune 500 company. Hayden's home would remain the domicile of Sydney thus Marilynn.The same rigmarole would be done for Rhada and Buffy (though I imaged Buffy would bitch endlessly). Publically, they were VP's of a company worth hundreds of billions of dollars and they had to present the public trappings of such leaders.Why did the Amazons do this ~ unmask their leadership to public exposure? Legal-simple: they could request and expect all levels of public and private security for their executives who happened to also be important officials of the Host. Certainly not all executives at Havenstone were officeholders, House Heads, or House Apprentices, but the high level of competence which permitted one often led to the other.Beyonce:As an example: Beyoncé wasn't the most 'bad-ass' lethal chick in House Hanwasuit. As she was preparing to be casted, her intelligence, creativity and diligence at her future craft, finances, was noted by the Host and the members of her House. In due time her name was circulated as Apprentice and the elders approved. When her elder cousin, the prior House Head, took herself to the cliffs, Beyoncé assumed the top spot. Beyoncé wasn't even one of that woman's three daughters.Mirroring her advancement in her House was her advancement in Havenstone's Accounting, Acquisitions and Banking Divisions until she was appointed CFO Havenstone HQ ~ the supreme financial authority inside Havenstone, though the individual regional branches had a greater degree of autonomy than you might normally expect from a 21st century conglomerate, or a Bronze Age autocracy.I had to constantly remind myself, despite the near-constant feuding, Amazons exhibited a phenomenally higher level of trust than I'd ever found in any other society I'd ever witnessed, or read about, before. Though technically Beyoncé could have gone to President Hayden to enforce her decisions ~ or now the Regency ~ she was far more diplomatic in her approach in dealing with the other 'continental' CEO's and CFO's.That meant she had to wrangle the aspirations and resources from:North America (including Latin America, the 'Canadian Arctic' and the North Pacific Ocean),South America (includes both the South Atlantic and South Pacific as far as Samoa),Europe (mostly Central Europe these days plus Antarctica, the 'Russian' Arctic and the North Atlantic),Africa (mostly West-central Africa),India (the subcontinent plus the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean) and,Southeast Asia (which includes Australia)All of which suggested Havenstone hadn't redrawn the Amazons' geographic demarcations since the late 19th century. As an example, an East African venture, say in Tanzania, was as likely to be under the purview of Havenstone: India (due to its control over the Indian Ocean) as Havenstone: Africa (which traditionally had no East Coast holdings due to their constant struggles versus the Arabic slave trade).Returning to Beyoncé: initially she had held the proper 'conservative' (aka man-hating) mindset. My behavior during that first Board Meeting began to change her opinion of me and the New Directive. After the Archery Range incident, Beyoncé became a vocal proponent of the New Directive and faced challenges within her ranks. House Heads do not have to accept challenges and Beyoncé didn't, reasoning with her detractors they had no alternatives save the 'Old Ways' which spelled doom for the Amazon Race.Bing-bang-boom ~ I became the Head of a resurrected House Ishara by the Will of the Ancestors and Beyoncé was vindicated. Not necessarily in the New Directive, but in her support of me thus the rebirth of a sister First House. The purge following High Priestess' Hayden's death was her ultimate absolution. The Ancestors and Destiny had spoken and shown Beyoncé had been piloting House Hanwasuit along the proper course all along.Back to my current circumstances:Oh, why was I Assistant to the Executive Director to the President? It gave me direct access to the finances of Havenstone which was a critical leg of the war-fighting stool ~ people, morale, money and equipment. As Chief Diplomat, I helped with all four of those in varying degrees, allied troops, allied victories, allied bank accounts and allied armaments.The Great Khan, my spiritual 'Blood-Brother', was ramping up his logistic support for my Amazons in Africa, Asia and the Americas. We were 'Allies in the Struggle' and he wasn't going to wait for the Condottieri to begin coordinating with the Seven Pillars to declare them to be his enemies. They were already fighting the Amazons and 9 Clans, his allies, so their fates were sealed.In Japan, my Amazons provided small yet highly effective strike groups which the Ninja families furnished all the support services for. Everything from food to bullets to medical attention as needed. Without reservation, we shared their death-grapple with the Seven Pillars.From the dispatches I was getting back from my family members and envoys in Japan, we were making serious diplomatic inroads with the Ninja. Once again, it was the Amazons shocking capacity for violence as well as their fanaticism, professionalism and proficiency which all impressed our hosts and terrified our enemies, and this from people of a philosophical mindset which had them historically battling samurai.The Black Lotus were running around like rhesus monkeys on crack cocaine unleashed in a China Shop and given RPG's. While the Amazons couldn't help them in China, Indochina & Thailand ~ the Khanate could and was. The Amazons were of more help in the Philippines, Malaysia and Indonesia, where the Black Lotus and Amazons were going everywhere on the offensive against the Seven Pillars while the normal tight cohesion and iron-clad confidence, traits which made the 7P's so dangerous ~ were shaken by their horrendous losses in the 'Homeland' aka Mainland China.Less we forget, the 'military intelligence' wing of their organization had been decimated by the Khanate's Anthrax attack due to members of the Earth & Sky sacrificing themselves by being injected with the toxin then allowing themselves to be captured, which always ended in torture and death.Furthermore, the People's Republic of China, while having a scary 18% of the population either captured, imprisoned, dead, or displaced due to the Khanate invasion, that had come with the loss of 63% of their landmass (they had lost all of Nei Mongol, Ningxia & Xinjiang Uighur Autonomous Regions, Qinghai and Gansu as well as 90% of Yunnan, 80% of Sichuan and 20% of Shaanxi provinces) to the Khanate and the 'abomination' that was a free Tibet.Then came the Russian 'stab in the back' which entailed the loss of another 10% of their people falling under foreign dominion as well as losing 8% of their most industrialized territory, Manchuria (Heilongjiang, Jilin and Liaoning provinces ~ the Nei Mongol portion of 'Manchuria' was in the Khanate's greedy clutches, from the viewpoint of a Seven P's warrior).Don't get me wrong, they weren't about to throw in the towel. If anything, they were becoming more dedicated to trying harder, digging deep into their knowledge of every atrocity, inhumanity and perversion now deemed necessary to re-chart history back onto its 'correct' path. It was this willingness to act in an even greater sociopathic manner which was being used against them. After all, the 7P's had plenty of proxy allies, who were starting to get really nervous about what their paymasters were now asking them to do,We Amazons were getting some extra special help too. The Booth-gan (Do not call them Thuggee ~ the confederate 9 Clan member based out of India though long since ensconced within various Hindi enclaves across the Globe) had created an all-female group of ultra-fanatical Kali-devotees ~ a gift for the upcoming battle fomented by the Will of the Goddess herself.While Aya was our Queen and the Regency would rule until she wished to assume command of the Amazon People, the nuts-and-bolts of the Host's activities were handled by Saint Marie as Golden Mare (our Minister of War) (technically she held the top spot due to our State of War, though no Golden Mare had ever exercised such authority over a Queen (and she definitely believed Aya was our Queen)), Katrina (as Minister of Intelligence and Security), Beyoncé (as Havenstone (the multinational corporation) ~ our Treasurer/Economic Tsarina) and me (our Foreign Minister).Saint Marie had decided to forgo a public face in order to better facilitate her moving around to various battle fronts and holding clandestine meetings with her junior regional commanders. Her Havenstone corporate title was 'Chief of Security Training and Certification'. As an extra level of deception, the head of Security Services wasn't even a Director-level position, instead being folded into the duties of the Office of the President.To my current circumstances ~ I had been given Constanza's house name which could only mean she wasn't currently assigned to the Security Detail; a fact that couldn't have made her bad attitude any better. Marilynn had completely lost her way as an Amazon when I first met her, burying her pain and confusion in endless partying and intoxicants. I believed only her grandmother's status as High Priestess kept her from the severest of reprimands, or death. I didn't even know what Marilynn's caste was. Sabia,"While I'm sure you are both far more qualified than I, precisely how did you two get these jobs?" I had to ask my two non-coworkers. Constanza glowered. Marilynn flinched."I have an in depth knowledge of Havenstone security procedures and resources," Constanza replied."Shawnee requested me," was Marilynn's comeback. "I also have intimate knowledge of the City of New York and its environs.""Actually, Buffy Ishara recommended you both to Shawnee," Beyoncé corrected their misconceptions. I knew the score. I'd be working intimately with the tight community around the President (Shawnee) and Vice Presidents (Buffy & Rhada). Buffy wanted me to be surrounded by women who hated my guts, so I wouldn't end up boinking them. It rarely worked that way. All too often ladies who hated my still-beating heart ended up punishing me with sex. I wasn't sure why that happened, but it did."Beyoncé, didn't the Chief Diplomat of the Host have her own office? I'm pretty sure Troika had one before her unfortunate collision with Saint Marie," I felt entitled to inquire."Do you feel you've earned that office space?" she riposted."Oh, fuck no!" I waved my hands one over the other to accentuate my denial. "I was just wondering where I could stick Juanita while I'm hanging around, here.""She has the desk right outside the door, Cáel," Beyoncé smiled knowingly. "So there is no way you can sneak past her.""Oh," I grunted. "Buffy again?""No. Pamela Pile put in that particular request.""Oh, Sweet Mother of God, now she is conspiring against me too?""Yes. Some of us realize the greatest hazard to your health is yourself, Ishara," Beyoncé chided me. "We'd like to keep you around, so we listen to those charged with that nigh impossible task.""Is she going to be hanging around the office often?" Constanza asked, either myself, Juanita, or Beyoncé; I wasn't sure. She = Pamela."Please, Constanza," I attempted to intervene, "don't make Pamela kill you. It will upset Mona." Constanza's scowl was accentuated by the eyepatch covering her ruined left socket, the one Pamela had carved out when Constanza had insulted me and House Ishara on our first day of rebirth. I didn't tell Juanita this, because Juanita might just shoot Constanza over the insult before Pamela got a chance to finish the job.The tension was palatable."Mona and I have talked, about Romania, and other things," Constanza grudgingly allowed. It took me a second to realize there was a hidden meaning to what she said. Mona was part of my personal Security Detail bodyguard unit. If she felt Constanza, the woman who had raised her after her birth-mother had died, was a threat to me, she'd feel duty-bound to snuff Constanza first. Amazons were hard-ass bitches alright and I think Mona had made that clear."I hope things can improve between us," I offered to Constanza. "Beyoncé, I just stopped in to say 'hey'. I'm off to JIKIT and I've got three of the Pope's people waiting on me in the garage so,""Vice President Varma requested a moment of your time," Beyoncé smirked. "She is in 2604.""Who?""Vice President Rhada Varma, a moment of your time, alone?" she clarified."Sure thing," I backed out of the office. Once I had some space, I turned to Juanita. "Give me three minutes then bust in and say, I don't know, a tsunami is about to overwhelm the city, or something. Otherwise, I won't get out for at least an hour and I think I've put the Bishop and his people through enough delays as it is.""Are you actually asking me to stop you from having an in-office liaison?" she studied me intently as we walked in the direction of Rhada's office."Yes. It's not likely to happen often, believe me.""Oh, I do, in that you won't ask me to do it often," she grumbled. I'd deal with Juanita's morale problem later. Right now, I had to gird my loins so they wouldn't do anything else with Rhada. I had work to do, damn it!Rhada was sitting at her desk, working on something, stylus raised up so she could chew on the end. Her hair was pulled back in a half-ponytail, the type that captured the rear half of the hair in a ponytail while leaving the front and bangs free to flow down. Rhada's blouse was white & billowy and, as I was soon to discover, her pants were ultra-tight and contour hugging."Mr. Nyilas," she greeted me. "I would like a moment of your time," she relayed what I already knew. She was more than a tad nervous to boot."Vice President Varma," I started off."When in private you may call me Rhada," she interrupted."Rhada, you look more ravishing than ever."That got up her and coming around her desk, which revealed her ultra-tight pants with no sign of her wearing underwear. Yikes! My cock was preparing to do what a cock was meant to do and I just didn't have the time, Really!"Do you have any time?" she let her bosom heave."Not today, ugh," I groaned. See, Rhada took the stylus and dragged it down her chin, throat and in between her bountiful mounds.All of which exposed the top of her black bra."Are you sure, Master?" she enticed me by turning around and then leaning over her desk, point that ass in my direction. My mouth began salivating and my groin ached. I found myself quick-stepping to her and giving those buttocks two firm slaps, one on each cheek."No, damn it, though I'm going to make you pay for this when I get back," I rumbled."Master will make me wait?" she taunted me."That will cost you even more," I growled. "I have business which simply won't wait and here is my captive teasing me with the treasures of her flesh. Bad, war captive," I spanked her yet again, hard. "Bad!" and I spanked her a fourth time. With each beating, Rhada gasped in pain and then exhaled in pleasure."If I've been bad, Master must be extra harsh with me when he returns in triumph from the Great Hunt," she gloated. Rhada had gotten what she wanted, which was another affirmation of my lust for her and our 'game'. I could provide her the release she so desperately craved while allowing her the safety of remaining in the Amazon fold. It was a perfect pairing, for her.I had other problems, such as all the other baby mamas in my life plus the extra-marital affairs I was contemplating. I still took the moments we had to snuggle with Rhada, her grinding that tush into my rod while I held both her arms tightly to her side while raining kisses down onto her neck and head."Sir! A giant tsunami is approaching the city!" Juanita exploded through the door."What?" I coughed. I had a face full of hair."Huh?" Rhada pushed up and away from me. I let her go."Right now," Juanita insisted. She really needed to stop taking me so seriously when I gave her such advice."Really?" from Rhada. She shot me a curious look so I shrugged. What else was I supposed to do with such a flimsy lie forcing our separation? At least I got out of there on time?{9:50 am, Monday, September 8th ~ Last day}(JKIT HQ)"Is this a common occurrence?" Sister Rafaela Sophia whispered to the closest woman, who happened to be Wiesława, the Polish Amazon. Since she hadn't arrived with us from Havenstone, the nun might have assumed she was with the 'Americans', or British."What?" Wiesława responded evenly."Weapons combat, they look real," the nun clarified."They are real. We always practice with real weapons.""Really?""Of course," Wiesława smiled at her. "We believe a few cuts and scrapes now will save lives when the true tests come.""Oh, you are with, Havenstone?" Rafaela clued in."Yes. I am Wiesława of House Živa. I am currently assigned to Unit L, Cáel's unit within JIKIT," she offered her hand to shake. Despite being a full-blooded Amazon from a freehold, her 'human' skills were progressing nicely. The nun shook it."I am Sister Rafaela Sophia of the Handmaids of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, that is a Roman Catholic Religious Order." Pause. "Do you hate Catholics too?""Yes. We have lived beside your people for many centuries and found your clergy to be much more dangerous than your pagan predecessors. Still, Cáel thinks you can be relied on and he's proven we can trust outsider women, which I was raised to believe was unlikely, and outsider men, which was basically anathema, so I'm willing to set aside my prejudices and judge you as an individual," the Pole imparted."Outsider men?" Rafaela mumbled."Well, yes," Wiesława smirked. "You are a nun, right?""Yes.""So you set aside the World of Men to live mostly among women, right?""Not entirely," the nun chose her words carefully. "We still rely on priests for religious rights and of course obey the life teachings of Christ and follow the leadership of his Holiness, the Pope, a man.""No one is perfect," the Amazon bantered back."Do you know the teachings of our Lord, Jesus Christ?" Rafaela ventured into dangerous waters."Yes. He was the semi-historical Son of your supposed One True God. We are not monotheists. We are Polytheists. Živa is my House's matron Goddess. It is also the name of the first woman to lead the House, her birth name surrendered to Destiny so all the daughters who came afterwards would be equals.""Oh, is Mr. Nyilas also pagan?" she inquired."I am unsure. From what I have been told, he has commended the spirit of his fallen father to your Jesus in a sacred ceremony then, in the presence of your Trinity and the Goddess Ishara, brought in new members to his House. I suspect he may be both," Wiesława reasoned. "Why don't you ask him?""Because he's fighting for his life?" Rafaela looked my way.See, the entire time their discussion had been going on, I had been sparring in a spare room at JIKIT HQ with Estere Abed, the Hashashin assassin (rather redundant ~ like saying the Sahara Desert). I had two tomahawks while she had a scimitar and curved dagger. While we sparred using the furniture as obstacles, Agent-86 was briefing me on various World events to get my input.Addison Stuart (CIA) and Lady Fathom Worthington-Burke (MI-6) were having a chat with Bishop Nicolé de Santis, verifying for themselves he was worth adding to the team. Juanita was having a similar discussion with Rikki Martin (US State Department) concerning my earlier encounter with the Papal team. Nicolé's buddy, Wachtmeister Mathias Bosshart of the Swiss Guard, was getting acquainted with the other security personnel.In comparison, those two had it easy. Both men were in their elements. Nicolé was a spook who pretended to be a diplomat for the Pope and was well acquainted with terms like 'deniable assets', 'plausible deniability' and your direct superior referring to requests concerning your identity/diplomatic status by saying 'I never heard of him and if I had, I have no idea what he was doing when you caught him doing what I don't know what he was doing', or something like that.Mathias was in the company of military-security specialists, brother professionals who were introducing him to his 'sister' professionals. Our Homeland Security gang were almost entirely former military by now. They got along with our JSOC folks and both had gained a limited acceptance with the Amazon security contingent.They bonded over the fact they were forced to work with really shady characters ~ the 9 Clans menagerie ~ who didn't always appreciate JIKIT operational security. Without going into particulars, the Wachtmeister was given the impression the abnormal was the norm and if you didn't think there was a 'down-side' to being able to carry your personally favorite bang-bang (the SG 552-2P Commando in his case) with some serious attachments (read: grenade launcher) around in downtown Manhattan, you probably didn't belong on this team.Back in the room,"He's not fighting for his life," Estere laughed. "He is fighting for mine.""Right," I responded sarcastically. We went through a flurry of exchanges, ending up with me kicking a chair at her. Estere stepped over it, colliding with me.I blocked her dagger, disarmed her scimitar and,"You are dead," she panted down at me, smiling. I was on my back, her straddling me. She had a belt-knife to my throat. I hadn't see her draw it. The scimitar 'disarm' had been a distraction."Woot!" I exhaled."But you're dead," Sister Rafaela misunderstood my good humor."He survived a minute and thirty-four seconds more today than his previous record," Estere responded. She slithered off of me, doing my arousal no good whatsoever, then offered me a hand up."And that's better?""He's a rank amateur with a few months on the job. I've been training to kill people for nearly two decades," Estere smiled. "Care to have a go?""With him, or you?""Either," Estere offered."I don't have a knife, or any hand weapons," she stated."We'll need to remedy that," Wiesława stated. "You should at least carry a knife.""Really? Why?""It is a nearly universal tool," I verbally stepped up. "Even if you are disarmed, you should be able to find one relatively easily, people are less likely to miss a stolen knife than a purloined gun, and a concealed blade could come in handy.""Do you train in knife-work?" Rafaela eye-balled me."Absolutely. It is part of my culture," I grinned."Okay. Can we spar, hand-to-hand?""Sure," I nodded. I put my tomahawks in their harnesses then put my harnesses aside. Estere gave me a wink before giving us the fighting space."So," Rafaela began to circle, "are you Christian?""By your definition, or mine?""By the definition of the Catholic Church."Oh cool, she went for a Savate stance. This was going to get ugly.My "no," was followed by her kick and my block, lunge and grapple. She wasn't nearly as good as Felix. I had her down and in a choke hold within fifteen seconds.Perhaps she thought I'd take it easy on her. She tapped out. I released her, retreated and flowed back to my boxing stance. It took her a moment to realize this was 'practice', not 'an interview'. She hadn't failed in anyone's eyes. We were both doing this to get better."See, I really, truly believe I have talked to supernatural entities ~ some who are considered divinities," I continued. This time she was more careful, trading jabs and blocks with me. "They don't claim to be the One True God. I believe in such a thing, but I also believe having been given the Message, Humanity has been left to muddle things out for ourselves."Whoops, she popped me one."The Woman-Thing this morning?""Yep," I evaded another flurry. She got cocky and I landed three blows, dropping her to the ground. I didn't help her up. Instead, I withdrew and let her get back up on her own before deciding if she wanted to continue. She did."I believe I've seen dragons and ghosts. I have felt legions of my ancestors give me quiet encouragement when I needed it. I know the dead have been brought back to life," I came at her. This time we both went for body blows, knees, elbows and fists. She was not SD-caliber and she needed to be. I grappled and she was forced to tap out again. After she regained her feet, she held up a hand for a pause."Do you believe any of that?" she addressed Estere."I am an adherent of Ismaili Islam yet nothing Cáel has encountered is contrary to my belief system. The Universe is a complex place and the Divine Light is often seen through a fractured lenses," she counseled the nun."Among the escapees were lawyer Francisco Luemba, Catholic Priest Raul Tati, economist Belchior Lanso Tati and former policeman Benjamin Fuca who are serving jail sentences of between three and six years each for supposed links to the rebel group FLEC (Frente para a Libertaé'o do Enclave de Cabinda), which carried out the attack on the Togolese football team at the start of the Africa Cup of Nations in January, 2010," Agent-86 read off yet another bit of global minutia."We need to get to them," I half turned. Sister Rafaela punched me in the gut and I folded up."Oh!" she gasped. "I'm sorry.""Okay," I mumbled. I had to keep with the plan. "Those men. We need to contact our Coils people in Kinshasa and the Warden of the Mountain Ways ('she' was the Amazon Host's leader of Africa ~ in the ancient times, the mountain ways had been the routes of southern vulnerability for the Amazon tribe thus the name).""Okay," both Agent-86 and Estere answered."Why?" 86 added."The Coils and the Host have had a serious problem with no nation in Africa giving them even back room recognition so we are going to take over our own country, Cabinda. It's been struggling to be free of Angola since 1975 and, by latest estimates, we've got strike elements of over 2,000 Amazons ready and waiting next door in Cameroon, Gabon and the Republic of Congo.""So you are going to go to war with Angola?" Estere frowned. "Don't we have enough enemies?""Au contraire," I grinned wickedly. "The resistance movement is genuine," I ticked off my points, "they have tons of offshore oil, and after we set off some spectacular explosions in the two main Angolan ports which are just down the coast, we allow global panic to bully the UN into intervening before the Angolan military launch an effective counter-offensive ~ considering the Angolan Armed Forces (I'd been reading up on a ton of CIA & MI-6 briefings) will most likely involve attrition warfare since they can't beat us in a stand-up fight.""They, the Angolans, have no overland access, they are separated by 60 kilometers of territory belonging to the Democratic Republic of Congo over some sad ass roads Plus the Congo River itself which is freaking huge by the time it gets that close to the Atlantic, Cabinda rests on the Atlantic Ocean by the way. No bridges. The Angolan Navy is anemic. Let me think."I began pacing."Hmm, they have no paratroopers though they have some Special Forces, we will need to hit as many of them in the barracks as we can. Their last invasion was from the north, overland, from the Republic of the Congo, in 1975, not likely to happen this time, though I may have my 'Brother' weasel up a battalion of Indian paratroopers to act as convincing peacekeepers after the initial take over.""Perhaps we can recruit some Vietnamese. I'm sure they'll love fighting in someone else's jungle for a change. We'll need some of 'our' guys to seize the port of Soyo, it is on the wrong side of the river, but has the major refinery the Cabindans will need. Since the entire surrounding province are the same ethnic make-up as the Cabindans, we'll have to take that too.""Man-o-man, I bet by the time this is over they'll really wish they'd given little Cabinda independence back in 1975. As for their other refinery, it is in their capital, Luanda, a few big explosions there too will get the markets jittery. Check that ~ the complete and utter destruction of their major petroleum facility will create a stampede for Peace," I continued. I walked over as our resident computer intelligence genius worked his magic."Blowing things up, you mean killing people," the nun blanched."Yes. This is what I do," I spared her a sympathetic glance. "I've got a madman roaming around in my head who provides me truly epic military advice which normally, but not always, means blowing shit up and killing folks. Welcome to the team," then as the data appeared, "Holy Shit! Did they build their oil refinery in the midst of their ghetto?" I was staggered. The refinery in Soyo was isolated from the town so it could be easily (and safely) seized. It was the one in Luanda which was the 'Holy Shit' site."It looks that way," Agent-86 agreed nonplussed. "Hmm, yeah, here is the port facility then your neighborhood of shoddily constructed one- and two-story dwellings between the refinery and the inland storage tanks, the perimeter barrier appears to be a chain link fence. I'd hate to be their Chief of Security.""Oh yeah," I choked. Estere slipped around to get a look."Whoops," she snorted."What are these people thinking?" I continued. "The whole shebang is exposed to the northern quarter of the city. The storage tanks have residential dwellings on all four sides with numerous side streets. Two teams with RPGs and four rounds apiece, Holy Crap. Sorry Sister.""But I want to save lives," she sputtered."Limiting the collateral damage could be pretty tough," Estere frowned. She toggled throw a series of maps to multiple pictures."Oh, look (dripping sarcasm); they light up the refinery at night. You can sit off the coast in a speed boat under cover of darkness and attack from there," she noted."Damn. Those are a lot of lights," Agent-86 agreed."24-7 operation," I suspected."We will need some experts," the government agent nodded."Or we are going to kill a fuck-load of innocent people. Not just the workers, but can you imagine a fire spreading to those neighborhoods? Shit," I muttered."You can't seriously be contemplating doing something like this," the nun sputtered. "It is inhumane. Think of the families, the children.""Lady, yes I am. Do you have any idea what the Human Rights record of the Angolan Army in Cabinda is? It is truly horrific and in case you missed it, one of the guys in dire need of rescuing by me, due to him being a huge rebel leader who has managed to escape, is also a Catholic priest. He's going to be part of the new government we are going to install once we kill a few hundred Angolans ~ mostly soldiers (more like well over a thousand).""We are going to kill a few hundred so a few hundred thousand can live free, democratic lives without worrying about the local police and political establishment torturing and murdering them. It is all part of the plan.""I think I need to talk with the Bishop.""Hang on. Let me finish," I forestalled her. "He'll get briefed along with everyone else. After all, it is a majority Roman Catholic country as is Angola, so I'm sure your guy can be of immense help.""The people you are putting at risk don't deserve this," she protested."They never do," I nodded in agreement with her. "It rarely stops terrible crap from happening to them though."I felt sorry for the Sister. She thought the Bishop was going to put a stop to this. Poor girl; he was going to do the exact opposite. See, the two competing forces at play here were a communistic kleptocracy (currently ruling Angola) and Catholic liberation theology united with a Cabindan national identity dating back to 1885. At stake was 900,000 barrels a day of petroleum. That was a bunch of funding for somebody. Last I checked, the state run energy conglomerate had misplaced $32 billion, in just three years.Mind you, the Coils of the Serpent and the Amazon Host didn't want to help the People of Cabinda out of the goodness of their hearts either. They wanted cover for the importation of weapons and other war-fighting material so they could kill the Condottieri in Africa. If the rebel leaders-turned-legitimate government didn't play ball well, the Coils were in the 'assassinating people' business and somewhere along the line the survivors would figure out keeping 'us' happy kept them alive. Problem solved.It was Bishop Nicolé de Santis' job to facilitate that understanding. If certain people with Vatican credentials explained the 'facts of life' to the new regime a lot more lives could be saved, Catholic lives. In turn, he could work to make sure the new group in power wasn't nearly as corrupt as the gang we were tossing out. Better education and quality of life, improved infrastructure & security and a nice shiny cathedral, or two.We, as in JIKIT and our component members, didn't want to rule the country and dominate the people's lives. We needed the ports and the airfields with a blind eye turned to our skullduggery. Sure, there would be future considerations. Amazons and Coil members would be fighting and dying for these people's freedom ~ public recognition definitely not required. No; the Amazons wanted to be left alone in their deep jungle homes which was an isolation they basically already had. This was a future chit which said 'don't come looking'.The Coils? Let's just say in the future Cabinda would have embassies around the globe and if occasionally they wanted someone to slip through under diplomatic cover ~ they were good for it. And if the Cabindans ever needed help in the future they knew they had friends in dark places who were now invested in Cabinda's survival. It was a win-win-win, unless you were an Angolan big-wig, or one of their foot-soldier currently serving in Cabinda. Amazons weren't big on taking prisoners, or even giving the opposition the option of giving up.For me, it wasn't lunch yet and here I was plotting to overthrow yet another government in yet another country ~ though in only two, small provinces this time. Thank the Goddess I had the rest of the week

"Porque aquele que Deus enviou fala as Palavras de Deus; pois não lhe dá Deus o Espírito por medida.O Pai ama o Filho, e todas as coisas entregou nas Suas mãos.Aquele que crê no Filho tem a Vida Eterna; mas aquele que não crê no Filho não verá a vida, mas a ira de Deus sobre ele permanece." João 3:34-36

Denise Sabia has turned her own challenges into a mission of compassion through her nonprofit "Her Favorite Thing" – delivering what can only be described as a hug in a box to local moms facing difficult times. Organizing a community collection drive for Mother's Day, Denise is rallying friends and neighbors to share their favorite pampering items with women who could use a moment of self-care.Her innovative "favorite thing" parties have women across the community sharing beloved products and heartfelt notes with struggling moms. Denise believes small luxuries can make a big difference in someone's darkest days. Hand cream or a thoughtful note—can provide dignity and joy to someone during difficult times.Her Story is hosted by Kathy Romano and airs Sunday mornings at 7am on 93.3 WMMR-FM in Philadelphia. Follow Her Story on Instagram for a first look at each week’s guest.

Neste episódio, recebemos Lucas Pizzinatto, Head de Vendas do Purple Metrics, para um papo direto sobre como o Branding orientado a resultados pode acelerar o ciclo de vendas e gerar impacto estratégico para seu negócio.

Hello, Puzzlers! Puzzling with us today: filmmaker, pun champion, and creator of the popular "73 Questions" series, Joe Sabia! Join host A.J. Jacobs and his guests as they puzzle–and laugh–their way through new spins on old favorites, like anagrams and palindromes, as well as quirky originals such as “Ask AI” and audio rebuses. Subscribe to The Puzzler podcast wherever you get your podcasts! "The Puzzler with A.J. Jacobs" is distributed by iHeartPodcasts and is a co-production with Neuhaus Ideas. Our executive producers are Neely Lohmann and Adam Neuhaus of Neuhaus Ideas, and Lindsay Hoffman of iHeart Podcasts. The show is produced by Jody Avirgan and Brittani Brown of Roulette Productions. Our Chief Puzzle Officer is Greg Pliska. Our associate producer is Andrea Schoenberg.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hello, Puzzlers! Puzzling with us today: filmmaker, pun champion, and creator of the popular "73 Questions" series, Joe Sabia! Join host A.J. Jacobs and his guests as they puzzle–and laugh–their way through new spins on old favorites, like anagrams and palindromes, as well as quirky originals such as “Ask AI” and audio rebuses. Subscribe to The Puzzler podcast wherever you get your podcasts! "The Puzzler with A.J. Jacobs" is distributed by iHeartPodcasts and is a co-production with Neuhaus Ideas. Our executive producers are Neely Lohmann and Adam Neuhaus of Neuhaus Ideas, and Lindsay Hoffman of iHeart Podcasts. The show is produced by Jody Avirgan and Brittani Brown of Roulette Productions. Our Chief Puzzle Officer is Greg Pliska. Our associate producer is Andrea Schoenberg.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hello, Puzzlers! Puzzling with us today: filmmaker, pun champion, and creator of the popular "73 Questions" series, Joe Sabia! Join host A.J. Jacobs and his guests as they puzzle–and laugh–their way through new spins on old favorites, like anagrams and palindromes, as well as quirky originals such as “Ask AI” and audio rebuses. Subscribe to The Puzzler podcast wherever you get your podcasts! "The Puzzler with A.J. Jacobs" is distributed by iHeartPodcasts and is a co-production with Neuhaus Ideas. Our executive producers are Neely Lohmann and Adam Neuhaus of Neuhaus Ideas, and Lindsay Hoffman of iHeart Podcasts. The show is produced by Jody Avirgan and Brittani Brown of Roulette Productions. Our Chief Puzzle Officer is Greg Pliska. Our associate producer is Andrea Schoenberg.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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No ano em que cada mês parece ter 3000 dias, chegou o carnaval. Exceto nos lugares que já têm blocos e festas desde a virada do ano. Quem sou eu para julgar? Esse é o assunto de hoje, mas antes…Recadinhos➡ Estou publicando cris dicas em geral — mas normalmente livros — no meu canal do Instagram e no site crisdicas.com.br. Algumas indicações podem ter link de afiliados para eu ganhar uma comissão, mas todas são sinceras.➡ Não se esquece do nosso Discord, o melhor canto da Internet. O mais novo canal é o #comidinhas, onde o Robinho Bravo meio que ressuscitou o Coisas da Rua e todo mundo dá dicas de restaurantes e receitas.➡ Amanhã começa a nova fase do Clube de Cultura do Boa Noite Internet, com o livro Nação Dopamina.➡ Depois do carnaval, vou abrir a nova turma do Apresentashow, meu curso ao vivo que vai te ensinar a fazer apresentações no trabalho que são um espetáculo. Já deixa seu e-mail na lista de espera para ficar sabendo antes de todo mundo. Como sempre faço, vou dar sessões de mentoria grátis para as primeiras 10 pessoas que se matricularem.O Boa Noite Internet é uma publicação apoiada pelos leitores. Para receber novos posts e apoiar meu trabalho, cadastre-se em uma assinatura gratuita ou paga.Qual vai ser sua fantasia de carnaval?Quando eu era criança, eu tinha uma boa relação com o carnaval — tirando a parte de que meu aniversário muitas vezes era “atrapalhado” pela data. Porque… né? Carnaval! Verão, música, todo mundo alegre. Tentar ficar acordado para ver os desfiles na Globo, ser mandado pro quarto quando começavam as transmissões dos bailes de clube. Ir nas versões infantis destes bailes fantasiado de policial americano. Fora que a semana de carnaval era mais uma desculpa para ir encontrar a primalhada em Miguel Pereira e só curtir a vida mágica dos anos 1970 e 80.Na adolescência, me achei O Inteligentão quando entendi a conexão entre carnaval e quaresma. Não era a páscoa que vinha 40 dias depois do carnaval, mas o carnaval que acontecia 40 dias antes da páscoa. A festa era a despedida dos prazeres antes do período de abstinência radical. Foi assim que virei o adolescente chato que dizia: “Sabia que o carnaval é uma festa religiosa?” Já sou palestrinha desde cedo, como vocês podem ver.Até que, não tem tanto tempo assim, entendi que o carnaval não é só uma despedida da farra antes do jejum, é mais que a famosa “festa de Baco”. É um momento em que estamos autorizados a experimentar identidades diferentes das dos outros 360 dias do ano. De deixar de “ser” para somente “estar”.Sempre me chamou a atenção a contradição de o mesmo homem que seria considerado menos masculino (a maior desgraça possível na nossa sociedade) por usar uma camiseta rosa no trabalho poder sair de Sabrina Sato completa no bloco e ninguém questionar. Na quarta-feira, a fantasia volta para o armário (ou direto pro lixo), assim como a mudança. O que aconteceu no carnaval, acaba no carnaval.Ou uma pessoa com quem me relacionei no século passado, que hoje entendo que era uma das figuras mais conservadoras que já conheci. Mas que contava com orgulho como adorava sair em trio elétrico cheirando loló e competindo com as amigas pra ver quem beijava mais. E tudo bem, não havia conflito nem hipocrisia. É só carnaval.O carnaval não é só a festa da bebida ou da pegação — mas se quiser, pode. É o festival do “viva outras vidas”, materializado nas fantasias, só que muito mais do que “eu sou o Superomi”.Essa ideia de troca de papéis é antiga. Em Roma, séculos antes de Cristo, a Saturnália já promovia uma inversão social temporária. Durante esta festa, celebrada no solstício de inverno (a época do Natal, que também foi influenciado pelo festival de Saturno), os romanos suspendiam as regras da sociedade. Escravos e senhores trocavam de lugar — não só simbolicamente, mas em aspectos práticos da vida. Os escravos podiam comer à mesa com seus senhores, vestir suas roupas, falar sem restrições e até dar ordens. Os senhores os serviam. Lojas, escolas e tribunais fechavam. Guerras eram interrompidas.Os romanos usavam o pileus — um chapéu cônico que simbolizava a liberdade — e trocavam presentes simples como velas e pequenas estatuetas. As ruas se enchiam, a cidade inteira se entregava a banquetes, bebedeiras e jogos de azar, normalmente restritos. Um “rei da folia” era escolhido por sorteio para presidir o caos festivo.Quando o cristianismo virou a religião oficial do império, a igreja tentou substituir essas festas pagãs por celebrações em nome de Jesus, mas o espírito de inversão social já estava enraizado na cultura. Assim, o desejo humano de escapar temporariamente das regras encontrou novos caminhos, novos nomes e novas datas no calendário, mesmo na própria estrutura eclesiástica. Na Europa medieval, a mais famosa destas festas foi a festum fatuorum, a “Festa dos Tolos”, celebrada por clérigos em igrejas da França. Durante um dia, os padres de menor hierarquia zombavam de seus superiores, escolhiam um “Bispo dos Tolos” e realizavam paródias de cerimônias religiosas. Não só o sagrado virava profano, o sério se transformava em cômico.Existia também a Festa do Asno (festum asinorum, porque tudo fica mais católico em latim), onde um burrico era levado para dentro da igreja e celebrado como figura central, em homenagem ao corajoso animal que carregou a Sagrada Família na fuga para o Egito. Ao final da missa, em vez de dizer “vão em paz”, o padre zurrava três vezes, e o público respondia também com zurros no lugar do tradicional “amém”. A Igreja acabou proibindo as duas celebrações nos anos 1400, mas a ideia de um período de licença social não desapareceu.O nosso Rei Momo é a personificação moderna desta tradição de troca-troca. Ele não é o rei de verdade, mas por quatro dias recebe as chaves da cidade e instala seu reinado temporário. A confusão começa, a ordem é invertida, a zoeira impera. A origem do personagem está em Momo, deus grego da zombaria e do sarcasmo, o primeiro sarcasticuzão, sempre pronto pra apontar defeitos, mesmo nos outros deuses — que levou, ora ora, à sua expulsão do Olimpo. Quando a figura chegou ao Brasil no século 19, a ideia era coroar um homem gordo, bonachão, comilão e beberrão para simbolizar os excessos permitidos naqueles dias. É o anti-rei perfeito, que governa não pela austeridade, mas pela permissividade. A escolha do Momo carioca é evento oficial da prefeitura.E tem que ser. A coroação do Rei Momo é um ritual carregado de significado. O prefeito entrega as chaves da cidade ao rei da folia, numa encenação que diz algo como: “O poder real fica suspenso. Agora quem manda é a festa.”Em um mundo cada vez mais centrado na identidade, o carnaval é a hora de ser quem você não é, em uma sociedade que, ali, não funciona mais nas regras anteriores. Mas nem todo mundo se aproveita disso e fica preso nos seus personagens. É por isso que tenho uma leve implicância com um bloco de São Paulo que só toca “punk e rock pesado” (em ritmo de carnaval). Porque seus fundadores não querem ouvir essas “músicas chatas”, sejam elas marchinhas, sambas ou Ivete. Era pra ser inclusivo, achei só preconceituoso.Se o carnaval é o momento de dissolvermos nossas identidades para tentar outras experiências, toca Arerê sim, pô! Deixa os Ratos de Porão pro resto do ano. Mas tudo bem, sábado pularemos lá, porque carnaval também é estar com a nossa galera. Tenho até amigos que são roqueiros.Toda essa história de inversão da ordem se encaixa com o cristianismo ser considerado “a religião do perdão”. Jesus morreu pelos nossos pecados. Jesus existe para perdoar nossos pecados. E o carnaval é o maior perdão do ano. Enquanto aquela prefeita do Maranhão quer trocar o carnaval por um evento gospel (parece que vai rolar mesmo), dá para tentar ver o feriado não como uma contradição aos valores cristãos, mas seu complemento necessário. E se a reza ficasse pra, sei lá, pensando alto aqui, os 40 dias depois do carnaval? Desruptei agora, diz aí.Mas calma. Carnaval não é bagunça. É o famoso “se combinar direitinho…”, mas tem que combinar. Quando eu era um garoto juvenil, comecei a namorar uma menina poucas semanas antes do carnaval. Ela já estava com viagem marcada para a Região dos Lagos e, quando nos encontramos na quarta-feira, tinha um cara na porta da casa dela. Foi o primeiro “é meu primo” da minha carreira. Tudo bem, eu sobrevivi. Era só ter combinado.Então, apesar de todo esse papo de inversão, o carnaval também tem que ter muito respeito. Não é porque na quarta-feira tudo está perdoado que você vai beijar quem não quer ser beijado, ou abusar do espaço do amiguinho. Fantasia não é salvo-conduto. “Não é não” segue valendo. A inversão de papéis funciona ao haver consentimento de todas as partes envolvidas.O que me traz de volta ao cara que se veste de mulher no carnaval, mas não “vira gay” no resto do ano. A questão não é tão simples quanto parece. Ele pode se vestir de mulher, de indígena ou de qualquer fantasia sem consequências de longo prazo. A quarta-feira chega, ele volta ao terno, à vida normal, ao privilégio. O mesmo não acontece no sentido inverso, né? Eu fico aqui imaginando uma cena de carnaval onde um cara vestido de mulher é assediado por uma mulher vestida de homem.O carnaval é uma tentativa de quebra das relações de poder, mas essas relações continuam existindo, é claro. O cidadão romano sabe que não virou escravo para sempre. É só brincadeirinha. Idolatramos drag queens e pessoas trans por quatro dias para, logo depois, voltarmos a uma sociedade que as marginaliza. Vivemos no país que lidera o ranking de assassinatos de pessoas trans.Lá atrás, o carnaval era um jeito dos reis e papas dizerem “aproveitem aí, acreditem que vocês agora estão no poder”. Será que mudou? O negro vira estrela da TV, a mulher vira rainha (da bateria), o morador da comunidade é destaque do samba-enredo. Até mesmo o contraventor que financia a escola é aplaudido na avenida. Ali pode, depois volte para onde você veio, por favor.Se é assim, o carnaval é uma verdadeira quebra ou só uma válvula de escape que mantém tudo como sempre foi? O historiador russo Mikhail Bakhtin dizia que o riso e a festa podem ser subversivos, mas também podem servir para reforçar o sistema. A inversão temporária alivia as tensões sem ameaçar a estrutura. Se sabemos que tudo volta ao normal na quarta-feira, não há perigo real de mudança. A transgressão é permitida porque é passageira. Visto assim, o carnaval é uma festa de inversão de papéis e, por isso mesmo, um ritual de aceitação do resto do ano.Quem acompanhou o Clube de Cultura de “A crise da narração”, vai lembrar de Byung-Chul Han contando que antes da chegada do “storyselling” os feriados tinham função narrativa, contavam uma história coletiva. Hoje, viraram só mais uma data para o consumo, o próximo presente a ser comprado. Será que o carnaval é a última das festas que ainda carrega um significado, ou também virou só “vou beber muito”? Para mim, parte da resposta está em todos os “pré-carnavais” e “carnaval fora de época”. Não há calendário nem ritual, só uma balada temática.Mas esse não é o assunto de hoje. Só quero dizer o seguinte: aproveite o carnaval para tentar ser quem você não é. Pense no que a palavra fantasia pode significar. Nem que seja algo simples como “menos crítico comigo mesmo” ou “não ficar pensando no amanhã”. Imagine possibilidades. Talvez o você do carnaval tenha alguma coisa pra ensinar ao você do resto do ano. De um jeito ou de outro, tudo se acaba na quarta-feira.Por hoje é sóCuidem de si, cuidem dos seus. Mais que tudo, divirtam-se. Até a próxima.crisdias This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit boanoiteinternet.com.br/subscribe

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