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Sho Genge! You are tuned into Venues & Menus With Sis G.U. Welcome to the Venue! This baby is the N Line edition peep the sporty red accents and the paddle shifters. Very on brand for today's guest: bold, driven, and in full control
Sometimes the smallest things create the biggest shift. Lately, I've been reminded how something as simple as breathing, something we do automatically, can completely change how we feel. It's easy to forget that breath is both instinct and invitation. When I guide a yoga class or begin a shamanic reiki session, I always start with three unifying breaths. Each one feels like a soft landing, a way to come home to myself before I do anything else. It's a quiet reminder that calm isn't something we chase; it's something we breathe into being. Let's take a moment to breathe together now: The first breath will be a nourishing breath. Inhale deeply, exhale, let it out. The second breath will be a cleansing breath. Inhale deeply, exhale, let it out. And the last breath will be a rejuvenating breath. Inhale deeply, exhale, let it out. Then, just settle back into the natural rhythm of your own breath. On this Wise Walk, we'll look at how intentional breathing can nourish and even rewire your nervous system. We'll pause long enough to notice when we hold our breath, especially in those moments when life feels a bit too fast or too heavy. And we'll experiment with simple ways to release that tension, like box breathing or the 4-7-8 rhythm, so the body can find its own natural balance again. So as you walk, breathe, and listen, see if you can feel how each inhale steadies you and each exhale clears space for a calmer, more connected you. Do you notice the natural rhythm of your breath, or do you sometimes catch yourself holding it without realizing? When stress or anticipation builds, can you sense the moment your breath becomes shallow or tight? How does it feel when you pause and guide your breath back to a slower, steadier rhythm? Can you sense the shifts in your body as your breath begins to calm your nervous system? What practices help you stay connected to your breath when life feels fast or heavy? When you feel tension rise, how can you use your breath to bring yourself back to balance? How can you create time and space in your day to practice deep, intentional breathing that nourishes and restores you? As you move through the rest of your day, notice the moments when you can come back to your breath. Let it steady you. Let it clear space for calm, connection, and whatever comes next. I hope this Wise Walk reminded you that your breath is both your anchor and your reset button. Until next Thursday, keep tuning in, breathing deeply, and honoring the rhythm that keeps you aligned with your heart and your True Stride. In this episode: [04:40] There have been times in my life where I certainly catch myself holding my breath. [05:37] What I love about the three unifying breaths is that three deep breaths resets the nervous system. [06:12] There is scientific backing that supports this. Deep breathing will rewire our nervous systems. [07:21] I also catch myself holding my breath during a deep tissue massage. Breathwork can help us breathe through stress and cleanse. [08:25] The box breath is on counts of four. You inhale for a count of four. Then you hold for a count of four. Exhale for a count of four. Hold for a count of four. Repeat. [09:18] Being intentional about rewiring our nervous system is a great skill for all of us to have. [10:34] Box breathing is a beautiful rhythmic structure that gives us focus. [11:59] Breath work is always a focus like when we exercise. [12:41] You could also try the 4-7-8 practice. Inhale for four breaths. Hold for seven. Exhale for eight. [15:20] Scan your body to see how these practices help you. Memorable Quotes: "Every time we take three deep breaths, we give our nervous system a chance to reset." - Mary Tess "When we hold our breath, we hold tension. When we breathe deeply, we create space for ease." - Mary Tess "Breathwork is a bridge between the body and the mind. It reconnects what stress tries to separate." - Mary Tess Links and Resources: Mary Tess Rooney Email Heart Value Facebook | LinkedIn | Twitter | Instagram
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In this enlightening episode, host Dr. Laura Scherck Wittcoff talks with Christine Buckley, the Executive Director and Board President of the Brain Aneurysm Foundation. The episode delves into the complexities and risks associated with brain aneurysms, highlighting the critical nature of early diagnosis and proper treatment. **Key Discussion Points:** 1. **Understanding Brain Aneurysms:** - The brain's intricate role as an organ and the devastating impacts when an aneurysm occurs. - Statistical insights into the prevalence and rupture rates of brain aneurysms. 2. **Personal Stories and Advocacy:** - Christine shares touching personal stories of individuals affected by brain aneurysms, emphasizing the unpredictability and severity of the condition. - The importance of self-advocacy in healthcare. 3. **Advancements in Treatment:** - How modern advancements have made treatments less invasive and more efficient. - The ongoing challenge of misdiagnosis and delayed treatment. 4. **Foundation Initiatives:** - The Brain Aneurysm Foundation's role in research, advocacy, and education. - The "Scan to Save" initiative is designed to improve early detection and healthcare provider education. 5. **Impact of Education and Awareness:** - Strategies to increase awareness and understanding of brain aneurysms among the public and healthcare professionals. - The importance of sharing information through social media and community outreach. 6. **Challenges and Future Goals:** - The need for more widespread awareness and support to prevent rupture-related fatalities and disabilities. - Christine's vision for a world free from the dangers of brain aneurysms and the continuous effort to secure research funding. **Call to Action:** Listeners are encouraged to share the podcast episode, follow the Brain Aneurysm Foundation on social media, and help spread awareness about the signs, symptoms, and importance of early detection of brain aneurysms. **Links and Resources:** - [Brain Aneurysm Foundation Website](www.bafound.org) - Social Media: [Facebook](www.facebook.com/bafound), [X](x.com/BAFOUND), [Instagram](www.instagram.com/bafound), [LinkedIn] (www.linkedin.com/company/the-brain-aneurysm-foundation) [YouTube](www.youtube.com/user/brainaneurysmfound For more Small & Gutsy episodes: https://smallandgutsy.org/episodes/
Want more Coach Kim in your life? Join the Total Female Hockey or Orange Machine newsletters - all details and differences can be found here: https://totalfemalehockey.com/subscribe-orange-machine/"You don't decide your future. You decide your habits. And your habits decide your future."In this quick 13 minute episode, Coach Kim breaks down the 5 key habits that every hockey player must have in order to make an impact on every shift.
The second leg of President Donald Trump's diplomacy tour in Asia has begun in Japan. Yesterday saw the worst flight delays since the government shutdown began. Trump's admission he had an MRI scan has raised fresh concerns about his health. We explain why Canada and the US could be losing their measles elimination status. Plus, why Halloween Candy may taste differently this year. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
It's that time of year where we try and delve into the strange and scary for our Halloween episode and this time, we've hit upon altered states (not the Ken Russell film) where our heroes undergo a strange transformation, in TOS ‘Wolf in the Fold,' Bones' obsession with getting Scotty laid ends in a lot of mysterious stabbings that date back to Victorian London while in Voyager's ‘Darkling,' the Doctor's attempt to improve himself by adding bits of other people into him starts making him very large in the tooth and a little too psychosexual towards Kes while in DS9's ‘Empok Nor,' O'Brien, Nog, Garak and a collection of clearly important side characters go to a deserted Cardassian Space Station to steal some wiring ends with psychotropic drug-induced violence. Typical. Happy Halloween!Episodes Discussed: A Wolf In the Fold (13:19) Darkling (42:06) Empok Nor (01:11:42)Talking Points Include: The European cut of Kubrick's ‘The Shining,' Horror Movies, We HATE Pan and Scan, Weird UK Film edits, Bones clearly wanting to get laid, my God, they do a seance, Robert Bloch and Harlan Ellison's twin Ripper stories in ‘Dangerous Visions,' censorship and no Kirk shirt rip for drugs this time, Jack the Ripper in other SF franchises, no walk of shame for Kes, Picardo's make-up leads to a lesson about old special effects, the Civilization Gandhi glitch, does Kes actually grown over her four years, CSI Tuvok, Jeremy Renner-gy, when romantic comedies have to make the rival partner an utter jerk, Robert Picardo with hair is amazing, MMMbop, Tom Waits covering Disney, ‘Cardies' does not work as a derogatory slur, what Brighton sounds like, Garak Bashir and O'Brian probably don't hang out at the same time, the original plan with Worf vs. Garak would not have been as fun, Nog trying too hard, ‘Bolian Dies First,' there's probably a meeting about Garak being a spy.
Welcome to Learn Polish Podcast. In this episode Ania and Roy share personal memories of school and discuss how education could be reformed — covering strict teaching methods, the focus on memorization and exams, the value of practical life skills, homeschooling, hybrid learning, and how AI might change the teacher's role. You can find all episodes at learnpolishpodcast.com and on Bitchute, YouTube and Rumble. Lessons with Ania are available in Polish or Spanish; links are in the show notes. Scan the QR code or visit roikon.com to see my six podcasts, podcast coaching and school group, and go to VA.world for virtual assistant services. I have just launched my PodFather Podcast Coach Community https://www.skool.com/podfather/about Start your own SKOOl Academy https://www.skool.com/signup?ref=c72a37fe832f49c584d7984db9e54b71 All about Roy / Brain Gym & Virtual Assistants at https://roycoughlan.com/
Do you think Pliny the Elder and Pliny the Younger ever had a magic act where Pliny the Elder would climb into a big wooden box with whatever the Latin is for "PLINY THE ELDER'S DE-AGING DEVICE" written on it. Then Pliny the Younger would jump out of the box and say "behold, it is I, Pliny the Elder but younger. But you may call me simply Pliny." Then William Pitt, who had been watching from backstage, calls his dad on the phone and says "Pitt! Pitt the Elder! It's your son, Pitt the Younger. You know that new sound you're looking for? Well listen to this!" and then he holds the phone towards the stage, not understanding that telephones can't convey a magic act that ended twenty seconds ago. "Pitt the Disappointment, more like," says Pitt the Elder on the phone to no one. In this episode. Steve gets scanned. Log gets Zimmed. Joe gets secrets. Charmed I'm sure.
Get THE Leftover Pieces APP & don't miss anything! CLICK HERE TODAY -- Integration is mostly editing—conserving what helps, quietly retiring what doesn't.Journal prompt: “If I gave my energy a budget, I'd spend more on… and less on…” Scan this month for flickers that actually eased a day—witnessing, one brick finished, a boundary honored, light as companion—and keep them on purpose. Rebuild with a quick three-column check: KEEP (works), DROP (drains), ADJUST (tweak). Aim for three bullets total; simple wins. Then step by committing to one change—schedule the keeper as a repeating block, remove a drainer from the calendar, or place an object (candle, water bottle, bracelet) where it will cue the tweak.Choose-your-energy menu:Hollow (low): Write one KEEP item. Stop there.Healing (medium): Do the full three-column check and circle one line.Becoming (higher): Put the circled item on your calendar with a repeat.To end today:Editing your grief life is an act of respect—for your person and for your nervous system. After suicide loss, you don't owe the world the version of you that bleeds the most to prove you loved them. Keep what steadies you, drop what drains you, and adjust the practices that almost work. This is not giving up; it's maturing your care. Let the metrics be honest: Did I breathe easier? Did recovery time shorten? Did I feel even a sliver more like myself? Put the keepers on repeat and let the rest go without a courtroom trial. Your energy is finite and precious; spend it where love can actually build something. Exhale. Keep what serves you; leave the rest. I'll be here again tomorrow.
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How Eldar Cohen Scaled from Hands-On Labor to a Seven-Figure SEO Business—And Created One of the Most Powerful Local SEO Tools Available In this inspiring episode of Local SEO Tactics, Bob Brennan sits down with Eldar Cohen, founder of Local Dominator and Local Wiz, to discuss his incredible journey from being a garage door technician to building a multi-seven-figure digital marketing empire. Eldar shares the real-world grit, failures, and breakthroughs that shaped his rise in the SEO industry and how his AI-enhanced rank tracking tool, Local Dominator, is helping agencies and local businesses win in the ever-evolving search landscape. What You'll Learn How Eldar transitioned from garage door repair to dominating local search markets Why branding is the first SEO step and how leverage fuels business scalability Eldar's take on the future of search, the role of LLMs, and why SEO is not dead, it's just evolving Ready to take your local SEO to the next level? Scan the QR code in the episode or visit LocalDominator.io to learn more about how you track rankings across Google Maps or go to localseotactics.com/free-gmb-audit/ for a free instant Google Business Profile Audit today! https://www.localseotactics.com/eldar-cohen-local-dominator-seo-journey/
The CPG Guys are joined in this episode by Harvey Ma, VP/GM of Sam's Club MAP, the club format's retail media division.Follow Harvey on LinkedIn at: https://www.linkedin.com/in/harveyma8/Follow Sam's Club MAP on LinkedIn at: https://www.linkedin.com/company/sams-club-map/Follow Sam's Club MAP online at: https://map.samsclub.com/Here's what we asked Harvey: Based on the vision you shared, how are you seeking for MAP to evolve under your leadership?I mentioned that, earlier this year, you launched Scan & Go Ads. At that early stage there were some inventory limitations. Would you first share with our audience the details behind what Scan & Go Ads are and how they work and then give us an update on the inventory availability situation? Are there more enhancements coming?Speaking with brand advertisers, we know how important transparent closed-loop measurement is to their investment decisions. How is MAP standing out in its class in delivering to brands what they seek?We've heard about MAP's Omni-Impact solution. What is it and why is should this be meaningful to brand advertisers?Continuing along with the theme of differentiated solutions, what is MAP offering around its Retail Experience Network and omnichannel experiences that are of note, particularly highlighting a case study?We often speak with your counterparts in Walmart at Connect in the US and abroad,notably Canada and Chile. They often speak about collaboration, leveraging shared capabilities, platforms, etc. How is MAP collaborating on solutions with other parts of the organization and how are you charting differentiated experiences because of your format?CES is coming up in a few short months. We hear you have more big plans in store for the 2026 event. What can you preview for our audience and how are you seeking to engage with brand advertisers at the event?You're here for a few days at Groceryshop seeing what the future of the industry is CPG Guys Website: http://CPGguys.comFMCG Guys Website: http://FMCGguys.comRhea Raj's Website: http://rhearaj.comLara Raj in Katseye: https://www.katseye.world/DISCLAIMER: The content in this podcast episode is provided for general informational purposes only. By listening to our episode, you understand that no information contained in this episode should be construed as advice from CPGGUYS, LLC or the individual author, hosts, or guests, nor is it intended to be a substitute for research on any subject matter. Reference to any specific product or entity does not constitute an endorsement or recommendation by CPGGUYS, LLC. The views expressed by guests are their own and their appearance on the program does not imply an endorsement of them or any entity they represent. CPGGUYS LLC expressly disclaims any and all liability or responsibility for any direct, indirect, incidental, special, consequential or other damages arising out of any individual's use of, reference to, or inability to use this podcast or the information we presented in this podcast.
► Giraffe360 Special Offer: https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan --- WGAN-TV Podcast | Giraffe360 Webinar #6: Sell Listings 7 Days Faster with AI-Powered Marketing -- How can real estate photographers help agents cut days on market using AI and immersive media? -- What new Giraffe360 features are changing how listings are marketed across every platform? Guest Co-Hosts: • Mikus Opelts (Founder & CEO, Giraffe360) • Samy Jeffries (Chief Customer Officer, Giraffe360) Guests: • Casey G. (Arizona) • Nick Powell (United Kingdom) In this WGAN-TV Podcast episode, Mikus Opelts and Samy Jeffries share how the Giraffe360 platform is redefining the speed and reach of real-estate marketing. Viewers see how AI automation and immersive media shorten sales cycles by a full week compared with market averages. The team walks through Giraffe360 Content Studio and Giraffe360 Listing Spotlight, showing how photographers and agents can generate property websites, email campaigns, and social posts in minutes—all from a single scan. Casey G. and Nick Powell explain how they package photos, floor plans, and short-form videos into high-impact marketing kits that drive results across Instagram Reels, TikTok, and YouTube Shorts. Key Takeaways ✓ The Giraffe360 platform reduces average days on market by one week versus similar listings. ✓ Gaussian Splat Videos automatically create cinematic, vertical fly-throughs optimized for social platforms. ✓ Interactive 3D floor plans increase user engagement by 60 percent and double average session time. ✓ AI-powered production pipeline renders and packages media automatically—no manual editing needed. ✓ Fixed pricing at $360/month replaces per-project fees with unlimited rendering (fair-use ≈ 60 projects/month). Special Offer for WGAN Community Try the Giraffe PRO Camera for 60 days with 10 residential listings for $123 per month. https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan Special Offer ► Try Giraffe PRO Camera Risk-Free for 60 Days. ► Just $123 per month for two months with no long-term commitment. ► Scan up to 10 complete property listings. Includes all add ons. ► For full details and to order, visit: https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan
Cryptocurrencies are increasingly moving beyond being seen as an investment asset as users find more real-world uses in everyday contexts. It appears that crypto is becoming more like cash – with users prepared to use it as the point of sale. Crypto payments specialist MoneyBadger recently signed a deal with fintech Scan to Pay allowing crypto wallet users pay at more than 650 000 stores nationwide. In this episode of the TechCentral Show, MoneyBadger CEO Carel van Wyk and Luno country manager for South Africa Christo de Wit tell TechCentral's Nathi Ndlovu about what the partnership means for crypto platforms, their users and the broader economy. Van Wyk and De Wit delve into: • The mindset shift that happens when users move from being crypto investors to day-to-day users of digital currencies; • How crypto payments allow for immediate settlement in rands and what that means for merchants and users; • How merchants benefit by supporting crypto payments at their stores; • Why a crypto investor might want to consider using it to make payments; • The tax implications that must be considered before investing in or using crypto for payments; • The role cryptocurrencies play in promoting financial inclusion; and • The role cryptocurrencies will play as the Reserve Bank modernises the National Payment System. Don't miss an interesting discussion! TechCentral
► Giraffe360 Special Offer: https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan --- WGAN-TV Podcast | Giraffe360 Webinar #6: Sell Listings 7 Days Faster with AI-Powered Marketing -- How can real estate photographers help agents cut days on market using AI and immersive media? -- What new Giraffe360 features are changing how listings are marketed across every platform? Guest Co-Hosts: • Mikus Opelts (Founder & CEO, Giraffe360) • Samy Jeffries (Chief Customer Officer, Giraffe360) Guests: • Casey G. (Arizona) • Nick Powell (United Kingdom) In this WGAN-TV Podcast episode, Mikus Opelts and Samy Jeffries share how the Giraffe360 platform is redefining the speed and reach of real-estate marketing. Viewers see how AI automation and immersive media shorten sales cycles by a full week compared with market averages. The team walks through Giraffe360 Content Studio and Giraffe360 Listing Spotlight, showing how photographers and agents can generate property websites, email campaigns, and social posts in minutes—all from a single scan. Casey G. and Nick Powell explain how they package photos, floor plans, and short-form videos into high-impact marketing kits that drive results across Instagram Reels, TikTok, and YouTube Shorts. Key Takeaways ✓ The Giraffe360 platform reduces average days on market by one week versus similar listings. ✓ Gaussian Splat Videos automatically create cinematic, vertical fly-throughs optimized for social platforms. ✓ Interactive 3D floor plans increase user engagement by 60 percent and double average session time. ✓ AI-powered production pipeline renders and packages media automatically—no manual editing needed. ✓ Fixed pricing at $360/month replaces per-project fees with unlimited rendering (fair-use ≈ 60 projects/month). Special Offer for WGAN Community Try the Giraffe PRO Camera for 60 days with 10 residential listings for $123 per month. https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan Special Offer ► Try Giraffe PRO Camera Risk-Free for 60 Days. ► Just $123 per month for two months with no long-term commitment. ► Scan up to 10 complete property listings. Includes all add ons. ► For full details and to order, visit: https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan
Special Offer ► Try Giraffe PRO Camera Risk-Free for 60 Days. ► Just $123 per month for two months with no long-term commitment. ► Scan up to 10 complete property listings. Includes all add ons. ► For full details and to order, visit: https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan Hi All, In this WGAN-TV Podcast episode (above), Sparks Media Group Founder Tom Sparks (@SparksMediaGroup) shares his first real-world experience using the Giraffe PRO Camera, currently in beta testing. Follow along as Tom scans a residential listing and documents the entire process — from setup to capture to still-photo workflow. Tom provides valuable Giraffe PRO Camera insights for real estate photographers (and real estate agents considering an upgrade from the Giraffe GO Camera). You'll see how the motorized tripod, adjustable heights, and advanced processing features improve image quality, speed, and deliverables for 3D tours, cinematic videos and HD photos (and more). Tom also compares scan frequency, capture time, and workflow improvements over the Giraffe GO Cam — plus practical field tips that only an experienced beta tester can share. If you've ever wondered what it's like to handle a Giraffe PRO Camera on a real shoot, this deep dive delivers a firsthand look at performance, reliability, and output quality. Topics Include: ✓ Setting up and calibrating the Giraffe PRO Camera ✓ Field performance during a 2,200 sq ft home scan ✓ Tripod automation, height adjustment, and connectivity insights ✓ Best practices for lighting, scan spacing, and doorway coverage ✓ Still-photo workflow and HD photo capture ✓ Real-world battery life and data management ✓ Business considerations: pricing, turnaround, and client value Special Offer for WGAN Community Members: Get a 60-day We Get Around Network exclusive trial of the Giraffe PRO Camera for just $123 per month (standard plan $223/month). With this offer, you'll receive: ► Try Giraffe PRO Camera Risk-Free for 60 Days. ► Just $123 per month for two months with no long-term commitment. ► Scan up to 10 complete property listings. Includes all add ons. ► For full details and to order, visit: https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan Try the Giraffe PRO Camera risk-free for 60 days. ► www.WGAN.info/giraffe360-pro Contact Info Tom Sparks Founder and CEO Sparks Media Group / ScanYourSpace Suisun City, California Giraffe PRO Camera or Giraffe360? Best, Dan Smigrod Founder and Managing Editor We Get Around Network Forum Atlanta
The traditional "scan, find, patch" method is falling short against today's threat landscape. In this episode, Mark Goldenberg, Sr. Security Solutions Architect at Defy Security, outlines a modern approach to vulnerability management. Tune in to learn how to level-up your proactive security efforts by focusing on risk prioritization, fostering collaboration, and defining metrics to measure success.+ + +Find more episodes on YouTube or wherever you listen to podcasts, as well as at netspi.com/agentofinfluence.
offer.giraffe360.com/wgan WGAN-TV Podcast: Giraffe PRO Camera Asset Review with a REALTOR ► Special Offer ✅ Try Giraffe PRO Camera Risk-Free for 60 Days. ✅ Just $123 per month for two months with no long-term commitment. ✅ Scan up to 10 complete property listings. Includes all add ons. ✅ For full details and to order, visit: https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan What does a REALTOR think of all the digital assets that were generated from a Giraffe PRO Camera beta test shoot? Stay tuned ... In this episode of the WGAN-TV Podcast, Guest Host Tom Sparks (Founder and CEO, Sparks Media Group) sits down with REALTOR Mike Martin of InMotion Real Estate to explore the real-world impact of the Giraffe PRO Camera on real estate marketing. Together, they conduct a hands-on “asset review” of a real property scan — 330 Sussex Circle in Vacaville, California — to evaluate every deliverable that the Giraffe360 platform automatically produces: 3D virtual tours, HDR photos, detailed floor plans, and a short-form marketing video. Mike shares his first impressions of the visual quality, accuracy, and workflow efficiency, while Tom explains how the all-in-one system streamlines production for REALTORS and media professionals. Their discussion highlights how the Giraffe PRO Camera eliminates the need for multiple vendors, reduces turnaround time to as little as 24 hours, and provides consistent, professional results across every listing. Key takeaways include ► The ability to create complete marketing packages from a single scan session. ► How Giraffe360's automated HDR and floor plan generation save hours of post-production time. ► The marketing value of pairing 3D virtual tours with accurate measurements and auto-generated videos. ► The business advantage of offering same-day or next-day delivery to clients. By the end of this WGAN-TV Podcast episode, viewers will understand how Giraffe360 enables REALTORS and real estate media professionals to elevate their listings, build brand consistency, and deliver faster results — all while simplifying their workflow. Questions about the Giraffe PRO Camera? Contact Info Tom Sparks Founder and CEO Sparks Media Group / ScanYourSpace Suisun City, California We Get Around Network Forum Atlanta
offer.giraffe360.com/wgan WGAN-TV Podcast: Giraffe PRO Camera Asset Review with a REALTOR ► Special Offer ✅ Try Giraffe PRO Camera Risk-Free for 60 Days. ✅ Just $123 per month for two months with no long-term commitment. ✅ Scan up to 10 complete property listings. Includes all add ons. ✅ For full details and to order, visit: https://offer.giraffe360.com/wgan What does a REALTOR think of all the digital assets that were generated from a Giraffe PRO Camera beta test shoot? Stay tuned ... In this episode of the WGAN-TV Podcast, Guest Host Tom Sparks (Founder and CEO, Sparks Media Group) sits down with REALTOR Mike Martin of InMotion Real Estate to explore the real-world impact of the Giraffe PRO Camera on real estate marketing. Together, they conduct a hands-on “asset review” of a real property scan — 330 Sussex Circle in Vacaville, California — to evaluate every deliverable that the Giraffe360 platform automatically produces: 3D virtual tours, HDR photos, detailed floor plans, and a short-form marketing video. Mike shares his first impressions of the visual quality, accuracy, and workflow efficiency, while Tom explains how the all-in-one system streamlines production for REALTORS and media professionals. Their discussion highlights how the Giraffe PRO Camera eliminates the need for multiple vendors, reduces turnaround time to as little as 24 hours, and provides consistent, professional results across every listing. Key takeaways include ► The ability to create complete marketing packages from a single scan session. ► How Giraffe360's automated HDR and floor plan generation save hours of post-production time. ► The marketing value of pairing 3D virtual tours with accurate measurements and auto-generated videos. ► The business advantage of offering same-day or next-day delivery to clients. By the end of this WGAN-TV Podcast episode, viewers will understand how Giraffe360 enables REALTORS and real estate media professionals to elevate their listings, build brand consistency, and deliver faster results — all while simplifying their workflow. Questions about the Giraffe PRO Camera? Contact Info Tom Sparks Founder and CEO Sparks Media Group / ScanYourSpace Suisun City, California We Get Around Network Forum Atlanta
This episode narrates the story of the Maoist terrorist Saket Rajan who was encountered in police action more than 20 years ago. His story is a warning of how Leftist indoctrination pushes generations of youth into anti-national activities. Saket Rajan was brainwashed into Maoism on the campus of the Indian Institute of Mass Communication (IIMC). When he passed away, the whole Leftist - Maoist ecosystem armtwisted the late Karnataka Chief Minister Dharam Singh into celebrating him as a martyr. Prominent members of this ecosystem include Gauri Lankesh, Harsh Mander, Mahashweta Devi, Nandini Sundar and others. Tune into the full episode! Support Our PodcastsIf you enjoyed this episode, please consider supporting The Dharma Dispatch podcast so we can offer more such interesting, informative and educational content related to Indian History, Sanatana Dharma, Hindu Culture and current affairs. It takes us months of rigorous research, writing and editing and significant costs to offer this labour of love.Ways you can Support The Dharma Podcast:* UPI: ddispatch@axl* Wallets, Netbanking, etc.* Scan the QR Code below. Get full access to The Dharma Dispatch Digest at thedharmadispatch.substack.com/subscribe
Cabin Cousins: Part 6 Saying Goodbye; for now. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. Chapter Twenty. On the drive home, I felt good, like really good. I felt like things were actually going to start changing for the better. Reveling in this feeling, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision. I stopped my car in a random parking lot and pulled out my phone. One of the guys that I used to work with, Carl, liked to go to this little bar in Superior to hang out with friends and have a few drinks. There was a whole group of guys from work that would go regularly, but Carl was the only one who never stopped asking. For one reason or another, I never took him up on it, and I haven't seen any of them since I stopped being able to go to work. He answered after a few rings. "Hi, it's Charles, from work." "Charles? Hey buddy! How are you doing?" He sounded happy to hear from me. "Oh, I've been hanging in there. How's the store since I left?" At the time of the accident, I was the yard manager at the same store I had worked at since I moved to Duluth. It didn't pay a lot of money, but it was enough to get by, and I liked the job. I still felt bad about how I left. As the years went on and my depression spiraled downwards, it had become too hard to mask. My job performance was terrible, and people began to ask questions I didn't want to face the answers to. One day I scheduled myself to take all my vacation days, and then with that in the system, I put in my two weeks' notice. I never went back. "They made me assistant store manager if you'll believe that," Carl said. "Still a lot of the same faces around here. All the young kids come and go. You know how it is." "Yeah." I chuckled. In a store like that, you could count on about half of the employees to be lifers. They'd never leave. The other half seemed to be a completely different mix of people every couple of months. "So, what's up?" Carl asked. I could hear the store's advertising jingle blaring over the loudspeakers in the background. "Do you and the guys still go to that bar in Superior?" There it was. I said it. Now if he says yes, I'll have to ask if I can go, and then I'll have to go. "Yeah! But it's usually just me and Matt. Brian got married, and his wife has him on a short leash. Joe goes to AA. The other guys, just kinda stopped going for one reason or another. Tonight is the night we usually go." "Mind if I come with?" I asked. "Of course, man! We're going to leave here at about six." "Cool, I'll see you there." "Looking forward to it. It'll be good to see you again." And now the awkwardness of ending a phone call. I've heard that it's a Midwestern thing, but everyone seems to do it better than I do. "Okay, bye." "Bye." I went home, set out some clean clothes, and got in the shower. Sometimes I forget how good it feels to be clean. But then, I knew exactly why it was often too hard to motivate myself to get into the shower. The shower brought memories of Melissa and the possibility of pain. I stood still, letting the near-scalding water cascade over me. The fruity scent of the same brand of body wash Melissa had during our first shower together was strong, and I remembered. I closed my eyes and started my breathing exercise with a deep slow inhale. Melissa's hands scrubbed my lower back and slid down to squeeze my ass. Breathe out, the pain and hurt waft away like steam in the shower. My fingers follow the lines of her muscles and up her inner thigh, she looks at me with serene contentment. Breathe in. She turns, arches her back, and sighs as I enter her from behind. Breathe out, the pain is gone, and there is only joy. She moans as my soapy hands cup her firm tits, holding her tight against me as we make love. Breathe in. I gasp and hold my breath as we both climax. Breathe out. I catch my breath and look down, my hand was still grasping my quickly softening manhood, and the oozing result of my orgasm was slowly washed into the drain. I finished cleaning up, turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror as I toweled dry. It had been quite a while since I had exercised, or gone to the gym, but I still had a good amount of muscle on me. Granted, a bit more flab than I liked, especially on my belly, but overall I still liked the way I looked. Melissa liked the way I looked too. I patted my belly, and there was a slight jiggle. I really should work out again, I thought. When was the last time I went for a run? I couldn't remember. My eyes strayed from my body to my face. I was still slightly pink from the hot water. I studied the slight age lines beginning to appear around my eyes and noticed that I seemed to have a larger forehead than I used to. When did I start losing my hair? I put my hands on the edge of the sink and leaned close to the mirror. It's a strange thing, looking yourself in the eyes. Despite how good I felt at the moment, all I could see was the pain deep inside. I knew it hadn't always been there, and obviously, I knew when it started. What bothered me was, I couldn't remember what it was like to not have this pain. I could remember every little detail about Melissa, her face, her body, the conversations we had, the things we did together, everything. But if I focus on just me... I can remember being a skinny awkward teenager falling in love and beginning a perfect life, then this, an aging man being crushed by the weight of a tragedy. Every memory between, of what it was to be me, was just gone. Lost to the gray. At the same time, I knew that this person staring back at me in the mirror wasn't me. Once, I was happy. Once I was me, whoever that was. Would I ever get me back, or did I just have to come to grips with the fact that I was now a completely different person? In heavy contemplation, I got dressed. I put on a faded Iron Maiden concert tee, a token from the time Melissa and I had driven to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to see them perform, and some blue jeans that seemed tighter around the waist than I remembered. I checked my bank balance and determined that If I was going to have drinks at the bar with Carl, I had better eat at home beforehand. I had a cup of ramen noodles, and cut slices off of a brick of cheddar cheese, as I wasted time watching random crap on YouTube. Finally, it was five thirty and time to go. Well really, I didn't need to hurry, as it was only a five-minute drive across the bridge to Superior, but there was no way I was going to be late. I parked behind the bar and didn't see any vehicles I recognized. I listened to the radio for a little while, then at ten to six, I got out of the car. The hard part is done. I'm here. I walked in and scanned the place for Carl. I know he had said he was leaving work at six, but I didn't want to miss him by mistake if he was early for some reason. Not seeing him or anyone else I knew, I took a seat at the end of the bar. The place wasn't very busy at all, with maybe a dozen people spread out throughout the whole place. A red-haired waitress came and took my order for a Grainbelt beer, and I watched her go to the cooler to get the bottle. She was cute, if a little thick around the middle, and when she handed me the beer, she flashed me the smile of experienced waitresses everywhere. The kind of smile that says, "I'll be sweet, and yes, maybe even flirt with you a little, but this is my job and you better not take it as more than a professional courtesy". I respected that. Good bartenders were hard to come by, and this one seemed proficient so far. I sipped my beer, and surreptitiously watched the other patrons. There was the same general mix of people you see in bars like this on a Tuesday evening. A few older couples, quietly enjoying dinner and a glass of wine, a fifty-year-old high school prom queen and her steroid-pumped boyfriend, slamming cheap beer, faces wind burned from riding a Harley all day, a table of college frat boy types laughing too loudly at offensive jokes, you know the kind of place. I faced the bar again, and in the mirror, I could see that one person was sitting alone at the table right behind me. She was facing away from me and seemed engrossed in something on her phone. She was wearing a maroon sweatshirt and had bushy dark brown hair that immediately reminded me of a young Hermione Granger. I watched her in the mirror, not being a creep, just out of curiosity and that I had nothing else to do while I waited for Carl. She never turned or sat up straight, just stayed on her phone, occasionally typing furiously. After a while, I looked at the time on my phone. It was twenty after six, Carl should have been here already. I ordered another beer from Cassie, the bartender, and gave him ten more minutes. I called Carl, and it took four or five rings for him to pick up. "Hey dude," Carl said right away. "I am so sorry. I have a big issue I've got to manage here." I could hear people talking loudly in the background and the beep of a forklift. "Hey," I said. "What's up?" "One of the kids knocked over a shelving unit in the garden center, and they all collapsed like dominoes. It's a big fucking mess." There was a scuffing noise as he held his phone aside and yelled at someone. "Don't bother saving that stuff, it's all junk now. Scan it, then throw it in the dumpster!" His voice became clear again. "I don't remember being this stupid when I was that age, do you?" "No, not really. So, are you going to be late or..." I asked, starting to feel a little dumb for getting my hopes up for a fun evening with old friends. "Sorry, man, this is going to be an all-nighter." "Oh, okay," I said, feeling like I just got punched in the gut. "Take a rain check for next week? The first round is on me." "Yeah, that's okay. Next week it is." I couldn't believe it. I got myself so excited to do normal people things with normal people, and this happened. I don't know why I bothered. "Alright man, gotta go." Before Carl ended the call, I could hear him start to yell. "Careful! If you knock that over too, I'm gonna" As I stared at my phone, not knowing what I should think or do, I heard a voice to my right. It was the woman with the brown hair. "You get stood up too?" I glanced at her. She was standing at the bar a few spots down from me, waving her empty glass at the bartender. "Huh? Yeah." "Sorry for eavesdropping. So what was her excuse?" In the corner of my eye, I could see the waitress return with a full glass. The girl took a drink right away. It was something creamy, Bailey's maybe. "Problems at work." I didn't mention that the 'her' was a 'him'. As secure enough in my sexuality as I was, straight guys just didn't say things that could give a woman mixed signals. "Typical." She took another long pull off her drink. "This is the third date in a row that has left me sitting. I take the time to get ready and then sit here waiting. I've got homework I could be doing." She sighed. "I don't know why I bothered." "Right." Her last words had struck a chord with my thoughts, and I turned to face her. Our eyes met, and the world stopped. We stared at each other, each of us with furrowing brows. My heart began to race, and I felt like I just got a shot of adrenaline. Slowly, she set down her drink, and I set down my phone, but our eyes remained locked. Eventually, she whispered. "I know you..." My throat was dry, and I struggled to get enough air to respond. "I don't think we've met..." She was pretty, and younger than I had expected. There was something strikingly familiar about her, but I knew I had never met this person before, and probably hadn't ever seen her. Her maroon sweatshirt had the big yellow UMD (University of Minnesota, Duluth) logo on it. There was something in her eyes, her icy blue eyes, that told me that I knew this person. "Who are you?" She whispered. The confusion on her face gave way to a look of fear. "Charles," I said woodenly, trying to make some sense of what was happening. This wasn't like the times you see someone in a crowd that looks like someone you know. I knew this person, have always known this person, and yet, nothing about her was familiar. "What is going on?" She asked, glancing at the bartender who was eyeing both of us in turn with raised eyebrows. "You're real? You're really real?" Her look of fear gave way to panic. "I've got to get out of here. This can't be happening." She slowly backed away from me, then turned and fled towards the door. I scrambled to put some cash on the bar for my beer, then followed after her. When I got outside, she was standing near a car with her head in her hands. She looked up at my approach. "Don't come any closer." She warned me. "What's going on?" I asked. "How do you know me? How do I know you?" "You know who I am?" She asked, hand on her car door, ready to flee. "When I saw you, I felt like I've known you my entire life, but I've never seen you before." I shook my head, more confused than ever in my forty-two years. "Well, I know you, Charles Larson." "How do you know my last name?" I asked, taken aback. I was pretty sure I hadn't said it at all earlier. "If you're really you, then I know everything about you." Her fear was transforming into anger, and she was almost shouting now. "How?" "Because I dream about you every night! My first memories are dreams about you! I close my eyes, and I see your face! I see your life! Every day, every night!" She was holding her head again and had started pacing side to side next to her car. "Oh my God. All these years, all the therapy, all the drugs to get you out of my head, and I find you sitting in a dive bar. This can't be real." My car was parked next to hers, and she watched me wearily as I slowly walked over and sat on the hood. "If you're really Charles Larson, tell me about yourself." She was looking at me like she was seeing a ghost. "I grew up in Minnetonka..." I was confused to the point of being numb, so I just started talking. I told her about my family, where I went to school, everything up to just before I fell in love with Melissa. Her face was pale, but she had stopped pacing and was just staring at me. "What was her name?" I looked at her sharply, surprised by the question. "Your second cousin, the one you married." Shocked, I replied. "Melissa." She took a tentative step towards me. "The two of you lived in a tiny apartment off of Grand Ave." She stepped closer. "You lived there together for fifteen years until..." She was right next to me now, and she picked up my right hand, turning it over to see the backside. She traced a finger down the scar that ran lengthwise behind my index finger. "Someone at your work dropped a piece of metal gutter, and the end sliced your hand open. It bled and bled, and you had to go get it stitched up." "How do you know these things?" I asked with something I could only describe as awe. "Because I saw it happen. I was there, in my dreams." "I feel that we are connected somehow, but, I don't even know who you are." She shifted her hands and grasped mine in a handshake. She looked at me with a shy smile. "I'm Kate Winters, and I've been waiting to meet you my whole life." Chapter Twenty-one. "You're older than I thought you would be." Kate was eyeing me from across the table. We had gone back into the bar and had taken a booth near the back. The frat boys were gone, and there was no one else nearby. "How old do you think I should be?" I asked, head still spinning. "When I was growing up, every dream was different. The time wasn't the same, the days weren't one-for-one. You were getting older faster than I was. For the last couple of years though, I've had the same dream. It's the same scene every night." She looked at me with empathy, expecting that I wasn't going to like what she was saying. "You were thirty-three, and it was nine years ago." A wave of non-specific dread washed over me. "What scene, What dream are you having over and over?" I already knew what she was going to say, and I didn't want to hear it. Kate closed her eyes. "We are in your truck, we had just been at the movie theater. You were telling me how you never liked Matt Damon, but in this movie, he was pretty good. Then,” "Stop," I said, probably a little too forcibly. "I'm sorry." Her eyes were glistening with tears. We sat in silence for a long time, each wrestling with our thoughts. Finally, I asked. "You said I was speaking to you?" She sniffed and nodded. "When the two of you were apart, it was kind of a third-person view, like watching a movie. But whenever you were with her, I saw you through her eyes. I felt what she felt, I thought what she thought. I think,” She looked at me apprehensively. "When the dreams started, it was the summer she figured out that she loved you. I was five and didn't really understand what I was seeing. I started using bigger words, and acting like I was thirteen because you two were thirteen." My thoughts swirled like a hurricane around that night nine years ago. There was the crash, and my truck crumpled up like a beer can. I was dazed, and there was glass in my eyes. I struggled to reach Melissa. The door had crumpled in and crushed her into the seat, into the tight space between what had been the dashboard and the back of the cab. Her eyes opened as I touched her cheek. She tried to speak, but no noise came out. Her mouth kept moving until suddenly she went still. Her heart stopped, and the spark of life left her eyes. My love, my life, was gone. Tears were streaming down my face, but somehow I had the composure to speak. "If you thought what she thought, did she blame me?" One thing that I had thought I had come to a resolution on, was the thought that the accident was my fault, that; had I not been looking at her at that moment, I might have been able to avoid the other car. Kate was crying too. "Of course not. You know what she was trying to say?" She reached across the table and held my hands tight in hers. "She was saying "I love you" over and over. She knew she was dying, and her only thought was that you would be alone." Still holding Kate's hands, I buried my face into my arm and cried hard, shuddering with every sob. I don't know how long I cried. At some point, I heard the waitress come by, and Kate whispered "We're okay." I felt Kate start running a hand through my hair, massaging my head. Exactly how Melissa used to. It felt good, but it also felt wrong. It wasn't Melissa's hand, It was Kate's. She was some random college girl I had never met, and I was plenty old enough to be her father. At the same time though, some part of me, deep down, was screaming that this was Melissa. I raised my head from my arm and looked at Kate. I felt no apprehension or shame in meeting her eyes, eyes that were so much like Melissa's. I studied them intently. They weren't just similar, they were identical. The patterns of blue were the same, and there was even that tiny green speck in the iris of her right eye. No one but me had ever noticed it. As insane as it sounds, I swear that I could feel Melissa's soul staring back at me through Kate's eyes. "So, what now?" I asked. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private and figure this out," Kate replied, her eyes moving to the people walking into the bar. "I still live in the same place." I couldn't believe that I had just said that. Did I just ask this girl to come home with me? Yes. She may be half my age, but there was something supernatural to the way I was drawn to her. She was not Melissa, I knew that, but in some intangible way, she very much was. Kate led the way, and I followed her back to my apartment. For some inexplicable reason, I thought of the day Melissa sat next to me on the rocks, and tearfully explained her past. The words I had spoken to her came into my mind as clearly as I had just said them. "None of what happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I love you, I will always love you. Nothing in the past, present, or future will stop me from loving you until the end of time, and when we're both gone from this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!" Is there such a thing as reincarnation? But no, Kate was in her early twenties, and Melissa died only nine years ago. The words continued to echo in my mind, and I realized that at some point it had stopped being my voice that was speaking. It was Melissa's. I bumped the door shut with my back and watched Kate as she surveyed my apartment. It occurred to me that not a lot had changed about the place in the last nine years, since the last time Kate would have seen it in her dreams. The couch was faded and threadbare, but comfortable, and the decorations were pretty much how Melissa had left them. The biggest difference, I noticed with some shame, was the general disorder of the place. Dirty dishes sat in a pile on the counter near the sink, and empty food containers covered the rest of the flat surfaces in the kitchenette. A pile of dirty clothes partially blocked the narrow hallway. Kate turned slowly, taking it all in. She stopped, facing me. "It looks exactly how I remember." I studied her face. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. She pointed at a picture on the wall beside the door. "I remember when that was taken. We, You went to a big concert in Wisconsin..." I could see at her collar, that she was wearing a tee shirt under her sweatshirt. "Take off your sweatshirt." I should have realized the creepy way in which that could be taken, but I wasn't thinking like that. I wanted to see her, to see if my eyes could help solve the mystery that had so thoroughly confused my heart and mind. A small part of me was surprised ,as Kate complied without hesitation. When she pulled the sweatshirt off, the bottom of her tee shirt was pulled up enough for me to get a glimpse of her flat belly. Her clothes were tight-fitting, and my eyes roamed her body. She was the same height as Melissa, had the same overall shape to her frame, and seemed to be in very good shape. She wasn't as muscular as Melissa had been, but then again, Melissa never had to try as hard as others to build muscle mass. Kate was watching me study her. She didn't look afraid or apprehensive at all. Rather, what came across to me was a sense of absolute trust. Melissa had looked at me like that, like she would put her life in my hands without hesitation, safe in the knowledge that I would never willingly hurt her. Her hair was very different, in color and style, and her skin was pale, like she didn't spend a lot of time outside. I stepped closer and tentatively raised a hand to her face. She didn't flinch or pull away. My hand cupped her cheek, and she closed her eyes, pressing her face into my gentle touch. Her features were softened by youth, but the shape of her face, the structure of her bones, was eerily familiar. "You do look like her," I said softly. "Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I see her face looking back at me." I felt her hands on my waist as she stepped close. Our faces were inches apart. "This must be difficult for you," She whispered. "I've lived with this my whole life. I've had time to deal with it." Seemingly of their own accord, my arms wrapped around her in a hug. She pressed herself against me, and I could feel that her heart was beating as rapidly as mine. "Through the years, I began to love being her." My face nestled against her neck, fitting perfectly. I breathed in deep. Her scent, my God, it was her scent! "I began to love you," She whispered into my ear. "I love you the way she loved you." My thoughts were muddled; like I had been drinking all day and her words were hypnotizing. The rational part of my mind, dazzled as it was; still held to the fact that this was not Melissa. The rest of me wanted her to be Melissa, needed her to be. "I'm so alone." My words fell out of my mouth like a sob. "You don't have to be alone," She said soothingly. "You deserve to be loved." I brought my head up and looked into her eyes, Melissa's eyes. Why had she used those specific words, those words that had floated into my mind not ten minutes ago? They were my words, and it seemed as though Melissa was speaking them. "Do I?" I asked. "Everyone deserves to be loved, but you especially." I thought of the stranger I saw when I looked in the mirror. "You haven't seen me since the accident. I'm not the same person I was before. I don't know who I am, but it's not the Charles you knew." She cupped my face in her hands. Her eyes seemed to penetrate my very soul, reading the truth that had been obscured from me for so long. "I see you, Charles. You are kind and gentle, caring and considerate, fiercely loyal and honorable. You are truthful and funny, wise and brave. Most of all, you are loving. You would selflessly give the last of yourself if the one you loved needed it." The way Kate was looking at me, the love and knowing in her eyes, made something click in my mind. Bubbling up from the depths, came feelings I thought were gone forever. I remembered the way my heart fluttered when Melissa smiled at me, even after fifteen years of marriage. I remembered how it felt to fully give myself to her, and how my greatest pleasure was seeing the pleasure I gave to her. I remembered the sense of unity, the self and the other made whole. I remembered love, pure and bright, untainted by the weight of the world. Melissa and I had given ourselves to each other and became something greater, one being in all ways, body, heart, mind, and soul. That is who I was, who I am, and who I will forever be. Now standing here with this woman in my arms, I felt that connection again. I felt the bond we had forged, stronger than the foundations of the Earth, stronger than the very fabric of space and time. Though I hadn't seen it for years, it had not dissolved, had not forsaken me. What were a few years compared to that kind of power? "Are you my Melissa?" A faint sense of doubt passed through her eyes. "I don't know. Yes? No? Neither?" She looked away from my eyes, confusion, and memory clouding her face. "Have you ever read about schizophrenics? My mother thought I was one because when I started writing in diaries, I didn't have just one. I had three, one for me, one for Melissa, and one for you. I wrote down everything, all your conversations, and all your emotions. It was mostly just you at this point, with a few precious dreams of your weekends at the cabin with Melissa. Mom brought me to more doctors than I can remember, and they all said that I wasn't schizophrenic, as I didn't have trouble being myself. Apart from my dreams, I was a normal, healthy little girl. They read my journals, determined that I was suffering from an advanced form of multiple personality disorder, and medicated me accordingly. They were stumped though, how a little girl could write with such detail and realism." She looked down and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. I watched how her fingers moved and the posture of her body. She moved like Melissa. "The drugs they gave me didn't do anything but make me feel like shit all the time. I didn't know where my dreams were coming from, but I had to believe that nothing was wrong with me because they felt so right. I enjoyed them and saw them as a gift or a blessing. As strange as it may seem, you were my best friend, and I went to sleep happy every night." She stopped fidgeting and looked at me. "When I was thirteen, I had a dream about that most special weekend at the cabin. It was several dreams actually. I experienced every single moment. I felt the bond Melissa made with you, and not just while I was dreaming. The following days, I buzzed with giddy excitement and cried from the sheer joy of it. It was then that I knew without a shred of doubt, that I wasn't ill." She said this last word with derision. "Nothing that felt that right and pure could be sickness. I stopped taking the medication that day. My waking mind cleared, and I knew joy like I hadn't imagined possible." She sighed. "I never knew for sure if what I experienced in my dreams was happening to real people, or if it was all just for me alone, and I didn't want to find out." She placed my hand on her chest and I could feel her heart pounding. "What I do know, is that as time went on and I grew older, I became more like Melissa. Her personality and insecurities, likes and dislikes, her thoughts and dreams, all merged with my own. When I was old enough to start dating, I went out with a lot of guys. It never worked out, and rarely even got close to physical intimacy, because none of them were you." Her chest was heaving as her heart beat even faster. "I couldn't find love, because I was already in love. I don't know if I am Melissa. I wasn't born as her, so maybe I'm not. But in every way that truly matters, I think that I am her." I read her eyes with the ease that I had been able to read Melissa's. Her love for me was evident, as was her passion and desire. No one but Melissa had ever looked at me the way she was now. Like Melissa's had, Kate's eyes also held insecurity, self-consciousness, and hurt. Kate said that she had dreamed about the accident for years now. Seeing it, feeling it play out over and over. The pain of my recollection of it was pushed aside by an immense surge of empathy and compassion. I only had to live through it once. I couldn't imagine having it waiting for me every night, to see and feel it in perfect clarity, untarnished by the fog of memory. My hand slid from her heart, and she shuddered involuntarily as it settled gently on the side of her neck, just below her jawline. At that moment, I didn't see Kate. I saw the girl I had fallen hopelessly in love with so many years ago, and the woman I had married. I saw my warrior queen, fierce and confident, but at the same time so gentle and insecure. I saw her soul, eternally bound to mine. I saw Melissa's inexhaustible sexual desire for me, roaring hot as a blast furnace, as mine did for her. I tilted her face up and kissed her. She moaned softly, as her lips opened and our tongues met. The kissing was slow and gentle, neither of us wanting to scare the other with our need for intimacy. We both gasped as our mouths parted. She held my face, and her touch, despite my three-day-old stubble, was soft and familiar. "Maybe we shouldn't,” She held a finger to my lips. "I need you and you need me," She whispered. Slowly, she pulled her tee shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Eyes locked with mine, she unzipped her pants, shimmied, and kicked them away when they fell to her ankles. She wore a matching set of light blue panties and a bra. They were pretty, lacy things that accentuated her toned body in a way that screamed sensuality. Without another word, she took my hand in hers and led me to my bed. Later, I watched Kate sleep peacefully in my arms. I reached to the bedside table, and turned out the light, plunging the room into total darkness. I turned back to Kate, who I could see in my mind's eye with crystal clarity. This girl, this woman, who was at the same time achingly familiar and disturbingly foreign, had arrived in my life at the head of a rampaging horde of swirling thoughts. Was it possible that Melissa's soul had somehow made its way to Kate, and led her to me? Amid our passion, as years of longing and desire burst forth from both of us, it felt like I was with Melissa, in every way I could perceive. She moved and kissed like her, smelled and tasted like her. She felt like her, outside and in, and even moaned and cried out like her. I felt like I could give in and accept it. I could acknowledge that this was, in fact, Melissa. We could continue our life together as if the real Melissa had never died. We could be happy, and grow old hand in hand. It was so tempting to lose myself to the idea. My heart ached for it. But something wasn't right. The whole idea seemed unnatural as if it had been manipulated by a higher power whose intent could not be known. This doubt had the feel of truth, jagged and persistent. I knew that I couldn't ignore it, that it would be an eternal festering mote, no matter how sweet a fantasy my life would seem. There was a riddle here that needed to be solved, that demanded to be solved. Above all the confusion and jumbled emotions, there was an overarching feeling that there was an answer just beyond my grasp. I knew that if I could reach it and see just a glimpse of what was beyond, if only for a split second, I would know the truth. I lay there in the dark, willing with every fiber of my being for the universe to give me an answer. The darkness seemed to acquiesce to my silent pleading. I fell through the dark, free of my bed, free of the Earth and reality, into a cozy warm sleeping bag. I spoke to Melissa as night became morning. "You know me better than anyone. Being with you makes me feel complete, in a way I didn't know was possible. I am yours, in all ways, forever." Bright as a star, the light of love flashed in her eyes, bathing all existence with its brilliance. "Hold on to that moment, use it as a refuge." Sandy blonde hair glowed like golden fire in an autumn sunbeam. "You're real," Melissa said as we embraced outside her apartment. We evaporated into smoke, wafting on a lazy breeze through the pines, and condensed again, lying in Melissa's bed. "Have you been that lonely?" I asked. "For as long as I can remember" Melissa flung herself into my arms. "Am I okay? Charles, this is a dream come true!" A small glass bottle was held out for me to smell. I leaned close and howled as I was sucked into the bottle, down, down, down, into the swirling, bubbling liquid. "We remember scents much better than we think we do. Sometimes all we need is a little hint, and it's brought right to the front. Scents are all connected in our minds, and are rooted deep down at the very foundation of memory." My howl became the biting wind, as cold as the water crashing its way through the rocks. The grayness of the sky seemed to leach all color and emotion from the world. "None of what happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I love you, I will always love you." The wind rose, howling becoming screeching, becoming screaming, as tires slid, glass broke, and metal crumpled. "I love you. I love you. I love you..." A sudden silence as the flying glass became a sea of stars. "Nothing in the past, present, or future will stop me from loving you until the end of time..." The endless expanse of the cosmos loomed, comforting in its infinite possibility. "...and when we're both gone from this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!" I stood alone in a bright sunlit clearing, within a cathedral of Red Pines. Above, a billion, billion suns twinkled in the vast dark. My mother hugged me. "Oh, Charles. Love is so precious. It doesn't matter where you find it, but when you do, you hold on with both hands and never let go." Mother became Melissa, whispering my words back to me. "I'll find you in the next and keep loving you." Our sacred pine grove faded as her whisper echoed through infinity. "I'll find you in the next, in the next, in the next..." I floated alone. The self, the other, and the one were all gone. Joy and sadness were words without meaning. Light and dark had no definition. Space had no direction. Time held no sway. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 2 parts, for Literotica.
Cabin Cousins: Part 6 Saying Goodbye; for now. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections. Chapter Twenty. On the drive home, I felt good, like really good. I felt like things were actually going to start changing for the better. Reveling in this feeling, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision. I stopped my car in a random parking lot and pulled out my phone. One of the guys that I used to work with, Carl, liked to go to this little bar in Superior to hang out with friends and have a few drinks. There was a whole group of guys from work that would go regularly, but Carl was the only one who never stopped asking. For one reason or another, I never took him up on it, and I haven't seen any of them since I stopped being able to go to work. He answered after a few rings. "Hi, it's Charles, from work." "Charles? Hey buddy! How are you doing?" He sounded happy to hear from me. "Oh, I've been hanging in there. How's the store since I left?" At the time of the accident, I was the yard manager at the same store I had worked at since I moved to Duluth. It didn't pay a lot of money, but it was enough to get by, and I liked the job. I still felt bad about how I left. As the years went on and my depression spiraled downwards, it had become too hard to mask. My job performance was terrible, and people began to ask questions I didn't want to face the answers to. One day I scheduled myself to take all my vacation days, and then with that in the system, I put in my two weeks' notice. I never went back. "They made me assistant store manager if you'll believe that," Carl said. "Still a lot of the same faces around here. All the young kids come and go. You know how it is." "Yeah." I chuckled. In a store like that, you could count on about half of the employees to be lifers. They'd never leave. The other half seemed to be a completely different mix of people every couple of months. "So, what's up?" Carl asked. I could hear the store's advertising jingle blaring over the loudspeakers in the background. "Do you and the guys still go to that bar in Superior?" There it was. I said it. Now if he says yes, I'll have to ask if I can go, and then I'll have to go. "Yeah! But it's usually just me and Matt. Brian got married, and his wife has him on a short leash. Joe goes to AA. The other guys, just kinda stopped going for one reason or another. Tonight is the night we usually go." "Mind if I come with?" I asked. "Of course, man! We're going to leave here at about six." "Cool, I'll see you there." "Looking forward to it. It'll be good to see you again." And now the awkwardness of ending a phone call. I've heard that it's a Midwestern thing, but everyone seems to do it better than I do. "Okay, bye." "Bye." I went home, set out some clean clothes, and got in the shower. Sometimes I forget how good it feels to be clean. But then, I knew exactly why it was often too hard to motivate myself to get into the shower. The shower brought memories of Melissa and the possibility of pain. I stood still, letting the near-scalding water cascade over me. The fruity scent of the same brand of body wash Melissa had during our first shower together was strong, and I remembered. I closed my eyes and started my breathing exercise with a deep slow inhale. Melissa's hands scrubbed my lower back and slid down to squeeze my ass. Breathe out, the pain and hurt waft away like steam in the shower. My fingers follow the lines of her muscles and up her inner thigh, she looks at me with serene contentment. Breathe in. She turns, arches her back, and sighs as I enter her from behind. Breathe out, the pain is gone, and there is only joy. She moans as my soapy hands cup her firm tits, holding her tight against me as we make love. Breathe in. I gasp and hold my breath as we both climax. Breathe out. I catch my breath and look down, my hand was still grasping my quickly softening manhood, and the oozing result of my orgasm was slowly washed into the drain. I finished cleaning up, turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror as I toweled dry. It had been quite a while since I had exercised, or gone to the gym, but I still had a good amount of muscle on me. Granted, a bit more flab than I liked, especially on my belly, but overall I still liked the way I looked. Melissa liked the way I looked too. I patted my belly, and there was a slight jiggle. I really should work out again, I thought. When was the last time I went for a run? I couldn't remember. My eyes strayed from my body to my face. I was still slightly pink from the hot water. I studied the slight age lines beginning to appear around my eyes and noticed that I seemed to have a larger forehead than I used to. When did I start losing my hair? I put my hands on the edge of the sink and leaned close to the mirror. It's a strange thing, looking yourself in the eyes. Despite how good I felt at the moment, all I could see was the pain deep inside. I knew it hadn't always been there, and obviously, I knew when it started. What bothered me was, I couldn't remember what it was like to not have this pain. I could remember every little detail about Melissa, her face, her body, the conversations we had, the things we did together, everything. But if I focus on just me... I can remember being a skinny awkward teenager falling in love and beginning a perfect life, then this, an aging man being crushed by the weight of a tragedy. Every memory between, of what it was to be me, was just gone. Lost to the gray. At the same time, I knew that this person staring back at me in the mirror wasn't me. Once, I was happy. Once I was me, whoever that was. Would I ever get me back, or did I just have to come to grips with the fact that I was now a completely different person? In heavy contemplation, I got dressed. I put on a faded Iron Maiden concert tee, a token from the time Melissa and I had driven to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to see them perform, and some blue jeans that seemed tighter around the waist than I remembered. I checked my bank balance and determined that If I was going to have drinks at the bar with Carl, I had better eat at home beforehand. I had a cup of ramen noodles, and cut slices off of a brick of cheddar cheese, as I wasted time watching random crap on YouTube. Finally, it was five thirty and time to go. Well really, I didn't need to hurry, as it was only a five-minute drive across the bridge to Superior, but there was no way I was going to be late. I parked behind the bar and didn't see any vehicles I recognized. I listened to the radio for a little while, then at ten to six, I got out of the car. The hard part is done. I'm here. I walked in and scanned the place for Carl. I know he had said he was leaving work at six, but I didn't want to miss him by mistake if he was early for some reason. Not seeing him or anyone else I knew, I took a seat at the end of the bar. The place wasn't very busy at all, with maybe a dozen people spread out throughout the whole place. A red-haired waitress came and took my order for a Grainbelt beer, and I watched her go to the cooler to get the bottle. She was cute, if a little thick around the middle, and when she handed me the beer, she flashed me the smile of experienced waitresses everywhere. The kind of smile that says, "I'll be sweet, and yes, maybe even flirt with you a little, but this is my job and you better not take it as more than a professional courtesy". I respected that. Good bartenders were hard to come by, and this one seemed proficient so far. I sipped my beer, and surreptitiously watched the other patrons. There was the same general mix of people you see in bars like this on a Tuesday evening. A few older couples, quietly enjoying dinner and a glass of wine, a fifty-year-old high school prom queen and her steroid-pumped boyfriend, slamming cheap beer, faces wind burned from riding a Harley all day, a table of college frat boy types laughing too loudly at offensive jokes, you know the kind of place. I faced the bar again, and in the mirror, I could see that one person was sitting alone at the table right behind me. She was facing away from me and seemed engrossed in something on her phone. She was wearing a maroon sweatshirt and had bushy dark brown hair that immediately reminded me of a young Hermione Granger. I watched her in the mirror, not being a creep, just out of curiosity and that I had nothing else to do while I waited for Carl. She never turned or sat up straight, just stayed on her phone, occasionally typing furiously. After a while, I looked at the time on my phone. It was twenty after six, Carl should have been here already. I ordered another beer from Cassie, the bartender, and gave him ten more minutes. I called Carl, and it took four or five rings for him to pick up. "Hey dude," Carl said right away. "I am so sorry. I have a big issue I've got to manage here." I could hear people talking loudly in the background and the beep of a forklift. "Hey," I said. "What's up?" "One of the kids knocked over a shelving unit in the garden center, and they all collapsed like dominoes. It's a big fucking mess." There was a scuffing noise as he held his phone aside and yelled at someone. "Don't bother saving that stuff, it's all junk now. Scan it, then throw it in the dumpster!" His voice became clear again. "I don't remember being this stupid when I was that age, do you?" "No, not really. So, are you going to be late or..." I asked, starting to feel a little dumb for getting my hopes up for a fun evening with old friends. "Sorry, man, this is going to be an all-nighter." "Oh, okay," I said, feeling like I just got punched in the gut. "Take a rain check for next week? The first round is on me." "Yeah, that's okay. Next week it is." I couldn't believe it. I got myself so excited to do normal people things with normal people, and this happened. I don't know why I bothered. "Alright man, gotta go." Before Carl ended the call, I could hear him start to yell. "Careful! If you knock that over too, I'm gonna" As I stared at my phone, not knowing what I should think or do, I heard a voice to my right. It was the woman with the brown hair. "You get stood up too?" I glanced at her. She was standing at the bar a few spots down from me, waving her empty glass at the bartender. "Huh? Yeah." "Sorry for eavesdropping. So what was her excuse?" In the corner of my eye, I could see the waitress return with a full glass. The girl took a drink right away. It was something creamy, Bailey's maybe. "Problems at work." I didn't mention that the 'her' was a 'him'. As secure enough in my sexuality as I was, straight guys just didn't say things that could give a woman mixed signals. "Typical." She took another long pull off her drink. "This is the third date in a row that has left me sitting. I take the time to get ready and then sit here waiting. I've got homework I could be doing." She sighed. "I don't know why I bothered." "Right." Her last words had struck a chord with my thoughts, and I turned to face her. Our eyes met, and the world stopped. We stared at each other, each of us with furrowing brows. My heart began to race, and I felt like I just got a shot of adrenaline. Slowly, she set down her drink, and I set down my phone, but our eyes remained locked. Eventually, she whispered. "I know you..." My throat was dry, and I struggled to get enough air to respond. "I don't think we've met..." She was pretty, and younger than I had expected. There was something strikingly familiar about her, but I knew I had never met this person before, and probably hadn't ever seen her. Her maroon sweatshirt had the big yellow UMD (University of Minnesota, Duluth) logo on it. There was something in her eyes, her icy blue eyes, that told me that I knew this person. "Who are you?" She whispered. The confusion on her face gave way to a look of fear. "Charles," I said woodenly, trying to make some sense of what was happening. This wasn't like the times you see someone in a crowd that looks like someone you know. I knew this person, have always known this person, and yet, nothing about her was familiar. "What is going on?" She asked, glancing at the bartender who was eyeing both of us in turn with raised eyebrows. "You're real? You're really real?" Her look of fear gave way to panic. "I've got to get out of here. This can't be happening." She slowly backed away from me, then turned and fled towards the door. I scrambled to put some cash on the bar for my beer, then followed after her. When I got outside, she was standing near a car with her head in her hands. She looked up at my approach. "Don't come any closer." She warned me. "What's going on?" I asked. "How do you know me? How do I know you?" "You know who I am?" She asked, hand on her car door, ready to flee. "When I saw you, I felt like I've known you my entire life, but I've never seen you before." I shook my head, more confused than ever in my forty-two years. "Well, I know you, Charles Larson." "How do you know my last name?" I asked, taken aback. I was pretty sure I hadn't said it at all earlier. "If you're really you, then I know everything about you." Her fear was transforming into anger, and she was almost shouting now. "How?" "Because I dream about you every night! My first memories are dreams about you! I close my eyes, and I see your face! I see your life! Every day, every night!" She was holding her head again and had started pacing side to side next to her car. "Oh my God. All these years, all the therapy, all the drugs to get you out of my head, and I find you sitting in a dive bar. This can't be real." My car was parked next to hers, and she watched me wearily as I slowly walked over and sat on the hood. "If you're really Charles Larson, tell me about yourself." She was looking at me like she was seeing a ghost. "I grew up in Minnetonka..." I was confused to the point of being numb, so I just started talking. I told her about my family, where I went to school, everything up to just before I fell in love with Melissa. Her face was pale, but she had stopped pacing and was just staring at me. "What was her name?" I looked at her sharply, surprised by the question. "Your second cousin, the one you married." Shocked, I replied. "Melissa." She took a tentative step towards me. "The two of you lived in a tiny apartment off of Grand Ave." She stepped closer. "You lived there together for fifteen years until..." She was right next to me now, and she picked up my right hand, turning it over to see the backside. She traced a finger down the scar that ran lengthwise behind my index finger. "Someone at your work dropped a piece of metal gutter, and the end sliced your hand open. It bled and bled, and you had to go get it stitched up." "How do you know these things?" I asked with something I could only describe as awe. "Because I saw it happen. I was there, in my dreams." "I feel that we are connected somehow, but, I don't even know who you are." She shifted her hands and grasped mine in a handshake. She looked at me with a shy smile. "I'm Kate Winters, and I've been waiting to meet you my whole life." Chapter Twenty-one. "You're older than I thought you would be." Kate was eyeing me from across the table. We had gone back into the bar and had taken a booth near the back. The frat boys were gone, and there was no one else nearby. "How old do you think I should be?" I asked, head still spinning. "When I was growing up, every dream was different. The time wasn't the same, the days weren't one-for-one. You were getting older faster than I was. For the last couple of years though, I've had the same dream. It's the same scene every night." She looked at me with empathy, expecting that I wasn't going to like what she was saying. "You were thirty-three, and it was nine years ago." A wave of non-specific dread washed over me. "What scene, What dream are you having over and over?" I already knew what she was going to say, and I didn't want to hear it. Kate closed her eyes. "We are in your truck, we had just been at the movie theater. You were telling me how you never liked Matt Damon, but in this movie, he was pretty good. Then,” "Stop," I said, probably a little too forcibly. "I'm sorry." Her eyes were glistening with tears. We sat in silence for a long time, each wrestling with our thoughts. Finally, I asked. "You said I was speaking to you?" She sniffed and nodded. "When the two of you were apart, it was kind of a third-person view, like watching a movie. But whenever you were with her, I saw you through her eyes. I felt what she felt, I thought what she thought. I think,” She looked at me apprehensively. "When the dreams started, it was the summer she figured out that she loved you. I was five and didn't really understand what I was seeing. I started using bigger words, and acting like I was thirteen because you two were thirteen." My thoughts swirled like a hurricane around that night nine years ago. There was the crash, and my truck crumpled up like a beer can. I was dazed, and there was glass in my eyes. I struggled to reach Melissa. The door had crumpled in and crushed her into the seat, into the tight space between what had been the dashboard and the back of the cab. Her eyes opened as I touched her cheek. She tried to speak, but no noise came out. Her mouth kept moving until suddenly she went still. Her heart stopped, and the spark of life left her eyes. My love, my life, was gone. Tears were streaming down my face, but somehow I had the composure to speak. "If you thought what she thought, did she blame me?" One thing that I had thought I had come to a resolution on, was the thought that the accident was my fault, that; had I not been looking at her at that moment, I might have been able to avoid the other car. Kate was crying too. "Of course not. You know what she was trying to say?" She reached across the table and held my hands tight in hers. "She was saying "I love you" over and over. She knew she was dying, and her only thought was that you would be alone." Still holding Kate's hands, I buried my face into my arm and cried hard, shuddering with every sob. I don't know how long I cried. At some point, I heard the waitress come by, and Kate whispered "We're okay." I felt Kate start running a hand through my hair, massaging my head. Exactly how Melissa used to. It felt good, but it also felt wrong. It wasn't Melissa's hand, It was Kate's. She was some random college girl I had never met, and I was plenty old enough to be her father. At the same time though, some part of me, deep down, was screaming that this was Melissa. I raised my head from my arm and looked at Kate. I felt no apprehension or shame in meeting her eyes, eyes that were so much like Melissa's. I studied them intently. They weren't just similar, they were identical. The patterns of blue were the same, and there was even that tiny green speck in the iris of her right eye. No one but me had ever noticed it. As insane as it sounds, I swear that I could feel Melissa's soul staring back at me through Kate's eyes. "So, what now?" I asked. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private and figure this out," Kate replied, her eyes moving to the people walking into the bar. "I still live in the same place." I couldn't believe that I had just said that. Did I just ask this girl to come home with me? Yes. She may be half my age, but there was something supernatural to the way I was drawn to her. She was not Melissa, I knew that, but in some intangible way, she very much was. Kate led the way, and I followed her back to my apartment. For some inexplicable reason, I thought of the day Melissa sat next to me on the rocks, and tearfully explained her past. The words I had spoken to her came into my mind as clearly as I had just said them. "None of what happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I love you, I will always love you. Nothing in the past, present, or future will stop me from loving you until the end of time, and when we're both gone from this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!" Is there such a thing as reincarnation? But no, Kate was in her early twenties, and Melissa died only nine years ago. The words continued to echo in my mind, and I realized that at some point it had stopped being my voice that was speaking. It was Melissa's. I bumped the door shut with my back and watched Kate as she surveyed my apartment. It occurred to me that not a lot had changed about the place in the last nine years, since the last time Kate would have seen it in her dreams. The couch was faded and threadbare, but comfortable, and the decorations were pretty much how Melissa had left them. The biggest difference, I noticed with some shame, was the general disorder of the place. Dirty dishes sat in a pile on the counter near the sink, and empty food containers covered the rest of the flat surfaces in the kitchenette. A pile of dirty clothes partially blocked the narrow hallway. Kate turned slowly, taking it all in. She stopped, facing me. "It looks exactly how I remember." I studied her face. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. She pointed at a picture on the wall beside the door. "I remember when that was taken. We, You went to a big concert in Wisconsin..." I could see at her collar, that she was wearing a tee shirt under her sweatshirt. "Take off your sweatshirt." I should have realized the creepy way in which that could be taken, but I wasn't thinking like that. I wanted to see her, to see if my eyes could help solve the mystery that had so thoroughly confused my heart and mind. A small part of me was surprised ,as Kate complied without hesitation. When she pulled the sweatshirt off, the bottom of her tee shirt was pulled up enough for me to get a glimpse of her flat belly. Her clothes were tight-fitting, and my eyes roamed her body. She was the same height as Melissa, had the same overall shape to her frame, and seemed to be in very good shape. She wasn't as muscular as Melissa had been, but then again, Melissa never had to try as hard as others to build muscle mass. Kate was watching me study her. She didn't look afraid or apprehensive at all. Rather, what came across to me was a sense of absolute trust. Melissa had looked at me like that, like she would put her life in my hands without hesitation, safe in the knowledge that I would never willingly hurt her. Her hair was very different, in color and style, and her skin was pale, like she didn't spend a lot of time outside. I stepped closer and tentatively raised a hand to her face. She didn't flinch or pull away. My hand cupped her cheek, and she closed her eyes, pressing her face into my gentle touch. Her features were softened by youth, but the shape of her face, the structure of her bones, was eerily familiar. "You do look like her," I said softly. "Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I see her face looking back at me." I felt her hands on my waist as she stepped close. Our faces were inches apart. "This must be difficult for you," She whispered. "I've lived with this my whole life. I've had time to deal with it." Seemingly of their own accord, my arms wrapped around her in a hug. She pressed herself against me, and I could feel that her heart was beating as rapidly as mine. "Through the years, I began to love being her." My face nestled against her neck, fitting perfectly. I breathed in deep. Her scent, my God, it was her scent! "I began to love you," She whispered into my ear. "I love you the way she loved you." My thoughts were muddled; like I had been drinking all day and her words were hypnotizing. The rational part of my mind, dazzled as it was; still held to the fact that this was not Melissa. The rest of me wanted her to be Melissa, needed her to be. "I'm so alone." My words fell out of my mouth like a sob. "You don't have to be alone," She said soothingly. "You deserve to be loved." I brought my head up and looked into her eyes, Melissa's eyes. Why had she used those specific words, those words that had floated into my mind not ten minutes ago? They were my words, and it seemed as though Melissa was speaking them. "Do I?" I asked. "Everyone deserves to be loved, but you especially." I thought of the stranger I saw when I looked in the mirror. "You haven't seen me since the accident. I'm not the same person I was before. I don't know who I am, but it's not the Charles you knew." She cupped my face in her hands. Her eyes seemed to penetrate my very soul, reading the truth that had been obscured from me for so long. "I see you, Charles. You are kind and gentle, caring and considerate, fiercely loyal and honorable. You are truthful and funny, wise and brave. Most of all, you are loving. You would selflessly give the last of yourself if the one you loved needed it." The way Kate was looking at me, the love and knowing in her eyes, made something click in my mind. Bubbling up from the depths, came feelings I thought were gone forever. I remembered the way my heart fluttered when Melissa smiled at me, even after fifteen years of marriage. I remembered how it felt to fully give myself to her, and how my greatest pleasure was seeing the pleasure I gave to her. I remembered the sense of unity, the self and the other made whole. I remembered love, pure and bright, untainted by the weight of the world. Melissa and I had given ourselves to each other and became something greater, one being in all ways, body, heart, mind, and soul. That is who I was, who I am, and who I will forever be. Now standing here with this woman in my arms, I felt that connection again. I felt the bond we had forged, stronger than the foundations of the Earth, stronger than the very fabric of space and time. Though I hadn't seen it for years, it had not dissolved, had not forsaken me. What were a few years compared to that kind of power? "Are you my Melissa?" A faint sense of doubt passed through her eyes. "I don't know. Yes? No? Neither?" She looked away from my eyes, confusion, and memory clouding her face. "Have you ever read about schizophrenics? My mother thought I was one because when I started writing in diaries, I didn't have just one. I had three, one for me, one for Melissa, and one for you. I wrote down everything, all your conversations, and all your emotions. It was mostly just you at this point, with a few precious dreams of your weekends at the cabin with Melissa. Mom brought me to more doctors than I can remember, and they all said that I wasn't schizophrenic, as I didn't have trouble being myself. Apart from my dreams, I was a normal, healthy little girl. They read my journals, determined that I was suffering from an advanced form of multiple personality disorder, and medicated me accordingly. They were stumped though, how a little girl could write with such detail and realism." She looked down and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. I watched how her fingers moved and the posture of her body. She moved like Melissa. "The drugs they gave me didn't do anything but make me feel like shit all the time. I didn't know where my dreams were coming from, but I had to believe that nothing was wrong with me because they felt so right. I enjoyed them and saw them as a gift or a blessing. As strange as it may seem, you were my best friend, and I went to sleep happy every night." She stopped fidgeting and looked at me. "When I was thirteen, I had a dream about that most special weekend at the cabin. It was several dreams actually. I experienced every single moment. I felt the bond Melissa made with you, and not just while I was dreaming. The following days, I buzzed with giddy excitement and cried from the sheer joy of it. It was then that I knew without a shred of doubt, that I wasn't ill." She said this last word with derision. "Nothing that felt that right and pure could be sickness. I stopped taking the medication that day. My waking mind cleared, and I knew joy like I hadn't imagined possible." She sighed. "I never knew for sure if what I experienced in my dreams was happening to real people, or if it was all just for me alone, and I didn't want to find out." She placed my hand on her chest and I could feel her heart pounding. "What I do know, is that as time went on and I grew older, I became more like Melissa. Her personality and insecurities, likes and dislikes, her thoughts and dreams, all merged with my own. When I was old enough to start dating, I went out with a lot of guys. It never worked out, and rarely even got close to physical intimacy, because none of them were you." Her chest was heaving as her heart beat even faster. "I couldn't find love, because I was already in love. I don't know if I am Melissa. I wasn't born as her, so maybe I'm not. But in every way that truly matters, I think that I am her." I read her eyes with the ease that I had been able to read Melissa's. Her love for me was evident, as was her passion and desire. No one but Melissa had ever looked at me the way she was now. Like Melissa's had, Kate's eyes also held insecurity, self-consciousness, and hurt. Kate said that she had dreamed about the accident for years now. Seeing it, feeling it play out over and over. The pain of my recollection of it was pushed aside by an immense surge of empathy and compassion. I only had to live through it once. I couldn't imagine having it waiting for me every night, to see and feel it in perfect clarity, untarnished by the fog of memory. My hand slid from her heart, and she shuddered involuntarily as it settled gently on the side of her neck, just below her jawline. At that moment, I didn't see Kate. I saw the girl I had fallen hopelessly in love with so many years ago, and the woman I had married. I saw my warrior queen, fierce and confident, but at the same time so gentle and insecure. I saw her soul, eternally bound to mine. I saw Melissa's inexhaustible sexual desire for me, roaring hot as a blast furnace, as mine did for her. I tilted her face up and kissed her. She moaned softly, as her lips opened and our tongues met. The kissing was slow and gentle, neither of us wanting to scare the other with our need for intimacy. We both gasped as our mouths parted. She held my face, and her touch, despite my three-day-old stubble, was soft and familiar. "Maybe we shouldn't,” She held a finger to my lips. "I need you and you need me," She whispered. Slowly, she pulled her tee shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Eyes locked with mine, she unzipped her pants, shimmied, and kicked them away when they fell to her ankles. She wore a matching set of light blue panties and a bra. They were pretty, lacy things that accentuated her toned body in a way that screamed sensuality. Without another word, she took my hand in hers and led me to my bed. Later, I watched Kate sleep peacefully in my arms. I reached to the bedside table, and turned out the light, plunging the room into total darkness. I turned back to Kate, who I could see in my mind's eye with crystal clarity. This girl, this woman, who was at the same time achingly familiar and disturbingly foreign, had arrived in my life at the head of a rampaging horde of swirling thoughts. Was it possible that Melissa's soul had somehow made its way to Kate, and led her to me? Amid our passion, as years of longing and desire burst forth from both of us, it felt like I was with Melissa, in every way I could perceive. She moved and kissed like her, smelled and tasted like her. She felt like her, outside and in, and even moaned and cried out like her. I felt like I could give in and accept it. I could acknowledge that this was, in fact, Melissa. We could continue our life together as if the real Melissa had never died. We could be happy, and grow old hand in hand. It was so tempting to lose myself to the idea. My heart ached for it. But something wasn't right. The whole idea seemed unnatural as if it had been manipulated by a higher power whose intent could not be known. This doubt had the feel of truth, jagged and persistent. I knew that I couldn't ignore it, that it would be an eternal festering mote, no matter how sweet a fantasy my life would seem. There was a riddle here that needed to be solved, that demanded to be solved. Above all the confusion and jumbled emotions, there was an overarching feeling that there was an answer just beyond my grasp. I knew that if I could reach it and see just a glimpse of what was beyond, if only for a split second, I would know the truth. I lay there in the dark, willing with every fiber of my being for the universe to give me an answer. The darkness seemed to acquiesce to my silent pleading. I fell through the dark, free of my bed, free of the Earth and reality, into a cozy warm sleeping bag. I spoke to Melissa as night became morning. "You know me better than anyone. Being with you makes me feel complete, in a way I didn't know was possible. I am yours, in all ways, forever." Bright as a star, the light of love flashed in her eyes, bathing all existence with its brilliance. "Hold on to that moment, use it as a refuge." Sandy blonde hair glowed like golden fire in an autumn sunbeam. "You're real," Melissa said as we embraced outside her apartment. We evaporated into smoke, wafting on a lazy breeze through the pines, and condensed again, lying in Melissa's bed. "Have you been that lonely?" I asked. "For as long as I can remember" Melissa flung herself into my arms. "Am I okay? Charles, this is a dream come true!" A small glass bottle was held out for me to smell. I leaned close and howled as I was sucked into the bottle, down, down, down, into the swirling, bubbling liquid. "We remember scents much better than we think we do. Sometimes all we need is a little hint, and it's brought right to the front. Scents are all connected in our minds, and are rooted deep down at the very foundation of memory." My howl became the biting wind, as cold as the water crashing its way through the rocks. The grayness of the sky seemed to leach all color and emotion from the world. "None of what happened was your fault. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I love you, I will always love you." The wind rose, howling becoming screeching, becoming screaming, as tires slid, glass broke, and metal crumpled. "I love you. I love you. I love you..." A sudden silence as the flying glass became a sea of stars. "Nothing in the past, present, or future will stop me from loving you until the end of time..." The endless expanse of the cosmos loomed, comforting in its infinite possibility. "...and when we're both gone from this world, I'll find you in the next and keep loving you!" I stood alone in a bright sunlit clearing, within a cathedral of Red Pines. Above, a billion, billion suns twinkled in the vast dark. My mother hugged me. "Oh, Charles. Love is so precious. It doesn't matter where you find it, but when you do, you hold on with both hands and never let go." Mother became Melissa, whispering my words back to me. "I'll find you in the next and keep loving you." Our sacred pine grove faded as her whisper echoed through infinity. "I'll find you in the next, in the next, in the next..." I floated alone. The self, the other, and the one were all gone. Joy and sadness were words without meaning. Light and dark had no definition. Space had no direction. Time held no sway. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 2 parts, for Literotica.
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This week, we're exploring how leaders can navigate unexpected disruptions and rapid change, drawing from The Prepared Leader by Erica H. James and Lynn Perry Wooten.The Big Question: How can leaders stay grounded and prepared when change hits fast?The 9 Skills of Crisis ManagementPhase 1: DetectionSense-making - Scan for early warning signsPerspective-taking - Gather diverse viewpointsPhase 2: Preparation & PreventionInfluence - Build trust now, not during crisisOrganizational agility - Give people autonomyCreativity - Reframe problems as opportunitiesPhase 3: Damage ContainmentEffective communication - Stay calm, be transparentRisk-taking - Make decisions without complete certaintyPhase 4: RecoveryResilience - Support autonomy and confidenceLearning & reflection - Run retrospectivesKey TakeawayHope is an action word. Build these skills before crisis hits. If you micromanage, you're not building agility. Recovery isn't optional—make space for it.Resources: The Prepared Leader by Erica H. James & Lynn Perry Wooten | Gravitas by Lisa SunResources:Navigating a big transition? Check out our Pivot Plan: 8 Questions to Ask Yourself Before Your Next Big Move.Think coaching might be right for you? Schedule a free consultation to explore how we can help you step into your next level of leadership.Interested in going deeper in your own leadership and building your network? Join the waitlist for The CoCreate Work Leadership Book Club to explore the themes from this episode in community—through powerful reads, reflection prompts, and live conversations.Our last session of the Culture Crash Course just ended, but if you're interested in a Culture Crash Course for your organization or team, please contact us at support@cocreatework.com.Interested in leadership development for your team? Our Workshops are a great wait to develop your team's skills and connection.At CoCreate Work, we believe in asking great questions. Click here to receive our guide to 40 Powerful Questions to accelerate your growth.We would love to connect with you!CoCreate Work on LinkedInCoCreate Work on InstagramLa'Kita on InstagramChloe on InstagramVisit our Podcast PageQuestions you would like us to answer on the podcast? Email us at podcast@cocreatework.com
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In this week's podcast episode of Perspective Shift, we have a powerful frequency alchemy session with Christopher Blackwell. We will be conducting these on the second Wednesday of each month, so please feel free to email us at perspectiveshift2020@gmall.com if you would like to join us for a session! ✨ Complimentary Energy Scanning Session with Chris BlackwellDiscover what's truly aligned with your energy in a no-pressure, complimentary session with Chris Blackwell, Frequency Code Alchemist and Sound Healer.In this session, Chris will:Scan your energetic field to see where blockages or imbalances existTune into your frequency to identify services that resonate with you, including Frequency Elixirs, Identity Upgrades, Activation Meditations, and moreGain clarity and see which of Chris's offerings best support your growth — all completely complimentary.
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Welcome to Learn Polish Podcast, episode number 524. You'll find other episodes on learnpolishpodcast.com, on YouTube, Rumble and Spotify. Scan the QR code or go to www.roughlan.com to find six shows and everything I'm doing in podcasting. Lessons from Ania are available in the show notes, audio and video. In this episode Ania and Roy discuss shopping — trips to malls and weekly grocery runs, impulse buys versus planned purchases, price and promotion psychology, online vs in-store shopping, social media influence, and whether shopping can act as therapy. They share simple tips to tell a need from a want, how to avoid regret, and ideas like donating excess clothes. I have just launched my PodFather Podcast Coach Community https://www.skool.com/podfather/about Start your own SKOOl Academy https://www.skool.com/signup?ref=c72a37fe832f49c584d7984db9e54b71 All about Roy / Brain Gym & Virtual Assistants at https://roycoughlan.com/
In this episode, the hosts discuss various topics including updates on Dave's softball playoffs, the upgrade to in cab camera technology in delivery trucks, the implications of a scan less delivery function, and the challenges posed by COD brokerage fees. They also delve into a humorous discussion about the term 'smut' and its unexpected relevance in their lives, culminating in a preview of an upcoming championship game. www.patreon.com/aitdpod https://discord.gg/hm8WMUKVF8 Chapters 00:00 Patreon Shoutout and Episode Introduction 02:16 Softball Playoffs and Camera Updates 05:15 Vacation Plans and Work-Life Balance 08:19 Camera Updates and Micromanagement in Delivery 11:18 Scanless Delivery Function and Write-Up Concerns 14:00 COD Brokerage Fees and Recent Experiences 27:27 The Evolution of Payment Methods 29:59 Navigating Brokerage Fees and Customer Interactions 31:03 Discovering the Meaning of 'Smut' 39:42 Softball Playoffs and Competitive Spirit 47:37 Looking Ahead: Upcoming Events and Personal Goals Takeaways Patreon support is crucial for the podcast's success. Softball playoffs can be unpredictable and exciting. New camera technology in delivery trucks raises concerns about micromanagement. Scan less delivery functions are being implemented with varying levels of enforcement. COD brokerage fees can create challenges for delivery drivers and customers alike. The term 'smut' has a humorous and unexpected context in the conversation. The hosts share personal experiences related to their jobs and hobbies. The camaraderie among the hosts enhances the listener's experience. Upcoming events like hockey season and personal milestones are exciting. The importance of community and engagement through platforms like Discord. THE OPINIONS EXPRESSED OR VIEWS EXPRESSED ON THIS PODCAST ARE THOSE OF THE HOSTS AND GUESTS AND DO NOT NECESSARILY REFLECT ANY DELIVERY COMPANY
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Welcome to the Hot Topics podcast from NB Medical with Dr Neal Tucker! In this episode, we talk about some real research rather than stuff made up by over-tanned heads of state. Three papers. First, can researchers fill the gap on whether anti-inflammatory reliever therapy is best for mild asthma? Second, how effective are SCAN pathways for suspected cancer in patients with non-specific symptoms who don't meet site-specific referral criteria, and what lessons can we learn from years of referrals?Third, how do the numbers of licensed GPs differ from actual GPs working, and how does this all compare to what's happening with hospital consultants?ReferencesLancet AIR for kids asthmaLancet Primary Care SCAN referrals BMJ Trends in practising GPswww.nbmedical.com/podcast
With more than four decades of experience in oncology, cardiovascular imaging, ultrasound, and radioligand therapy, Dr. François Tranquart has helped shape the field of molecular imaging from both sides of the table—first as an academic physician and researcher, and later as an industry leader driving global clinical development.In this French-language episode of Fractals: Life Science Conversations, François joins host Paul Martinetti to share:Why the transition from academia to industry brought new opportunities for innovation.The critical role of collaboration and patient-centered thinking in clinical research.How emerging tools like AI, FAP tracers, and therapeutic ultrasound are transforming nuclear medicine.The biggest lessons he's learned across 40+ years of advancing imaging and therapeutic solutions.Listen to the full conversation on your favorite podcast platform, and connect with Bracken to learn how our cross-functional expertise can support your development strategy.
On the day the Lakon Type-11 Prospector becomes available in early access for anyone with at least 16,500 ARX to spare, Lakon launches a trial to demonstrate just how good their new ship is. Squadron Carriers unexpectedly aquire a Commodities Market. System Architects get to demolish some of what they built. Archon Delaine has four systems confiscated, to make more room for new Commanders. And there's a planetary collision coming up in the Reienadi system.
This is a recap of the top 10 posts on Hacker News on September 25, 2025. This podcast was generated by wondercraft.ai (00:30): ChatControl: EU wants to scan all private messages, even in encrypted appsOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45374500&utm_source=wondercraft_ai(01:52): Microsoft blocks Israel's use of its tech in mass surveillance of PalestiniansOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45373564&utm_source=wondercraft_ai(03:15): Death rates rose in hospital ERs after private equity firms took overOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45372442&utm_source=wondercraft_ai(04:38): Cloudflare Email Service: private betaOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45373081&utm_source=wondercraft_ai(06:01): The story of DOGE, as told by federal workersOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45373102&utm_source=wondercraft_ai(07:24): ChatGPT PulseOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45375477&utm_source=wondercraft_ai(08:46): Improved Gemini 2.5 Flash and Flash-LiteOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45375845&utm_source=wondercraft_ai(10:09): Bundler Belongs to the Ruby CommunityOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45371061&utm_source=wondercraft_ai(11:32): Knotty: A domain-specific language for knitting patternsOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45369768&utm_source=wondercraft_ai(12:55): Demand for human radiologists is at an all-time highOriginal post: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=45372335&utm_source=wondercraft_aiThis is a third-party project, independent from HN and YC. Text and audio generated using AI, by wondercraft.ai. Create your own studio quality podcast with text as the only input in seconds at app.wondercraft.ai. Issues or feedback? We'd love to hear from you: team@wondercraft.ai
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This week on The Wellness Way we welcome Michelle Davies, former osteopath and now Brain Care Expert. Michelle runs clinics in Harley Street and online, using Solex AO Scan technology to support brain health and balance.She shares why she moved from manual osteopathy into bio-frequency medicine, how the AO Scan works and the role of the brain, nervous system and glymphatic system in restoring clarity and resilience. Michelle is also the author of Miracle Worker and Mental Clarity.Connect with Michelle • healingwithmichelledavies.com • braincareexpert.com • Instagram: @the.michelledaviesConnect with Philly • Website: phillyjlay.com • Instagram: @thewellnesswaypodcastSupport Philly's workJoin the newsletter and the rest of the wellness warriors in Philly's CommuniTEA members only group. Learn more at www.phillyjlay.com DisclaimerThis podcast is for educational purposes only. Always seek professional advice for any health or legal concerns.
It was a huge weekend in the world of pro wrestling & the Shining Wizards are here to cover it. Before we can get to it, we find out if all the Wizards figured out how to watch the PLE on ESPN We are the joined by the Sweetest Pea Kristara to talk about wrestling In Canada, coming to the States, what's new for her, Sexxy Eddy & more. If... The post The Shining Wizards 760: Scan the QR Code appeared first on Shining Wizards Network.
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It was a huge weekend in the world of pro wrestling & the Shining Wizards are here to cover it.Before we can get to it, we find out if all the Wizards figured out how to watch the PLE on ESPN We are the joined by the Sweetest Pea Kristara to talk about wrestling In Canada, coming to the States, what's new for her, Sexxy Eddy & more. If you aren't familiar with Kristara this interview is a great starting point. Back from the break the boys talk Wrestlepalooza, Steph McMahon in the Hall of Fame & The John Cena farewell tour. Briefly touch on the prospects of NXT vs TNA happening this possible weekend heading towards No Mercy Then talks turn to AEW All Out, with all the returns, fire & stuff for the sickos Tony's homework wraps things up, and the panel is split, but that quickly is forgotten as Matt drops a near hour match in the laps of the boys for the next homework assignment. Here is the link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xo_2Xw1owqk
In this episode, the hosts share their experiences from a recent Mets game, highlighting memorable moments and the joy of family outings. They also delve into the topic of cancel culture, discussing its implications and recent high-profile cases. The conversation shifts to the delivery industry, focusing on the new scan-less bulk deliveries feature and its pros and cons. Finally, they engage with listeners through a question of the week, sharing humorous responses and insights from their audience. FOR AD FREE EPISODES, JOIN OUR PATREON FAMILY www.patreon.com/aitdpod https://discord.gg/hm8WMUKVF8 Takeaways The Mets game was a memorable experience for the host's son. Cancel culture continues to affect public figures and their careers. The new scanless bulk deliveries feature has both advantages and disadvantages. Listener engagement is a key part of the podcast's success. Family outings can create lasting memories for children. The hosts emphasize the importance of community support through Patreon. Humor and relatability are central to the podcast's appeal. The delivery industry is evolving with new technologies and practices. Engaging with listeners helps build a stronger community. The hosts reflect on their personal experiences and share relatable stories. Chapters 00:00 Introduction and Episode Overview 01:10 Memorable Mets Game Experience 09:52 Cancel Culture and Its Impact 10:22 Celebrity Encounters and Surprising Discoveries 19:26 Scanl-ess Bulk Deliveries Discussion 24:22 Question of the Week: Supervisor Pet Peeves THE OPINIONS EXPRESSED OR VIEWS EXPRESSED ON THIS PODCAST ARE THOSE OF THE HOSTS AND GUESTS AND DO NOT NECESSARILY REFLECT ANY DELIVERY COMPANY
This week on Death Clock, Brent speaks with Dr. Gina Woods, an endocrinologist and osteoporosis specialist at UC San Diego, to demystify DXA scans and explain why bone density and body-composition testing matter for longevity. Dr. Woods walks through what a DXA actually measures, why visceral fat and low muscle mass can be invisible but metabolically dangerous, and how simple, practical steps can prevent decline. She also addresses barriers to wider screening, the difference between clinical DXA and walk-in body-composition scans, and why early testing can reveal silent bone loss that routine labs won't catch.If you want concrete, evidence-based ways to protect your bones and body composition as you age, then this episode is for you. Hope you enjoy.
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This episode traces the Marxist destruction of Indian History by covering the brazen falsehoods propagated by Dwijendra Narayan Jha (D.N. Jha). D.N. Jha was the direct disciple of another Marxist ideologue, Ram Sharan Sharma. Among all Marxist distorians, D.N. Jha is the crudest and the most brazen purveyor of naked distortions of Indian History. He seems to have had a morbid fetish to compulsively detect the use of beef and liquor in ancient India. His offensive and crass book titled The Myth of the Holy Cow is a shameless assault against the most sacred beliefs of the Hindu community. D.N. Jha's other full-time obsession was the peddling of hatred against Brahmins. He has written miles and miles of hate speech against Brahmins. In fact, he has authored a full-length book unambiguously titled Brahmanical Intolerance in Early India, a litany of Brahmin abuse. If that was not enough, D.N. Jha has also characterised Hindu deities in an extremely perverted and vulgar fashion in his book, Adulterous Gods and their inebriated women. That apart, Jha has distorted the history of the Gupta Empire using dubious methodology and has thereby drawn wild conclusions. He has force fitted Marxist Theories to areas of Indian history that do not lend themselves to such theories. D.N. Jha has also earned notoriety for his flagrant denial of Bakhtiyar Khalji's savage destruction and burning of the ancient Nalanda University. Thanks to the Marxist stranglehold over institutions, Jha's books were prescribed by the NCERT as history textbooks for schoolchildren for decades. In plain language, D.N. Jha was responsible for destroying at least two generations of Indians in their formative years. Do listen to the whole podcast exposing the mass of historical distortions committed by D.N. Jha.Support Our PodcastsIf you enjoyed this episode, please consider supporting The Dharma Dispatch podcast so we can offer more such interesting, informative and educational content related to Indian History, Sanatana Dharma, Hindu Culture and current affairs. It takes us months of rigorous research, writing and editing and significant costs to offer this labour of love.Ways you can Support The Dharma Podcast:* UPI: ddispatch@axl* Wallets, Netbanking, etc.* Scan the QR Code below. Get full access to The Dharma Dispatch Digest at thedharmadispatch.substack.com/subscribe
Thank you for joining us for our 2nd Cabral HouseCall of the weekend! I'm looking forward to sharing with you some of our community's questions that have come in over the past few weeks… Raina: Hi Dr. Cabral! Hope you're feeling groovy and vibrant on this fine day! :) I recently had a baby.. I was planning for a home birth but things didn't go as planned. After 100+ hours of labor I went to the hospital and ended up with an emergency c section. My baby was taken to the NICU because of struggling to breathe - she had swallowed meconium which quickly came out and she was then breathing fine. While I was in recovery from surgery and she was in the NICU the med team gave her a vit K shot, despite the fact that i previously told them no injections. Now I'm trying to right their wrongs. Is there anything I can do to help her body after receiving the vit K shot? Also, how could I best support her body after a c section and not getting the benefits of a natural vaginal birth? Thanks!!!!! Jennifer: Hi Dr. Cabral! I would like to get your thoughts on mesenteric panniculitis. I am a healthy 50 year-old female, currently IHP level 1 student. I had a CT abd/pelvis a few months back for a pretty bad GI virus. Scan showed enterocolitis however incidentally noted “mesenteric panniculitis, likely chronic”. I have read this (mesenteric panniculitis) can be autoimmune related and wanted to get your thoughts and any recommendations. By the way, I will be completing my first Dr. Cabral 21 day detox in 2 weeks and already feel great! Thank you so much for all you do! Jill: Dr. Cabral, I enjoy and learn so much from your podcast and appreciated learning about mammogram alternatives in episode 3049. Similarly, I'd love to find DEXA alternatives with no radiation and wanted to get your feedback on REMS (Radiofrequency Echographic Multi Spectrometry). This technology has no radiation and is made by the Echolight company in Italy. It is currently available through Precision bone imaging in CA and AZ and because the technology is portable was also available to book at my local OsteoStrong location in Las Vegas, NV. Additionally, can you give your feedback on the FDA cleared device called OsteoBoost? John: He doc. Just wondering if you read the book the one minute cure and if you did what did you think about it . Thanks keep up the amazing work John: Hey doc . In one of your previous podcast you mention how good the sauna is to do post workout, I'd like to know iif that's only after an anaerobic workout or if it's good after an aerobic workout to . Thanks Thank you for tuning into this weekend's Cabral HouseCalls and be sure to check back tomorrow for our Mindset & Motivation Monday show to get your week started off right! - - - Show Notes and Resources: StephenCabral.com/3502 - - - Get a FREE Copy of Dr. Cabral's Book: The Rain Barrel Effect - - - Join the Community & Get Your Questions Answered: CabralSupportGroup.com - - - Dr. Cabral's Most Popular At-Home Lab Tests: > Complete Minerals & Metals Test (Test for mineral imbalances & heavy metal toxicity) - - - > Complete Candida, Metabolic & Vitamins Test (Test for 75 biomarkers including yeast & bacterial gut overgrowth, as well as vitamin levels) - - - > Complete Stress, Mood & Metabolism Test (Discover your complete thyroid, adrenal, hormone, vitamin D & insulin levels) - - - > Complete Food Sensitivity Test (Find out your hidden food sensitivities) - - - > Complete Omega-3 & Inflammation Test (Discover your levels of inflammation related to your omega-6 to omega-3 levels) - - - Get Your Question Answered On An Upcoming HouseCall: StephenCabral.com/askcabral - - - Would You Take 30 Seconds To Rate & Review The Cabral Concept? The best way to help me spread our mission of true natural health is to pass on the good word, and I read and appreciate every review!
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