Podcasts about Tunguska

On the morning of June 30, 1908, something exploded over the remote Siberian wilderness with a force estimated at up to 15 megatons of TNT — flattening over 80 million trees across 800 square miles… and yet, leaving behind no crater. In this episode of Truth Be Told Paranormal, we dive deep into one of the greatest unsolved mysteries in modern history: The Tunguska Event. Was it a comet or asteroid that detonated in the atmosphere?A mini black hole passing through Earth?A secret Nikola Tesla experiment gone wrong?Alien technology malfunctioning mid-flight?Eyewitnesses reported a fireball streaking across the sky, followed by a shockwave so powerful it knocked people off their feet over 40 miles away. Windows shattered hundreds of miles from the blast site. The night skies across Europe glowed for days afterward — bright enough to read a newspaper at midnight. But with no impact crater, minimal physical debris, and delayed scientific investigation due to political turmoil in Russia, the Tunguska explosion has remained a breeding ground for conspiracy theories and alternative explanations for over a century. Tonight, we examine the science, the speculation, and the cover-up theories surrounding the largest atmospheric explosion ever recorded in human history — and ask the question: Was Tunguska truly a natural disaster… or something far more mysterious?Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/truth-be-told-paranormal--3589860/support.

La mañana del 30 de junio de 1908, cuando el siglo XX apenas estaba dando sus primeros pasos y el mundo todavía confiaba en que la ciencia acabaría explicándolo todo, algo absolutamente extraordinario ocurrió en el corazón de Siberia. En una región remota, casi inaccesible, atravesada por el río Tunguska Podkamennaya y habitada por comunidades nómadas, el cielo se iluminó de repente como si hubiera amanecido dos veces. Un estruendo ensordecedor sacudió la tierra, el aire ardió y una fuerza invisible arrasó el bosque en cientos de kilómetros a la redonda. No hubo cráter, no hubo testigos directos en el epicentro, no hubo una explicación inmediata. Solo quedó el silencio posterior a la catástrofe y una pregunta que todavía hoy sigue resonando: ¿qué fue exactamente lo que explotó sobre Tunguska?

La mañana del 30 de junio de 1908, cuando el siglo XX apenas estaba dando sus primeros pasos y el mundo todavía confiaba en que la ciencia acabaría explicándolo todo, algo absolutamente extraordinario ocurrió en el corazón de Siberia. En una región remota, casi inaccesible, atravesada por el río Tunguska Podkamennaya y habitada por comunidades nómadas, el cielo se iluminó de repente como si hubiera amanecido dos veces. Un estruendo ensordecedor sacudió la tierra, el aire ardió y una fuerza invisible arrasó el bosque en cientos de kilómetros a la redonda. No hubo cráter, no hubo testigos directos en el epicentro, no hubo una explicación inmediata. Solo quedó el silencio posterior a la catástrofe y una pregunta que todavía hoy sigue resonando: ¿qué fue exactamente lo que explotó sobre Tunguska?

It is possible the object creating the Tunguska event in Russia 1908 which knocked down 80 million trees over an area about twice the size of New York City was a fragment of a comet or asteroid. The International Asteroid Warning Network 2025 campaign to track Comet 3L/Atlas prepares the worlds observatories for the eventual time when a comet fragment has our number on it.

Earth's history has seen some truly bizarre natural disasters. Take the Tunguska event in 1908, for example, where a massive explosion flattened 800 square miles of Siberian forest, likely caused by a meteor airburst. Then, there was a "Year Without a Summer" in 1816, caused by the eruption of Mount Tambora, which led to global cooling, crop failures, and food shortages. There were more weird disasters in the history of our planet that could be called weird - let's learn more about them. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The STRANGE Story of the Tunguska EventBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/missing-persons-mysteries--5624803/support.

In this episode of Unidentified History, the guys reflect on the most significant events in ufology throughout 2025, including the September UAP hearings and the impact of whistleblower testimonies. They discuss the Age of Disclosure documentary and its implications for public understanding of UAPs, as well as James Fox's outstanding Moment of Contact: New Revelations, an expanded investigation into the Varginha incident and its ongoing mysteries. The conversation highlights the evolving landscape of ufology and the increasing willingness of pilots and officials to discuss their experiences with unidentified aerial phenomena. The conversation delves into various aspects of UFO phenomena, focusing on eyewitness testimonies, the credibility of narratives, and the role of military and government in UFO incidents. The back half of the episode discusses the implications of the Tunguska event of 1908, exploring various theories about its cause and the potential modern implications of such events if history were to repeat itself in a more populous area. The episode concludes by emphasizing the need for community unity in the pursuit of truth in ufology.Once thought to be solely the stuff of science fiction, UAPs (UFOs) are very real to thousands around the world. In 2021, the US Government confirmed that leaked UAP video was legitimate. Ever since, there has been an explosion of interest in the topic. Yet, we are no closer to understanding UAPs, where they come from, or who/what is behind the phenomenon. In this series, we look to bridge the gap between the past and present by looking at some of the most important UAP sightings in history and determining whether the question of “are we alone in the universe?” might have already been answered.About the Chairshot Radio NetworkLaunched in 2017, the Chairshot Radio Network presents you with the best in sports, entertainment, and sports entertainment. Wrestling and wrestling crossover podcasts + the most interesting content + the most engaging hosts = the most entertaining podcasts you'll find! MONDAY - Bandwagon Nerds (entertainment & popular culture) TUESDAY - 4 Corners Podcast (sports) WEDNESDAY - The Greg DeMarco Show (wrestling) THURSDAY - POD is WAR FRIDAY - DWI Podcast (Drunk Wrestling Intellect) SATURDAY - The Mindless Wrestling Podcast SUNDAY - Keeping the news ridiculous... The Oddity / The Front and Center Sports Podcast CHAIRSHOT RADIO NETWORK PODCAST SPECIALS Attitude Of Aggression Podcast & The Big Five Project (chronologically exploring WWE's PPV/PLE history) http://TheChairshot.com PRESENTS...IMMEDIATE POST WWE PLE REACTIONS w/ DJ(Mindless), Tunney(DWI) & Friends Patrick O'Dowd's 5X5Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/chairshot-radio-network/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Programa Nº 25 de "Voces del Misterio", Temporada 2007/2008. Sumario: · Con Carlos Ros conoceremos los enigmas de 'la Catedral de Sevilla'. · 'Zona OVNI', nueva sección donde se tratará toda la actualidad del fenómeno OVNI. · El personaje del misterio de esta semana es 'El Marqués ladrón: Manuel de Villegas y Pontevedra'. · Hoy en la Zona de Misterio conoceremos los que sucedió en 1908 en la región siberiana de 'Tunguska'... · 'Dobles fantasmales', dobles que tiene la gente en todo el mundo. Dobles recogidos en documentos históricos, dobles como Lord Bairon... · 'Historias del Otro Lado' (1a parte), hoy José Manuel García Bautista nos relatará la historia de Imelda... · Para finalizar la sección de los 'Libros'. Audio perteneciente a la primera etapa, en Radio Betis. Os recordamos que este PODCAST NO es el OFICIAL del programa “Voces del Misterio”. PARANORMALIA: https://paranormaliaweb.github.io/ (WEB), https://www.facebook.com/paranormaliaweb/ (Facebook) y https://x.com/paranormaliaweb (X).

It is possible the object creating the Tunguska event in Russia 1908 which knocked down 80 million trees over an area about twice the size of New York City was a fragment of a comet or asteroid. The International Asteroid Warning Network 2025 campaign to track Comet 3L/Atlas prepares the worlds observatories for the eventual time when a comet fragment has our number on it.

If you're hungry this week, dear listeners, how about having something a bit "meteor"? Get it? Instead of "meatier"...Okay, so you're not here for my knockabout comedy, but this week's episode is, quite literally, out of this world. What do Siberia, Evenki natives, and space rocks all have in common? If you're in suspense, hit that play button to find out!

Microcosmos Records proudly presents Ganymede, a new chapter from producer EDD-989 — an artist long admired for his warm, rhythmic chillout sound. With this album, he ventures into deeper space — a world without pulse or percussion, where silence and resonance become the rhythm. Ganymede is a meditative journey through slow-moving harmonies and shimmering atmospheres. Each track unfolds gradually, drawing the listener into weightless stillness — music that feels suspended between stars and dreams. Born from the artist's planetarium performances, the album transforms the vastness of space into an intimate, reflective experience. It invites you not to travel outward, but inward — to the quiet center where everything flows and nothing rushes. Close your eyes, drift beyond time, and let Ganymede guide your inner orbit.

Dünyanın Sonuna Yolculuk'un dördüncü bölümünde Can Öz ve Ümit Alan, uzaydan gelen bir taşın Dünya'ya çarpma ihtimalini ve bunun olası sonuçlarını ele alıyor. Asteroit çarpmasının tanımı, küçük gök taşlarıyla büyük cisimler arasındaki fark, Chicxulub'dan Tunguska ve Chelyabinsk'e uzanan tarihsel örnekler ve güncel risk değerlendirmeleri inceleniyor. NASA ve ESA'nın erken tespit ile saptırma çalışmaları aktarılırken, İstanbul merkezli “Bugün düşse ne olur?” senaryosuna da bu bölümde yer veriliyor.

In this episode, Devin and Ian discuss Nomad's Tunguska Sectorial. They go over their most commonly chosen pieces, general strengths and weaknesses, as well as hidden surprises they can bring to bear. They then bring it all together with some tips for fighting against them.While you're listening, jump on our Discord server, to talk more Infinity.(⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/4WJtJXcYjP⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠)And if you want access some cool benefits while helping us keep the show going, check out our Patreon.(⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/MetaChemistry⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠)

30 Haziran 1908'de Sibirya'nın Tunguska bölgesinde gerçekleşen devasa bir atmosferik patlama, modern bilimin hâlâ tam olarak açıklayamadığı en büyük kozmik olaylardan biri olarak kabul edilir. Yaklaşık 2.150 km²'lik bir alanı etkileyen bu enerji boşalması, milyonlarca ağacın aynı yönde devrilmesine ve atmosfere önemli miktarda enerji salınımına yol açtı. Bilim insanlarının araştırmalarına devam ettiği ancak üzerinde uzlaşamadığı bir bilinmezler konusu ile karşınızdayız!

The Time Riders: Part 3 What happens when you mix clock-block with priapism? Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Ain't Nobody Got Time For That Shit! Mark and Becky sat in the small cottage, looking around in wonder. They were still in Seventeenth Century France, but found themselves surrounded by technologies that they hadn't even heard of. The walls were lined with clocks, some of which were mechanical, some seemed to be digital or binary, while others told time in ways they couldn't fathom. Sitting across from them at the stout, round oaken table, Chester Edgerton smoked a pipe and observed them casually. "How; how can you have this all out on display?" Mark asked, still gaping. "I mean, isn't it against the rules to have this sort of tech from the future lying around where the locals might bump into it?" "That's the beauty of it, my' boy," he said cheerfully, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "They can't see it." "Well, I get it if you try to restrict entry to your house," Mark pressed, wanting to understand. "But what if you're gone and bandits break in? Becks and I can account for banditry in this day and age, for sure." "Mayhap," the man replied. "But I brought you through the door that leads to my actual house. The front door, the one the local peasantry sees, leads into a simple cottage, typical of the period, and owned by a pudgy man of indeterminate nationality." "Your; house is in two places at once?" Mark asked, trying to understand. "No, it's the same place," Chester answered simply. "Two different times, however. We're sitting in my actual abode, Twenty-First Century." Mark shook his head. "That's some weird Tardis shit right there." "Only at first." Chester allowed. "I notice you have all your windows shut," Becky remarked. "You said we're in the Twenty-First Century, but I take from further ahead than Mark and I are from, so you're not showing us?" "Clever girl," mused the man, smiling. "While I won't absolutely stop you from looking or even going outside, I would warn you that if you do and see something you don't like, you're committing yourself to that future, no matter how hard you try to undo it." "We'll stay put then," she said readily. "You were kind enough to bring us here and sort of explain how we might acquire goods in the time stream?" He nodded. "I know it might seem counter-intuitive, but the simple fact of the matter is that if people are going to insist on time travelling, the least they can do is be well-prepared for it so they don't hurt themselves or others." He leaned forward. "The first question you need to ask yourself is, why are you so intent on time-travelling to begin with? Is it simple curiosity? Are you planning to make a living somehow? Are you just trying to get laid?" He looked at Mark during this last question and the young man blushed, while Becky giggled and patted his hand. "Mark was a dud in Physics in his last year of high school," she explained. "Come to think of it, he was in little or no danger of getting into any post-secondary education facility." "Thanks." Mark muttered. "But, then he found his time machine, something called a Holmes Field Device, and he resolved to go back in time a few months and convince me to give him an A in Physics with the promise of earth-shaking sex." "This story sounds worse every time I hear it." Mark complained. "Fortunately, I acquiesced, rather than disemboweling him for breaking into my home, and not only did we become lovers, but now we're adventuring the time stream together." "Hmm, a teacher and a student, eh?" mused the man, smiling at them as he smoked. "Teachers and students are plentiful, of course, but they're usually from the far, far future and on very strictly-controlled excursions into the past. Hands-on history classes, if you will." "That makes history sound kinda fun." Mark said. "Oh, I daresay it is," agreed Chester. "Nothing quite as exciting as going back to the Cretaceous Period and taking a ride on the back of a trained Styracosaurus. Or watching Dromer races." "Isn't that screwing with the timeline?" Becky inquired. "I mean, humans weren't around for another sixty-three million years following the demise of the dinosaurs." "It's all very carefully regulated on remote islands," Chester explained. "It does nothing to mess with the ecosystem and the specimens are trained to interact with humans, for the most part." "Riding one of those big horned dinosaurs would be a kick." Mark mused, grinning. "You've already got a perfectly good horn I like to ride," Becky giggled, squeezing his hand again. "Besides, this is where our host tells us that it won't be possible for us any time soon." "You're a very perceptive young lady," he allowed. "We can't have just anyone mucking up the time stream, you know. It's especially difficult when people who lived before time travel was commonly accepted try to get involved. They inevitably get exposed to technologies they shouldn't be aware of, or events that weren't known during their own time;” "I'll give you a tiny example," he said, leaning forward now, as if he was confiding a secret. "Have you heard of the Tunguska Incident?" "Sure, the Tunguska region in Siberia, 1908," Becky answered, nodding. "A large meteor slammed into the ground, creating a blast equal to sixty megatons and flattening everything for nearly a hundred miles around." "No, that's what you need to think," he corrected, pointing the stem of his pipe toward them. "It was, in fact, an advanced weapon that was stolen from a future date, and before temporal agents could recover it, the thieves blew it up to cover their escape. Granted, there are people in your time who have conspiracy theories about nuclear blast, nearly forty years before the first atomic tests, but they're wrong as well. It wasn't a nuclear device, simply a weapon with an incredibly high conventional yield by your age's standards." "So; why can you tell us this now?" Becky asked. He grinned and spread out his arms in a gesture of farce. "Who would believe you?" "So how did you know that we were time travelers?" Mark asked as they followed their host and guide through the woods. "Well, I heard snippets of your conversation," Chester said as he led the way. "But to be honest, even though your outfits might pass with locals for 'reasonably authentic', you couldn't possibly hide your origins from a fellow time-traveler. Mark claimed to be Spanish, he doesn't look at all Spanish, certainly not from this era. Miss Rebecca is remarkably tall for a woman." "Well there's something I don't hear very often back home!" she giggled. "And you're both in strangely good health, with unblemished skin and full heads of hair," Chester added. "I was relatively certain, and then I heard you discussing your relative inexperience, so I sought to introduce myself." "I'd' have thought that you wouldn't introduce yourself to newbies," Mark stated, helping Becky over a log. "Isn't it safer to keep your chatter to people who know what they're doing?" "It's actually the exact opposite," replied Chester. "The best thing you can do around veteran time travelers you don't need to talk to is to not talk to them. Their timelines are probably very intricate and you don't want yours getting snarled up with them. Newbies, as you call them, probably still have linear experiences that are simple to understand and educating them about what awaits is the simplest way to keep things from getting weird." Getting up to leave the cottage, Mark asked; "So this device the time cops gave me," Mark stated, holding up his chronometer. "It's actually pretty useful then, because it warns me when I'm getting too close to myself or something I've affected." "That was very generous of them," Chester said in a serious tone. "They don't do that for just everyone who shows up suddenly in the time stream. Sometimes they let matters work themselves out, if you know what I mean." Chester's Forest Farewell.  The meadow they stepped into, had a mature lush forest further back. They reached a small clearing in the forest they'd been tromping through and stopped for a bit, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. Chester looked at them both and slapped his hands on his thighs. "Now then, I've brought you here so that you can witness a casual event that is due to happen just outside the woods. Nothing major, but it will give you a taste of what can await you. I have something to attend to and should be back in a few hours. Just stay out of sight and don't leave the tree line." "You're leaving?" Mark protested. Chester turned to look at him. "It might be that the events you will see unfold work better for me if I am nowhere near them," the man replied. "Fear not, I shall return. Enjoy yourselves." And then he walked into the woods and was gone. Mark looked around and finally sighed. "Helluva way to mentor someone," he muttered as he stood to take in a panoramic context. "Take 'em somewhere and then just fuck off? Nice." "He's not your mentor, Mark," Becky chided, sitting on a log and smiling at him. "He's a fellow time traveler who is doing you a favor. He's given you plenty of valuable information free of charge already, something I doubt he does frequently." "Well, okay," Mark allowed. "So, we just wait until we see something happen?" "No idea when that'll be, he didn't really tell us, did he?" Becky pointed out. "Yup," Mark sighed. "So, now what?" Becky tilted her head slightly as she looked at him, like there was something wrong with his brain. "Here's an idea. How about you come over here and fuck me?" Mark was so determined to be bent out of shape for having no instructions that he'd overlooked the completely obvious. He laughed and stepped forward, pulling Becky to her feet. They were holding their hands between them and staring into one another's eyes, smiling. "Now this is what time travel is all about," she purred, her eyes shining with delight. "You're going to fuck me in the woods in Louis the Sun King's France, Mark. For all we know, this is some sort of royal ground and we're trespassing. How many people can say they've done that?" "Just the lucky ones;” he replied, beginning to unfasten the clasps on her dress, freeing her chest from its confines. As the dress fell away, she was left standing on in a low-cut, blouse-like shirt and some panties, having chosen to forego the usual layers of buntlings and knickers. She bit her lip as he pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her glorious tits. Kneeling now, he slowly slid her panties down, feeling a thrill as her hairless, smooth cunt came into view. She stepped out of the tiny thong panties, letting him drink in the sight of her. Yes, he'd been with her for over a week now in France, but he never tired of seeing her beautiful body. "Your turn now, my lord." Becky whispered as she began removing his clothing, peeling away the layers until he was as naked as herself. She stood up again and moved close, her nipples gently kissing against his chest. Unable to hold back any more, Mark pulled his teacher to him and kissed her deeply, making Becky moan into his mouth. Their hands wandered over one another's now-familiar forms, seeking to stimulate, tease and pleasure. His hands found her pert ass cheeks and he squeezed them, causing her to moan again. "Hmm, can't wait to get some grass stains on this dress," she murmured, looking up into his eyes. "And maybe a few on my knees." She slowly knelt in front of Mark, kissing and nipping at his skin on the way down. His swelling phallus was in front of her face now and she licked her lips hungrily before taking gentle hold and kissing it. Mark closed his eyes and shivered, loving the feel of her lips on him. Everything about his teacher was incredible. He was just sorry it had taken so long to realize it. Becky now had the head of his cock inside her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue around flicking the tip of her tongue against him. She giggled as his rod throbbed and grew longer and harder. She loved how turned on he could get by her, it made her feel so primal and sexual. She then slid her mouth a little further down his shaft before pulling back, shivering in delight at the sight of his glistening skin. Mark's fingers were in her hair and flexing gently as she began to bob back and forth, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She hummed lightly, vibrating her lips around him and making him groan. Her hand rested on the shaft, pumping as it followed her lips, making a gentle twisting motion on the sensitive skin. Becky loved sucking cock, and Mark's was ridiculously perfect for her, in just about every possible way. She hoped that wouldn't be a problem down the road. She took gentle hold of his hips with both hands and moved back and forth along his shaft, breathing through her nose as she deep-throated him. Mark groaned in pleasure, his fingers flexing into her scalp and tugging her hair. She looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, which she knew he found so erotic. She could feel his skin growing warm and knew now was the time to stop and change things up if she intended to have his cock inside her. There was indeed one good thing about them being out of sync, with her current self three months behind him; they already knew she wasn't pregnant in his current timeline, so he could cum deep inside her as much as they liked. She pulled her mouth off his with a wet 'pop!' and smiling seductively. "I'm thinking maybe my girl wants to say hello too;” she purred. Mark nodded and spread out her dress before lying down on it, his rock-hard cock standing straight up and throbbing. Becky crawled over him, straddling his face, her creamy, wet cunt mere inches from his mouth. She faced down his body, giggling and he snaked his tongue out to taste her, but she kept her prize just out of reach. "So that's how it is, eh?" he said from below her before suddenly wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling down on them and causing her to lurch unexpectedly (for her) onto his eager mouth. Becky shuddered and moaned loudly as his tongue snaked along and massaged her nether lips, before flickering against her throbbing clit to make her gasp and almost double over. "No fair;” she panted, trying to regain control of herself, but Mark seemed inclined to cheat. He kept her pinned to him, leaving her to squirm helplessly above him while he lashed her with his tongue. "Uh, you bastard; yes, right there; Oh, God, Mark;” Her pleas exhorted him to even greater measures. He was determined to make her cum on his mouth at least once before they fucked. And he seemed to be pretty damned good at making her cum with oral sex, he had to say. Becky squirmed on top of him, playing wither tits, pinching and pulling on her pink nipples, her eyes squeezed shut, because it almost felt too good if she was looking at him. His eager tongue snaked deep inside her hungry cunt, making her wetter still. He had this maddening technique where he formed shapes or letters inside her with his tongue, reaching almost every nook and cranny of her. She whimpered, knowing he intended to make her cum and she was more than happy to oblige. She leaned forward while sitting on his face, reaching out to his twitching cock, caressing and massaging it gently; she didn't want him to cum, she just wanted to keep him stimulated. She felt the thrill of anticipation, knowing it would soon be inside her, pumping in and out, throbbing and finally releasing his creamy essence into her, something she accepted gladly because of the temporal mechanics between them. Mark sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it around and making her shudder, groaning deeply as something started to build within her. She pushed down onto his face with her hips, grinding eagerly, while her clit throbbed. Then her released it and pushed his tongue deep inside her again, probing and lashing her until she was writhing and panting heavily. "Oh, God, Mark;” she gasped, sweat streaming from her sensual form. "Oh, fuck, yes, please; Uh, so close, baby;” He pushed into her as hard as he could and she jerked and squeaked arching her back. Her whole frame was wracked with pleasure as she cried out loudly, the orgasm crashing through her until she almost couldn't breathe. She shook violently, her eyes rolling into her head before she collapsed on top of him, her body limp and her chest heaving. Her limbs felt like tingling lead, but she managed to lift one to find his cock, determined to keep him hard until she had recovered. She stroked him gently while he kissed at her gooey nether lips, his face glistening with her cum. Fortunately, Becky was insatiable and recovered quickly, slowly rising and then sidling forward down his body so she could look back at him and smirk. "How about it, big boy?" she asked coyly. "You ready for the main event?" Mark grinned and nodded while she slithered down his body, finally hovering over his hips while facing his feet. She took hold of his throbbing cock and teased it against her slippery entrance before sinking down, making them both sigh in relief. "Hallelujah;” she moaned as he bottomed out inside her, filling her completely. "Oh, that's exactly what the doctor ordered." Mark nodded and took hold of her silken, pert ass cheeks and gripped them firmly, making his teacher purr. Becky loved having her ass played with, and while she began to sink up and down slowly on his cock, he massaged the peach-like orbs, eliciting moans from her when he spread them wide, giving her a delicious stretch. "Hmm, get me nice and ready back there," she cooed as she moved up and down on him. "Because once you're done in my cunt, I want you in my ass and I want to feel your cum in it." Mark nodded eagerly, because he loved fucking Becky's ass. Her cunt was incredibly tight, but even that couldn't match her exquisite back passage, which gripped him so strongly and always made him cum so hard he thought he might faint. His fingers teased against her little puckered, pink knot, sending the most divine tingles through her luscious body. Becky undulated on him, picking up the pace and counting on Mark to control himself until her was in her ass. She bit her lower lip, working herself on that thick, throbbing tool, pulling up until it was almost out of her and then sinking back down in one long stroke, filling her completely. Her heart was strumming in her chest as she thrilled to the notion of the oncoming climax. She was hissing now, struggling to hold on just a few seconds longer, to draw out this wonderful pleasure for them both. But then she felt the point of no return and willingly stepped over it, moaning loudly as her cunt fluttered and she began to cum, hard. She wailed and rocked on her lover, bathing his middle with her excitement. Her head lolled for several seconds as she came down from her orgasm, but she remembered that she still had Mark inside her and needed him, promised him, that he would be cumming in her ass. Slowly, lethargically, she raised herself until his cock fell out of her, still rock-hard and yearning for more. For such a young man, he had exceptional control. She inched forward, until she felt his pulsing head teasing against her notch. She reached underneath herself and took hold of the shaft, holding him steady while she pressed down, slowly but surely. She heard him groan as the head popped through her tight ring suddenly and then he was sliding inside her. It was Heaven. She sat still for several seconds, just reveling in the feel of him filling her ass. She felt the need to be sensual, and she leaned backward, until she was resting her back on his torso, her head next to his. But her knees were still bent and she groaned like she was going to burst, the angle of his penetration in this position more than she could bear. Whispering for him to wait patiently, she slowly, sinuously slid her legs out from beneath herself and straightened them, relaxing in pleasure as they rested on Mark's thighs. "Sorry, that would've downright killed me right now," she whispered to him, her glassy, heavily-lidded eyes looking into his. "And I wanted to be down her to kiss you and let you fondle me as you fucked me and came in me." "Sounds like a plan," he agreed readily, his strong, but gentle hands coming up to rest on her opulent tits. Her began caressing and massaging them in circles while Becky started moving her ass on top of his cock, squeezing him inside her tight confines. "God, I love your ass, Becky." "Umm, it loves your cock, Mark," she purred, undulating on him, the throb of his tool being felt through her whole body like another heartbeat. "You always make me cum so hard;” They squirmed and ground together, with Mark tilting his hips up to push inside her while Becky squeezed him, the lovers shuddering as they kissed feverishly. His hands were squeezing her tits now, pinching and pulling on the nipples again to make her groan with the delicious sting. But Mark felt his climax approach and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was pumping his cum inside her. Becky moaned into his mouth as she felt his cock swelling and twitching erratically, a sure sign he was about to cum. She squeezed him tighter, feeling the buildup inside herself, yearning to share that unreal ecstasy. The groaned into one another mouths at first, but then the kiss was broken as they panted, fighting for air, their voices carrying around the woods they were in. He pushed up hard inside her, pulling down on her tits while she squeezed with all her might, his cum almost searing hot inside her, filling her up. Mark went limp, breathing heavily and clearly spent, not that he minded. Becky could barely move, bound in ropes of silken bliss that kissed every nerve in her body. Her own heartbeat plus the relentless throb of Mark's rigid cock, still oozing inside her, almost meant she didn't know how to center herself. But they relaxed together finally, kissing gently, eyes closed while they clasped hand on top of her tits. Tongues softly tangled, tasting one another while they let their rapture slowly ebb. Minutes passed and they lay silently, waiting for Mark's cock to soften so Becky could sit up. Finally, she giggled, squeezing his hands. "Feels like somebody doesn't wanna go to sleep," she said cutely, wiggling her ass on him, feeling her ass refusing to relinquish its hard-earned prize. "What're we gonna do?" "Iono," he said drowsily. "We just wait, I guess. If I try to have another orgasm right now, I'm pretty sure he'd just spontaneously combust inside you." "Alas, poor cock," she cooed, stroking his cheek. "I guess we happily wait, then." They closed their eyes and relaxed, waiting for Mark's erection to subside so that they could get up without difficulty. Their hands remained at rest on her tits while they nuzzled their cheeks together. Then there was a 'click!' sound. Arrest in Flagrante delicto. Becky's eyes snapped open and she goggled up at a man dressed in rather colorful and opulent period clothing, staring down at them as he pointed a flintlock rifle at their face. Looking around, she now saw they were surrounded by men carrying pikes and muskets, all of whom stared at the naked couple with varying level of interest. The man directly over them moved his musket muzzle, indicating they should sit up. Mark's eyes were open by now and he glanced around in confusion as well, clearly not understanding what had happened. The man's eyes narrowed and he moved the musket muzzle again. Becky, sensing the danger they were suddenly in, tried to move, but shivered; she was still impaled on Mark's solid cock, which had shown no signs of softening and kept her pinned against him. She couldn't get up. "Great time to develop priapism, Mark;” she said sourly. "Maybe Louis the Sun King's France just isn't for us after all," Mark sighed as he hiked along behind Becky, who had been stuffed hurriedly back into her dress while he was allowed to put on his breeches again. Neither of them even had shoes on as they followed the soldiers. Their hands were tied behind their backs. "This is twice now that we've;“ "I know, Mark, I was there," Becky said somewhat tersely, wondering if Chester Edgeworth was now someone she had to add to her shit list. She hated adding names to the shit list. "I guess we were so busy fucking that the event our host meant for us to witness has found us." "Tais-tois!" one of the men guarding them said as he walked nearby with a musket. "Vou ne pouvez-pas parler!" Becky scowled at the man and continued trudging. She wasn't really embarrassed about being caught fucking, it wasn't the first time it had happened to them here in France. But at least this lot had the decency to let her have an orgasm first before taking them prisoner. She couldn't even enjoy the grass stains on her clothes! They had exited the woods and were now tromping through a field, heading toward a much larger cluster of soldiers. Mark couldn't help but notice that a lot of them were wearing red. "Shit;” Becky muttered as she saw them as well. "That's all we need." "Huh?" Mark asked, but he was silenced when a soldier shoved him roughly from behind with his musket, indicating he was to stay quiet. They approached the encampment and Mark soon realized there were several hundred soldiers. The tents were spread out around one rather illustrious red tent of grand size. He then saw a cluster of cavaliers milling about and they seemed to be headed in that direction. Soldiers stared at them as they entered the perimeter of the camp, usually at Becky. Mark and Becky found themselves hauled in front of the cavaliers, who parted, making way for a single man on horseback. He was at least middle-aged, with a somewhat grey pallor to his skin and thin, hawk-like features. His expression was a rather lemony one, as if he felt inconvenienced by this entire incident. For all that, though, his dark eyes glinted with intelligence. He was wearing the flowing red habits of a high-ranking member of the Catholic church, although he had a burnished breastplate on his chest as well. "You stand in the presence of his Eminence, the Cardinal Richelieu," announced the captain of the troops that had taken them prisoner. Mark's eyes went wide. He didn't speak French, but he'd seen enough Three Musketeers movie reboots to know who Cardinal Richelieu was and exactly what sort of deep shit they were suddenly in. "Show respect!" Becky dropped to one knee and bowed her head, looking at the ground. Mark rapidly followed suit, since she probably had a better grasp of the situation than he did. He could feel everyone's eyes and on them and it was beginning to weigh heavily, like a yoke around his neck. His face flushed, but he said nothing. "Who are these persons?" the cardinal asked finally. "Your names, my children." "My name is Rebecca, your Eminence," Becky said humbly, still not looking up. "And you, good sir?" the Cardinal asked, looking over at Mark now. "M; me llamo Marco del strade, tu Eminencia." Mark stammered. "A Spaniard," mused the Cardinal, pursing his lips. "In the presence of a peasant girl. And you both have unusual accents, I admit." "Your Eminence," said one of the captains, looking at them suspiciously. "This man, why is he here traipsing about Champagne like this? With this peasant girl? We found them in the woods, doing unspeakable carnal acts to one another." The Cardinal's eyebrow arched and he looked on in seeming distaste. "You don't say." "Very likely he is a spy for King Phillip, your Eminence!" said the captain, almost sneering. "No, your Eminence," Becky said suddenly, her voice full of concern. "I assure you, he is no spy!" Mark hadn't heard or understood everything the Frenchmen were saying to one another, but he understood 'espion' and his teacher's reaction indicated that he was in some kind of trouble. Go figure. "And what grounds can you give me to believe you, child?" the Cardinal asked with feigned interest. "Please," she begged, her head still bowed. "You have my utmost assurances he is no spy, he's an idiot!" This made the men around them laugh and even Richelieu grunted in amusement. "Both of you rise." Mark saw Becky get to her feet and he did the same. All around them, men with pikes and muskets were watching them warily, some of them levelling weapons at the pair. Clearly they took the Cardinal's safety seriously. Richelieu observed them with interest. "The girl is very unusual," he mused. "Tall, very healthy and very beautiful. Very, very beautiful. I know only one other of such unmatched attractiveness." Mark wasn't sure where this was going, but he doubted it was good. The Cardinal's interest in him was waning. "And yet you say you found her acting in a most carnal and un-ladylike manner in the woods, hmm?" Richelieu continued. "Well, it certainly won't do for her to be out here alone in the countryside, rutting like a nymph, would it? Perhaps her majesty could make use of the girl, once we fix her atrocious accent." "My what?" Becky snapped, looking offended now. "Put her in the cart, we'll bring her to the capital, with regards to the Queen." Richelieu declared, turning his horse about and riding off. Men began to try and wrangle Becky into one of the carts, many of them laughing and leering as they took the opportunity to grope her. Gut shot. "Hey, stop that!" Mark said angrily, surging forward, but he suddenly found himself confronted by a captain, who stared at him impassively. There was a sudden and frightfully loud 'crack!' sound and Mark halted suddenly, his eyes wide. Becky's head snapped around at the noise and her eyes went wide. Blinking, Mark slowly looked down and saw there was a very red puncture hole in his abdomen. Sounds slowed down, taking on an almost syrupy quality and he started to feel confused. Becky screamed and tried to force her way to him, but she was being hustled away by many guards. The man who had shot him wandered off, sliding his flintlock pistol back into a holster, clearly no longer caring about Mark. Everyone seemed to be wandering off now. He felt cold, and vaguely nauseous. The ugly red wound in his stomach pulsed, blood welling from it slowly. He felt himself toppling over, white light bathing the field around him. He could still see things, but they seemed distant. He tried to focus on something, finally identifying Becky's voice as she screamed for him. He could just make out the soldiers wrestling her into a cart while she struggled and kicked savagely, her face contorted in rage. "I'll Get You For This, Richelieu!" she roared as Mark's world was absorbed by the soft white light. "You Just Made The Shit List Of High Doom!! See If I Ever Dance A Sarabande For You, Pal!" Mark bolted upright suddenly, gasping. His eyes were wide and he was covered in sweat. His heart thundered in his chest and he fought to control his panic. The white light was slowly replaced by close walls of grey stone. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing. His hands bunched against sheets that were covering him. Finally, he could breathe normally and he tried to organize his thoughts. He still felt confused, everything a total jumble. "Calm yourself. Think!" He'd been fucking Becky in the woods. Apparently they were waiting for Cardinal Richelieu to go by, which he guessed passed for a historical event, seeing the man. But the Cardinal's soldiers heard the two of them and took them prisoner. Then they took Becky and Mark tried to stop them and got shot in the stomach; His eyes snapped open and he was frozen in place. He forced himself to look down at his middle, seeing that he was still covered in a sheet. His hand was trembling as he moved it slowly toward the heavy, dun-colored blanket, sweat trickling from his brow as he felt fear rise in his throat. He flung away the sheet suddenly, unable to bear not knowing. He wasn't bleeding. There was no puncture wound, only a strange, round scar about two inches in diameter. Eyes wide, he slowly lifted his head and looked around, now noticing his environs; he was indeed in a small bedroom, the curtains drawn to keep out the light and very little in the way of décor. Just a chair and a table in one corner, some other surfaces with candles spaced around the room. His bed was solid and comfortable. "Ah, there you are," Chester Edgerton said as he came through the door. "I was beginning to think you had no intentions of waking up." "Where;” Mark said somewhat feebly. "Back at my place," Chester answered, sitting down in the chair and settling in for what was no doubt going to be a long and perhaps trying conversation. "I found you lying in the middle of the field nearly a kilometer from where I'd left you and you were very close to dead." "How did I;” "You should have died," Chester continued. "But ultimately you wouldn't have, due to a time lock, I'm assuming. You weren't meant to die there in that field. Luckily for you, there are still plenty of ways to get yourself killed for doing absurd things." "Why did you leave us in the first place?" Mark asked. "I've been around Richelieu and several of his captains at various points in the time stream, and it's getting difficult to manage," Chest replied, shrugging. "Best way to deal with that issue is to simply not be present." "So why leave us there?" "To see Richelieu, of course," the man said simply. "One of history's truly great men, certainly more so than that twit of a king he serves. I was just trying to ease you into the idea of witnessing historical events. It never occurred to me that you'd be found because you made your teacher yodel like a Swiss Miss when you flagranting the delicto with her. I admit I hadn't planned for that nonsense." Mark blushed. "So, what, I wasn't meant to die here, so my body just healed itself?" Chester laughed. "Oh, no, dear boy, nothing of the sort. I came back to the woods, as promised, as when you weren't there, I began noticing the tracks of many solid shoes and boots in the vicinity. Not to mention the clothes you left behind." "Yeah, sorry, I was kinda tied up at the moment." Mark muttered. "In any event, I followed the tracks, noticed that Richelieu had broken camp and then found you. You'd been lying there for nearly three hours, you should have been dead from blood loss, but you weren't. I brought you back here, removed the ball from your stomach and then healed you." "You can do that?" Mark asked. "I thought you said you were a dealer in chroniques." "It helps to have a few irons in the fire and some hidden talents if you're going to mess around in the time stream," Chester replied. "But I was under no obligation to complicate my life and save you." "I guess I'm glad you did," Mark sighed. "Thanks. But wouldn't I have healed anyway?" "Yes, but maybe not fully," replied the enigmatic dealer. "You might've been found by some local peasants, brought back to their hovel and spent life as a weakened vegetable until you died of the Plague. People die in the past all the time, Mark, and everyone in their own era thinks they just disappeared and mourns them. It's frightfully common." "Can I; can I see the tools you used to heal me?" Mark asked hopefully. "Nope," Chester replied, shaking his head. "They're from your future by a few hundred years, the only reason I used them at all was because you were out cold." "Uh, how long was I out, anyway?" "Almost a month," Chester answered, smoothing a corner of his pencil moustache. "I had you fully healed and ready for action by the next day, to be honest, but you just refused to come to. So, I just left you to it, figuring you would wake up when you felt like it." "Oh, shit," Mark breathed, realizing something. "Where's Becky?" Chester raised his hands. "Why would I know? I wasn't there. What do you remember?" Mark tried to concentrate while Chester got up and poured a glass of water. Mark drank it thirstily and placed the glass on the table. He found himself wishing that he'd taken French instead of Spanish in school. He'd thought Spanish might be more useful, but all it did was get him shot. Fuck that. "I don't really speak French, so this is hard. Umm; they thought I was a spy because they thought I was Spanish." "Because you've been presenting yourself as Spanish while you're here," Chester mused. "In spite of your outrageous accent. France has been at war with Spain on and off for some time now." "Whatever," Mark grumbled. "They seemed really interested in Becky." "To be expected, she is quite lovely. I dare say I've only known one woman in this entire era to match her beauty." "Well, I think I heard them say 'capital', and then I think 'la reigne', which means queen, right?" "Indeed it does," Chester agreed. "My bet, then, is that your teacher has been taken by the Cardinal to be presented as a gift to her majesty, Queen Anne, to serve as one of her ladies-in-waiting." "Why would he do that?" Mark asked, frowning. "I've seen enough Three Musketeers movies to know that the Cardinal and the Queen hate each other." Chester smiled. "It's a game he plays with her. As the years go on, Anne is, sadly, getting 'a little long in the tooth', to borrow a phrase. She remains dignified and regal, but her best days are behind here, where attractiveness is concerned. Richelieu now takes great delight in surrounding her with women of magnificent beauty, seemingly a gesture of devotion, but really meant to hurt the queen's feelings." "What a dick." Mark muttered. "You have no idea," Chester said dryly. "If they got her back to the city roughly a week after she was taken, then she's been with the royal court for three." "Meaning that she's either loving life as a lady-in-waiting, or she's killed and eaten them all," Mark said heavily. "I guess I have to go get her." "I can't imagine this not being amusing," Chester said, smirking. "But out of morbid curiosity, how, exactly, will you affect this rescue?' "I dunno," Mark said, shrugging. "But I can't leave her. She'd kill me." "She probably thinks you're dead, I feel obliged to point out." Chester mentioned. "She saw you suffer a mortal wound at point-blank range. You should be dead and only an as-yet undetermined temporal snarl has kept you alive. I wouldn't count on that again if I were you." "Well I can't do nothing!" Mark insisted in frustration. Chester tilted his head, observing his guest for a moment. "Do you love this woman?" Mark blushed furiously. "I; no, I don't love her, or if I do, then I'm not in love with her. There's a difference, ya' know." "Well and truly said, Boccaccio," Chester chuckled. "Well, if there's no stopping you, then I'll see what I can do to discretely help you." "Why?" Mark queried. "I've got a friggin' time machine. All I need to do is get there, zip in and zip out." "Correct me if I am wrong," interjected his host. "But did you not tell me, early on in our association, that your current self is from three months in the future of the Miss Rebecca that I know." Mark nodded. "And you plan to add another layer of temporal travel on top of that wedding cake of disaster?" Chester mused. "Rebecca could be subtly altering the timelines in Paris now with her very presence, involuntary as it might be. Your oh-so-carefully laid plan could simply not work because of a slight temporal consideration." "So you're saying no time machine." Mark stated flatly, not impressed. "I'm saying the idea is bad. Atari Jaguar bad," Chester replied. "If you intend to do this hare-brained thing, allow me to assist you in what moderate ways I can." "What, you've got some funky tech or weapons you can loan me?" "We'll see about that, but more importantly, I guess I'll call in a favor. A certain person who moves in the circle of the royal court owes me a small boon, and I can use it to assist you. They happen to be an accomplished master of intrigue and getting out of sticky situations, with a blade if necessary." Mark's eyes lit up. "Is it D'Artagnan?" "Only if you want to get Clock-Hammered out of existence," Chester laughed, shaking his head. "Everybody wants to meet Charles de Batz, thinking they're going to see D'Artagnan of Three Musketeers fame, and then it just turns out he's a bad-tempered Gascon who loves to punch people who bother him. He's punched more time-travelers than Jesus, I'm pretty sure." Chester then went over to a drawer and rummaged around inside it, finally pulling out a yellowing envelope that was sealed with wax. "I assure you, the agent I am referring you to will be much more effective than D'Artagnan. I will send you with instructions about where in Paris to meet them and offer them this envelope. Warning, though, if they see it is opened, they will simply refuse to help and go away to where you cannot find them. Are you strong enough to keep from opening the letter?" Mark nodded. "Well, then," Chester announced, opening a bottle of wine and pouring two cups. "Shall we drink a toast to your success, o Macro del Strade of Seville?" Palace Mission. Mark was sitting on the back of a hay wagon, wondering if he could really pull this insane plan off. In addition to the letter, Chester Edgeworth had indeed furnished him with a few small devices and curious that they hopefully would help him, though it cost him almost all the rest of his money. Chester pointed out he was a businessman and didn't intend to take a loss just because some idiot created a time crisis for himself. Fair enough. Mark tried not to play with the little bud that sat deep in his ear; Chester had sold it to him, saying that it could translate languages, speaking into Mark's ear whatever he was focusing on. It could also possibly formulate phrases; if he spoke in English, it could tell him the closest translation to what he was saying. This model was old, though, and only spoke the French of this period. Chester didn't want him getting any clever ideas with a more powered-up version, since if something bad happened, it might come back on him. The reasoning initially annoyed Mark, but the more he thought about it, he reminded himself that he was here to rescue Becky. Nothing else. He thought about the conversation he'd had with their host while drinking wine and planning his initial move, heading to Paris. "So why did you begin time-travelling at all?" the man had asked. "Well, I;” Mark started saying, unsure of how to answer. "I found a time machine. Seems perfectly logical to use it." "Granted, but what's your personal motivation, Mark?" he asked. "Is it to see glorious historical events, are you a treasure hunter, a thrill-seeker who wants to run with the Dromaesaurs?" Mark blushed now. "Honest? I thought it'd be cool to have sex with women from history." To his amazement, Chester didn't laugh uproariously, he simply smiled and shrugged. "More common than you would think, especially amongst men your age, who are full of hormones. Let me ask, then; was getting laid in your own time-period difficult?" "Not really, no." "Well it's not any easier in the time stream, just so you know," Chester pointed out. "In some periods of history, it can be even harder, where religious fervor runs rampant and sexual repression is the law of the land. I assume you wouldn't go as far as to rape a girl." Mark shook his head. "Lots of men do when they find out that having sex in the past is harder than they anticipated," Chester said almost sadly, shaking his head. "You're one of the better ones. But for all that, the problem remains; getting into bed or a rug with Cleopatra is pretty much next to impossible. You might as well hope to seduce Scarlett Johansson when you're no one in particular." "Hey, I got Becky, didn't I?" Mark had protested. "Dumb luck, really, and she's a remarkable woman. Have you had sex with any women aside from Becky since you came to the Sun King's France?" He shrugged. "A few, I shared 'em with Becky." "Peasants, I assume?" "Mostly, yeah," Mark admitted. "There was one sophisto girl, but Becky did the talking and charmed the knickers off her for us." "If it weren't for Becky, you'd be completely out of your league here, boyo," Chester said simply. "And trust me, it won't get easier. Even history buffs who think they know everything get caught and pay the price. There's the history you know, the history you don't know, and the history that you don't know that you don't know." "What?" "What year did World War Two end?" Chester asked. "Simple. 1945." "So you know that. What year did the Crimean War start?" "I've heard of it, but I don't know anything about it." "Something you know that you don't know. Okay, tell me about the League of Ages Twelfth Nicean Temporal Council." "The what?" "Exactly," Chester had said emphatically, leaning forward and pointing with his wine glass to make a point. "An incredibly important historic event that you've never even heard of, but it happened all the same. Can you imagine trying to do something that conflicted with that? You wouldn't even know what clock-hammered you, or why; because only a practiced temporal traveler would be aware of the event at all. Time travel can be tedious." "It's certainly becoming less and less fun by the moment." Mark grumbled. "Probably the smartest thing you've said since you found that Holmes-Field Device," Chester agreed. "Life would be a lot easier if casual nitwits like yourself walked the other way when a time machine appeared in their path." "But don't you make a living selling to people like me?" Mark asked. "Hardly," Chester almost snorted. "Nitwits like you rarely have anything to even pay me with and usually require drastic amounts of assistance. No, my friend, the majority of my income is derived from customers who hail from the far future where time travel is an established industry and carefully regulated. Now those people are my bread and butter." "Did Becky and I really stand out?" Mark asked somewhat dully. "More and more with each passing moment," Chester answered. "You're too tall, too healthy, you have all your teeth, and your accents are absurd." Mark said nothing. "And by the way," added his host. "Those little packets of Airborne that you both carry in your pockets? The little Vitamin C boost things to ward off the sniffles? I can guarantee you that those will in no way, shape or form protect you from illnesses in this era. Only thing it'll do is turn your piss such a bright yellow that people will think you're possessed and the Inquisition will burn you." Mark ended up leaving the packets as a curio that Chester could sell to people from the future who wanted to snicker at how dumb people from the turn-of-the-millennium were. Carting to Paris. He had arranged transport to Paris with the wagon he was now on, making sure the farmer put some extra perk in his horse's step by offering him twice as many sou as was normal. The journey, which would normally take a week, with good weather, was promised to six days because of the extra money. Whatever the difference was between six-day speed and seven-day speed, Mark sure couldn't tell it. His communication with the farmer had been sluggish, certainly, mostly on his end, because he would try to say exactly what his little translator bud told him and he probably sounded like he'd had a stroke when he was speaking. The farmer laughed at his speech, but still did as he was asked. Mostly they slept at the side of the road in the piled hay, but one night they stayed in a roadside inn. Mark's funds were running out fast, even though the food he ate was paltry and rather unappetizing. He had to reach Paris. They then trundled through the town where Mark and Becky had first come to; and Mark hid himself in the straw, figuring it was best to not be seen by people whom he might be familiar with. Even if the innkeeper's two daughters would no doubt readily fuck him again. He fought the temptation to ignore Chester's instructions and simply go get his Holmes-Field Device and use it to rescue his teacher. But he disciplined himself and refrained, he was in enough trouble as it is.  Then he meditated; Known knowns. Known unknowns. Unknown unknowns. Fuck. The days and nights passed with Mark trying to keep himself from growing crazy by practicing his French and thinking of his plan. He had no idea whatsoever about what to do once he reached Paris. Get inside the royal palace? He couldn't exactly Google the plans for it, could he? "Regardez la!" the farmer said finally, calling back to Mark and pointing toward the west. As the sun was rising behind them, he could make out a sprawling sea of darkness in the distance, the silhouette of which prickled the sky. Endless plumes of smoke hung over the city as deep grey gave way to dawn behind them. He thought it might actually be pretty. And then the wind wafted over them from the west, bringing the unique scent of fabled Paris. "Jesus!" Mark croaked as he turned green, leaning over the side of the wagon and puking his guts out while the farmer roared with laughter. They entered the city. Mark wandered through the choking maze of streets, gaping at the chaos of architecture around him; houses seemed to almost be built on top of houses, to the place where some of them were leaning over almost drunkenly. The cobblestones of the road were wet and sticky with effluence, there was no way to avoid it. The stench was beyond belief. How had people ever lived like this? He had asked on repeated occasions where he could find La Rue de Grenuie, the place Chester had told him he would find the agent he'd referred to. Mark was reasonably certain most people were being helpful, even if they stared at him like he was an alien. He might as well have been, he was a head taller than just about everyone, clearly well-fed and had all his teeth. Mark had seen jack-o-lanterns with more teeth than most of the denizens of Paris' infamous streets. He took many wrong turns, because where he thought people had told him to go was often a dead end. Eventually, by divine providence, he found himself on the street he'd been asking for, evidenced by an ancient, worn rectangle of wood that said the name in faded green letters. Certain he was on the right track, he headed down the crowded street, stuffing his purse into the front of his breeches, since Chester had told him Paris was home to countless scoundrels who could remove his wealth without him even noticing. The crowds began to thin out somewhat, and the street got narrower, as if that was possible. The cobblestones were also surprisingly dry, not sticky or running with the sewage of the city behind him. Before long, it was barely wide enough to accommodate one person and he felt very uneasy about the rickety buildings that loomed over his head, almost blocking the sky. He then stopped in front of a black iron fence, pitted with age and with a chain wrapped around it. He tilted his head and unwrapped the chain, finding that the gate now swung open freely and with decidedly little noise. He stepped in, closed it behind himself and then fixed the chain back in place as best he could. He found himself walking through a tunnel, the buildings about him now made of stone. Dank and foreboding, he resisted the urge to run, not knowing what lay ahead. Eventually, he came to a small, bare courtyard. It might have been thirty feet by thirty feet and was devoid of almost all decoration. High brick and stone walls concealed it from the chaos of Paris. It was surprisingly quiet, as if the city dared not disturb the austere serenity. There was a single, grey stone bench in the middle of the courtyard. Facing away from him, clad in a great cloak, was a person, the hood thrown over their head to keep the merciless sun off them. Mark swallowed and took a deep breath before beginning to move forward. Was this Chester's agent? If he was, Mark had to be careful, because he'd been told the man was dangerous. He approached slowly, finally coming to a stop some five paces away, still facing the stranger's back. "Hello," he said faltering French. "My name is Mark. I have; sent; to you; today; for big help. I is need big help." "That you do, my friend," replied the person in a strangely lyrical voice. Then closed a small book of devotionals wwhich had clearly been studied and stood, still facing away. "That much is obvious, because your French is painful." Mark blushed in embarrassment as the translator bud told him what the person had said. Still concealed beneath their voluminous midnight-blue cloak, the mysterious person turned around and approached him. He resisted the urge to take a step back as the shrouded presence stood right in front of him. He couldn't help but notice the person was on the taller side, strange for a Parisian. Gloved hands pulled down the hood and Mark's eyes widened in amazement. Shining golden hair spilled in luxurious tresses down the person's back. The eyes were a dazzling blue, glinting with intelligence. The smile was serene, the teeth within white and perfect. Lady Alexandra. <

¡Vótame en los Premios iVoox 2025! https://go.ivoox.com/wv/premios25?c=2999 En 1908, una explosión estremeció los cielos de Siberia. El suceso arrasó más de dos mil kilómetros cuadrados de bosque, derribó millones de árboles y liberó una energía comparable a cientos de bombas atómicas… pero nunca dejó un cráter. Ese enigma, conocido como el evento de Tunguska, sigue siendo uno de los misterios más intrigantes de la ciencia moderna. En este episodio de Nebula exploramos lo que se sabe —y lo que aún se debate— sobre lo ocurrido aquella mañana: Las primeras investigaciones y los testimonios que describen un cielo en llamas. Las explicaciones científicas más aceptadas, como la desintegración de un meteoro en la atmósfera. Hipótesis alternativas que van desde fenómenos naturales poco comprendidos hasta teorías más extraordinarias, como experimentos de Nikola Tesla o incluso la intervención de lo desconocido. Lo que nos revela Tunguska sobre los límites del conocimiento científico y por qué, más de un siglo después, el caso sigue alimentando la fascinación por lo inexplicable. Un viaje entre datos, historia y misterio, donde la ciencia ilumina, pero deja abiertas preguntas que aún desafían nuestra comprensión. ¿Quieres anunciarte en este podcast? Hazlo con advoices.com/podcast/ivoox/2481474

Adam and Topher unravel the 1908 Tunguska Event — one of history's greatest unexplained explosions.Was it a meteor, Tesla's “Death Ray,” or evidence of an advanced civilization coexisting with us? Drawing from Russian sources like Colonel Marina Popovich's UFO Glasnost and Soviet research expeditions, this episode reexamines Tunguska through the lens of nuclear anomalies, time distortions, and ultraterrestrial technology.Plus, the latest UAP revelations: Congress fears disclosure, Space Force whistleblowers step forward, and 3I/ATLAS sightings multiply.

Hoy en #NocheParanormal nos acompaña Emisiones Pódcast con quienes exploraremos los misterios más fríos y profundos del planeta, desde la Antártida hasta la remota Siberia.En este episodio, nos sumergiremos en los enigmáticos casos del continente helado, como la pirámide de la Antártida, el intrigante mapa de Piri Reis, la polémica Operación Highjump y el misterioso Ningen. También abordaremos las desapariciones en Nome, el caso JAL 1628, la isla Chirikof y la pirámide negra que ha sido objeto de investigación en Alaska. Exploraremos la helada Siberia para analizar el evento de Tunguska, el famoso paso Dyatlov, las supuestas bases secretas y los críptidos que habitan sus lagos.¡Acompáñame en esta #NocheParanormal para descubrir lo que se esconde en los lugares más remotos y helados!

Dr. Al Grauer hosts. Dr. Albert D. Grauer ( @Nmcanopus ) is an observational asteroid hunting astronomer. Dr. Grauer retired from the University of Arkansas at Little Rock in 2006. travelersinthenight.org From April 2025. Today's 2 topics: - In 2013 a 56 foot diameter space rock exploded over Chelyabinsk, Russia releasing the energy of 450 kilotons of TNT and filled local hospitals with some of the 1,500 people who were injured. Fortunately no one died. In 1908 a 200 ft diameter meteor exploded over a largely unpopulated region at Tunguska, Siberia knocking down trees over a 750 square mile area. If it had hit over a populated area it could have caused a million casualties.    - Asteroid hunters have become aware of the many small space rocks which come near Earth because of improvements made to telescopes, cameras, and computer analysis software. Recently, my Catalina Sky Survey teammate Rose Matheny used her skills and a new camera to discover the second small space rock in 32 days which came between the communications satellites and the Earth's surface.    We've added a new way to donate to 365 Days of Astronomy to support editing, hosting, and production costs.  Just visit: https://www.patreon.com/365DaysOfAstronomy and donate as much as you can! Share the podcast with your friends and send the Patreon link to them too!  Every bit helps! Thank you! ------------------------------------ Do go visit http://www.redbubble.com/people/CosmoQuestX/shop for cool Astronomy Cast and CosmoQuest t-shirts, coffee mugs and other awesomeness! http://cosmoquest.org/Donate This show is made possible through your donations.  Thank you! (Haven't donated? It's not too late! Just click!) ------------------------------------ The 365 Days of Astronomy Podcast is produced by the Planetary Science Institute. http://www.psi.edu Visit us on the web at 365DaysOfAstronomy.org or email us at info@365DaysOfAstronomy.org.

In Search of... “The Siberian Fireball” Recorded: 17 Aug 2025 Edited: 17 & 28 Aug 2025 Released: 29 August 2025 Links: Leonid Kulik - Wikipedia Tunguska event - Wikipedia Meteoroid, Not Comet, Explains the 1908 Tunguska Fireball - Discover Magazine - 01 July 2013 Fire Came by: Riddle of the Great Siberian Explosion, 1908 (John Baxter and Thomas Atkins) What Really Happened at Tunguska - Skeptoid #803 The Tunguska Event - TV Tropes First-Hand Eyewitness Accounts May Shed New Light On The Tunguska Event Tunguska: A Siberian Mystery and Its Environmental Legacy (Studies in Environment and History) I Want to Rewatch - The X-Files - Season 4, Episode 8: “Tunguska” While there does not seem to be a cocktail called “The Siberian Fireball” (c'mon, it's like y'all aren't even trying out there in bartenderland), we did come up with something for the adventurous... The “Siberian Fireball” Cocktail! Music: “Dark Science” by David Hilowitz “The Truth Is What We Make of It” by The Agrarians All our episodes are at iwtrw.com (or at iwanttorewatch.com, if you want to type more letters for some reason). Links for everything else I Want To Rewatch-related (including our sweet merch) are at the IWTRW Bio Site.

Mado Martínez nos cuenta como se ha creado una bóveda del fin del mundo que contendrá un gran archivo de excrementos humanos para preservar nuestro microbioma.  Además Juanjo Sánchez Oro informa de los hallazgos del Turuñuelo y esa posible élite conocida como Tartessos, mientras Josep Guijarro analiza la entrevista del experto Zahi Hawuass hablando de los misterios de Egipto, entre ellos la Gran pirámide. También en la Tertulia Zona Cero conocemos el caso de "la chica biónica" que no siente dolor, ni hambre, ni sueño. los posibles rasgos psicopáticos recogidos por resonancias magnéticas; el análisis de huesos de un antiguo habitante de Egipto y la conexión con Mesopotamia. El enigma de Tunguska o cómo recuperar recuerdos o la memoria de personas muertas. 

Mado Martínez nos cuenta como se ha creado una bóveda del fin del mundo que contendrá un gran archivo de excrementos humanos para preservar nuestro microbioma.  Además Juanjo Sánchez Oro informa de los hallazgos del Turuñuelo y esa posible élite conocida como Tartessos, mientras Josep Guijarro analiza la entrevista del experto Zahi Hawuass hablando de los misterios de Egipto, entre ellos la Gran pirámide. También en la Tertulia Zona Cero conocemos el caso de "la chica biónica" que no siente dolor, ni hambre, ni sueño. los posibles rasgos psicopáticos recogidos por resonancias magnéticas; el análisis de huesos de un antiguo habitante de Egipto y la conexión con Mesopotamia. El enigma de Tunguska o cómo recuperar recuerdos o la memoria de personas muertas. 

30 de junio de 1908. Una explosión 300 veces más potente que Hiroshima arrasa 2.000 kilómetros cuadrados de bosque siberiano. No hay cráter. No hay supervivientes directos. No hay explicación... hasta ahora. Durante más de un siglo, Tunguska ha sido el Santo Grial de los misterios sin resolver. ¿Fue un experimento secreto de Nikola Tesla desde Nueva York? ¿Una nave extraterrestre que explotó en nuestra atmósfera? ¿El castigo del dios del trueno evenk por un ritual chamánico que salió mal? En este episodio de DÍAS EXTRAÑOS descubrirás por qué los científicos de 1945 necesitaron las bombas atómicas para entender lo que había pasado en Siberia 37 años antes. Te contamos la historia del geólogo obsesivo que siguió un rastro de árboles caídos como migas de pan hasta el epicentro del misterio. Y revelamos los datos aterradores que la NASA ha confirmado sobre lo que realmente ocurrió. Pero Tunguska no es solo historia. Es una advertencia. Porque ahí arriba, ahora mismo, hay rocas del tamaño de rascacielos con nuestro nombre potencialmente escrito. Y la próxima vez que una de ellas decida visitarnos, podría no elegir un bosque vacío de Siberia. ¿Estás preparado para conocer la verdad sobre el día que el cielo se partió en dos? ¿Y para entender por qué esa verdad es más aterradora que cualquier teoría de conspiración? Advertencia: este episodio podría cambiar para siempre la forma en que miras al cielo nocturno. Y además: Música del más allá, con Luis Antonio Muñoz Ciencia increíble, con Pablo Fuente Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

30 de junio de 1908. Una explosión 300 veces más potente que Hiroshima arrasa 2.000 kilómetros cuadrados de bosque siberiano. No hay cráter. No hay supervivientes directos. No hay explicación... hasta ahora. Durante más de un siglo, Tunguska ha sido el Santo Grial de los misterios sin resolver. ¿Fue un experimento secreto de Nikola Tesla desde Nueva York? ¿Una nave extraterrestre que explotó en nuestra atmósfera? ¿El castigo del dios del trueno evenk por un ritual chamánico que salió mal? En este episodio de DÍAS EXTRAÑOS descubrirás por qué los científicos de 1945 necesitaron las bombas atómicas para entender lo que había pasado en Siberia 37 años antes. Te contamos la historia del geólogo obsesivo que siguió un rastro de árboles caídos como migas de pan hasta el epicentro del misterio. Y revelamos los datos aterradores que la NASA ha confirmado sobre lo que realmente ocurrió. Pero Tunguska no es solo historia. Es una advertencia. Porque ahí arriba, ahora mismo, hay rocas del tamaño de rascacielos con nuestro nombre potencialmente escrito. Y la próxima vez que una de ellas decida visitarnos, podría no elegir un bosque vacío de Siberia. ¿Estás preparado para conocer la verdad sobre el día que el cielo se partió en dos? ¿Y para entender por qué esa verdad es más aterradora que cualquier teoría de conspiración? Advertencia: este episodio podría cambiar para siempre la forma en que miras al cielo nocturno. Y además: Música del más allá, con Luis Antonio Muñoz Ciencia increíble, con Pablo Fuente

June 30, 2025Have you had your dose of The Daily MoJo today? Download our app HERE"Ep 063025: Saving Babies! - The Daily MoJo"The narrative highlights a tragic ambush of firefighters in Coeur d'Alene, a child left in a hot car, and the complexities of dismemberment. It delves into the Tunguska event and concerns about meteor tracking. The discussion also touches on political debates, insect repellent promotion, and personal anecdotes. Additionally, it reflects on the legacy of Dave Parker and Joe Epperson, and addresses a house explosion in Philadelphia.Phil Bell's Morning Update - The STUPID Democrats AND Republicans of Congress:  HEREOur affiliate partners:Take care of your body - it's the only one you'll get and it's your temple! We've partnered with Sugar Creek Goods to help you care for yourself in an all-natural way. And in this case, "all natural" doesn't mean it doesn't work! Save 15% on your order with promo code "DailyMojo" at SmellMyMoJo.comCBD is almost everywhere you look these days, so the answer isn't so much where can you get it, it's more about - where can you get the CBD products that actually work!? Certainly, NOT at the gas station! Patriots Relief says it all in the name, and you can save an incredible 40% with the promo code "DailyMojo" at GetMoJoCBD.com!Romika Designs is an awesome American small business that specializes in creating laser-engraved gifts and awards for you, your family, and your employees. Want something special for someone special? Find exactly what you want at MoJoLaserPros.com  There have been a lot of imitators, but there's only OG – American Pride Roasters Coffee. It was first and remains the best roaster of fine coffee beans from around the world. You like coffee? You'll love American Pride – from the heart of the heartland – Des Moines, Iowa. AmericanPrideRoasters.com   Find great deals on American-made products at MoJoMyPillow.com. Mike Lindell – a true patriot in our eyes – puts his money where his mouth (and products) is/are. Find tremendous deals at MoJoMyPillow.com – Promo Code: MoJo50  Life gets messy – sometimes really messy. Be ready for the next mess with survival food and tools from My Patriot Supply. A 25 year shelf life and fantastic variety are just the beginning of the long list of reasons to get your emergency rations at PrepareWithMoJo50.comStay ConnectedWATCH The Daily Mojo LIVE 7-9a CT: www.TheDailyMojo.com (RECOMMEDED)Rumble: HEREFacebook: HEREMojo 5-0 TV: HEREFreedomsquare: HEREOr just LISTEN:The Daily MoJo Channel Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-daily-mojo-with-brad-staggs--3085897/support.

1543 - Semana del Asteroide en UDM: Tunguska. Universo de Misterios tiene reservado el derecho de admisión y publicación de comentarios. Generalmente, los comentarios anónimos no serán publicados. Si hace comentarios con afirmaciones dudosas, arguméntelas aportando enlaces a fuentes fiables (este muro NO es una red social). En caso de no respaldar su comentario como se indica en la caja de descripción del episodio, su comentario podrá ser eliminado. Contacto con Universo de Misterios: universodemisteriospodcast@gmail.com La imagen de la miniatura que ilustra este episodio ha sido creada con la ayuda de una Inteligencia Artificial. Puedes hacerte Fan de Universo de Misterios y apoyarlo económicamente obteniendo acceso a todos los episodios cerrados, sin publicidad, desde 1,99 €, pero, si prefieres una tarifa plana en iVoox, consulta estos enlaces: https://www.ivoox.vip/premium?affiliate-code=397358271cac193abb25500d6dffa669 https://www.ivoox.vip/premium?affiliate-code=151a00607cbb1cb51c715a0e5ba841d2 https://www.ivoox.vip/plus?affiliate-code=af18e7aba430f5e6cd6342407a3b2cb9 Aunque a algunas personas, a veces, puede proporcionar una falsa sensación de alivio, la ignorancia nunca es deseable. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

National Corvette day.  Entertainment from 1995.  Tunguska explosion leveled 80 million trees, NYC opened first pay toilets, Canada started using the Loonie coin.Todays birthdays - Susan Hayward, Lena Horne, Glenn Shorrack, David Alan Grier, Vincent D'Onofrio, Cole Swindell.  Buddy Hackett died.Intro - God did good - Dianna Corcoran   https://www.diannacorcoran.com/Corvette - The CorvettesHave you ever really loved a woman - Bryan AdamsSold - John Michael MontgomeryBirthdays - In da club - 50 Cent   http://50cent.com/Love me or leave me - Lena HorneLady - Little River BandShe had me at heads Carolina - Cole SwindellExit - Lets make love tonight like there's no tomorrow - Jeff Griffith    https://www.jeffgriffith.net/countryundergroundradio.comHistory & Factoids website

Welcome back to TACTICAL AWARENESS - a Canadian Podcast about Corvus Belli's landmark Sci-Fi Wargame; Infinity N5. Come along with our hosts Ash, Owen and Dan for a whole new ITS Edition of Infinity! The Hackers and Criminals of the fourth Nomad Colony Ship round out our reviews of the Sectorials for this faction in N5! Let's dive in and cover TUNGUSKAOwengfgIdHVuZ3Vza2EMQm90cyBuIGNoZWVygSwCAQEACwCBlwEFAACESgEBAACESgICAACESgICAACG1QEBAACBlwEHAACBqgECAAAzAQMAADEBAgAAgacBAQAAhEoCAQACAQAHAIYcAQEAAIYFAQUAAIYFAQEAAIYFAQEAAIYFAQEAAIGaAQEAAIGXAQMAAshgfgIdHVuZ3Vza2EBIIEsAgEBAAoAhEcBAQAAhEcBAQAAg7oBAwAAhuEBBQAAg7oBBQAAhuEBBQAAgZcBBAAAgZcBBwAAhtUBAQAAhz4BAgACAQAEAIGcAQEAAIGcAQEAAIGaAQEAAIGqAQEADangfgIdHVuZ3Vza2EBIIEsAgEBAA0AgbIBBQAAgbIBBQAAhg4BAQAFgZcBBQAAgZcBBwAAhuEBBQAAhEoBAgAAhEoCAgAAhEoCAgAAhEoCAgAAhz0BAwAAgZwBAQAAgaQBAQACAQAGAIbVAQEAAIGbAQIAAIGqAQEAAIGWAQEAAIGcAQEAAIGpAQEAListener Mailbag: ⁠https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sZBGrL7XqK03lyU5bunLkIMDMPce4GnI0278hi3PeRI/edit⁠ Join us on Discord HERE: ⁠⁠https://discord.gg/5hndYxvpTuAdd us to your favourite Podcasting App using the RSS Feed: ⁠⁠https://anchor.fm/s/cfa52998/podcast/rss⁠⁠ Music "Built to Last" by NEFFEX used via Creative Commons

In 1908, something tore through the skies over Siberia and exploded with the force of a thousand Hiroshima bombs. Trees were flattened across 800 square miles, yet no impact crater was ever found. What caused the Tunguska Event? A meteor? A comet? Something stranger? In this episode, we analyze the science and the some of the wild theories behind the largest cosmic explosion in recorded history, and explore other mysterious blasts from history.  Theme Music by Matt Glass https://www.glassbrain.com/ Instagram: @astudyofstrange Support the Show! astudyofstrange.substack.com/ Website: www.astudyofstrange.com Hosted by Michael May Email stories, comments, or ideas to astudyofstrange@gmail.com! ©2025 Convergent Content, LLC

The gang discusses several topics including documented evidence of some Roman Catholic saints being seen in two places at the same time. Also, instances of strange happenings over U.S. military bases and what really happened at the mysterious Tunguska blast site in 1908. Plus, paranormal gossip reporter Stacey Tracey dishes on why Dogman has been locked up at Guantanamo Bay.      

The gang discusses several topics including documented evidence of some Roman Catholic saints being seen in two places at the same time. Also, instances of strange happenings over U.S. military bases and what really happened at the mysterious Tunguska blast site in 1908. Plus, paranormal gossip reporter Stacey Tracey dishes on why Dogman has been locked up at Guantanamo Bay.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/paranormal-uk-radio-network--4541473/support.

En 1908, una explosión masiva en Siberia arrasó con miles de kilómetros cuadrados de bosque. El fenómeno, sin un cráter de impacto evidente, ha desatado teorías que van desde lo cósmico hasta lo inexplicable. Testimonios y estudios científicos aún intentan descifrar la causa de este devastador suceso. Y aunque hay una teoría establecida, el evento de Tunguska continúa siendo uno de los mayores misterios de la ciencia moderna.

L'enigma di Tunguska è uno degli eventi più terrificanti e misteriosi della nostra epoca. ! Il 30 giugno del 1908, una mattina d'estate nella remota Siberia, il cielo esplose.  Un lampo di fuoco, seguito da un'onda d'urto che abbatté oltre 80 milioni di alberi in un'area vasta più di duemila chilometri quadrati. Una potenza distruttiva nettamente superiore a quella della bomba di Hiroshima…ma nessun cratere fu mai trovato. Nessun frammento metallico. Nessun corpo celeste. Nessuna spiegazione definitiva. La scienza ha tentato più volte di fornire risposte: un meteorite? Una cometa? Un'esplosione atmosferica? Eppure, ogni teoria lascia spazio a nuove domande. E alimenta una possibilità inquietante… E se ciò che accadde  a Tunguska non fosse affatto un fenomeno naturale? E se quella devastazione fosse il segno di qualcosa… venuto da un altro mondo?  L'Inspiegabile Podcast è una serie originale ideata, scritta e condotta da Luca Parrella.  Produzione e Sound Design di Matteo D'Alessandro ⁠https://www.matteodalessandro.com Ascoltala su YouTube o su tutte le principali piattaforme di musica e Podcast Seguimi anche sui social

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Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! Episodio 168 para la zona premium donde está la gente a la que queremos un poco más porque paga (Al resto también os queremos, pero algo menos). En este capítulo os presentamos: "Expediente misterio XIV" . Un programa de la zona premium en el que os damos una clase magistral sobre conceptos de misterio chungo. Hoy, el evento de Tunguska II". Escucha este episodio completo y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo de Misterios Cotidianos (Con Ángel Martín y José L. Descubre antes que nadie los nuevos episodios, y participa en la comunidad exclusiva de oyentes en https://go.ivoox.com/sq/915010

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! Episodio 167 para la zona premium donde está la gente a la que queremos un poco más porque paga (Al resto también os queremos, pero algo menos). En este capítulo os presentamos: "Expediente misterio XIV" . Un programa de la zona premium en el que os damos una clase magistral sobre conceptos de misterio chungo. Hoy, el evento de Tunguska. Escucha este episodio completo y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo de Misterios Cotidianos (Con Ángel Martín y José L. Descubre antes que nadie los nuevos episodios, y participa en la comunidad exclusiva de oyentes en https://go.ivoox.com/sq/915010

In 2013 a 56 foot diameter space rock exploded over Chelyabinsk, Russia releasing the energy of 450 kt of TNT and filled local hospitals with some of the 1,500 people who were injured. Fortunately no one died. In 1908 a 200 ft diameter meteor exploded over a largely unpopulated region at Tunguska, Siberia knocking down trees over a 750 square mile area. If it had hit over a populated area it could have caused a million casualties. The approximately 250 people in the USA that NASA has working on asteroid detection and ways of mitigating the effects of an asteroid impact have plenty to do. We still have to locate and track about a hundred very large asteroids which could produce global climate change. Further, there are approximately 14,500 undiscovered slightly smaller ones which could cause a hurricane sized footprint damage areas to land areas on our planet. Fortunately it is extremely unlikely that any but one of the smallest space rocks will hit the Earth in the next 100 years.

PREVIEW: Professor Richard Binzel, a planetary scientist from MIT, describes the violent event at Tunguska, Siberia in 1908 that is now understood as caused by an asteroid. More later. 1913 OLD PSKOV

TLM-Z-Rx12-tlm -1419 - ¿Estamos preparados para el impacto de un asteroide como el de Tunguska? - La colonización del Cinturón Principal. Universo de Misterios tiene reservado el derecho de admisión y publicación de comentarios. Generalmente, los comentarios anónimos no serán publicados. Contacto con Universo de Misterios: universodemisteriospodcast@gmail.com La imagen de la miniatura que ilustra este episodio ha sido creada con la ayuda de una Inteligencia Artificial. Aunque a algunas personas, a veces, puede proporcionar una falsa sensación de alivio, la ignorancia nunca es deseable. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

THANKS FOR LISTENING TO OUR 200TH EPISODE!!!!! We love you all so much!! This week we go back to our roots and give you all a mystery, a myth, and a legend!! Savannah tells us about the mystery behind the Tunguska event. Taylor dives into a cryptid tale of the Oklahoma Octopus and the wild legend behind Jenny Jump State Park in New Jersey. Cheers to 200 more!Email us your stories!!! or if you want to sponsor us ;) Email - ⁠⁠⁠mysteriesmythslegends@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠ SAVANNAH'S ESTY: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.etsy.com/shop/SavannahAngeleneWe post pictures of our stories every week on instagram!!!!FOLLOW US ON SOCIALS: Tiktok: @myths_podcast Instagram: @myths_podcast Facebook: Mysteries, Myths, and LegendsTaylor's Instagram: @teeelive Savannah's Instagram: @kavannahaha 

On today's episode, we're diving into what's going on with Near-Earth Asteroid 2024 YR4. You may have heard online that this asteroid is on a trajectory to impact Earth on December 22nd, 2032. It's captured the zeitgeist and everyone's talking about it.  But what can we do in the meantime? We say - Let's learn! We need to science the $%#t out of this one! We're going to explore the idea of planetary defense, the level of impact if it does hit Earth in 2032, and how lucky we are to have successful missions like DART and HERA to lean on for our “armageddon” moment.  We'll also try to answer these questions: What is the Asteroid? What is the impact potential on Earth? How was it discovered? Why do the impact probabilities keep changing? What can we do about it? Why don't we just NUKE it? Keywords: asteroid 2024 yr4, planetary defense, impact probability, kinetic impactor, Dart mission, Hera mission, James Webb Space Telescope, automated detection, NASA funding, public interest, Tunguska event, city killer, orbital changes, nuclear option, planetary defense systems Timestamps: 00:00 Asteroid 2024 YR4 Overview and Initial Concerns 03:03 Discovery and Initial Observations 05:30 Probability Changes and Data Limitations 07:25 Public Interest and Planetary Defense 10:35 Kinetic Impactor Defense and Future Missions Here's to building a fantastic future - and continued progress in Space (and humanity)!  Spread Love, Spread Science  Alex G. Orphanos  We'd like to thank our sponsors:  AG3D Printing  Follow us: @todayinspacepod on Instagram/Twitter @todayinspace on TikTok /TodayInSpacePodcast on Facebook  Support the podcast: • Buy a 3D printed gift from our shop - ag3dprinting.etsy.com • Get a free quote on your next 3D printing project at ag3d-printing.com • Donate at todayinspace.net #spacecraft #technology #aerospace #spacetechnology #engineer #stem #artemis #astronaut #spacewalk #crewdragon #falcon9 #elonmusk #starship #superheavybooster #blueorigin #newglenn #rocket #jaredisaacman #nasahistory #spaceshuttle #lignosat #woodinspace #iamgroot #jaxa Sources: Chris Hadfield's thoughts on the Asteroid https://www.instagram.com/reel/DGI-_CNugG7/?igsh=emkwNTA5cnp2emc1 blogs.nasa.gov https://cneos.jpl.nasa.gov/news/news210.html https://science.nasa.gov/solar-system/asteroids/2024-yr4/ https://nypost.com/2025/02/17/science/see-images-of-the-city-killer-asteroid-with-a-1-in-48-chance-of-hitting-earth/ http://dashboard.fallingstar.com/dash/chl.html https://arstechnica.com/space/2025/02/the-odds-of-a-city-killer-asteroid-impact-in-2032-keep-rising-should-we-be-worried/ https://www.newscientist.com/article/2466186-building-sized-asteroid-has-a-small-chance-of-hitting-earth-in-2032/ X Posts @MarioNawfal (Post ID: 1) - January 29, 2025: Reports a 1-in-83 chance, aligning with early estimates. URL: https://t.co/ftZVwBWb8e @JustinFleenor (Post ID: 5) - February 18, 2025: Lists a 3.1% chance (1-in-32), with observation arc and scales. URL: https://t.co/NP1WxR6FHF @JustinFleenor (Post ID: 3) - February 19, 2025: Updates to 1.5% chance (1-in-67), reflecting the latest drop. URL: https://t.co/BPQTtZYpM5 @astroEdLu (Post ID: 0) - February 7, 2025: Mentions a 2.3% chance with impact location modeling by B612 Foundation. URL: https://t.co/DP21bMeIdT  

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Note: "Act 2" will be a separate published audio podcast.*Check out EZ's morning radio show "The InZane Asylum Q100 Michigan with Eric Zane" Click here*Get a FREE 7 day trial to Patreon to "try it out."*Watch the show live, daily at 8AM EST on Twitch! Please click here to follow the page.Email the show on the Shoreliners Striping inbox: eric@ericzaneshow.comTopics:*EZ concerned with his aged appearance.*EZ 9-year Fire-Versary.*Lot's of "radio memory lane" talk.*RunnerGirlAmy's hilarious in-car vid of her having a "giggle-fest" while listening to EZ.*Kelly Cheese "Crispy R" super-cut*Free Beer "I'm Just Kidding" super-cut*Asteroid earth collision chances going UP!*Tunguska asteroid strike aftermathSponsors:Grand Rapids Gold, TAG Accounting, Green Medicine Shop, Werner Roofing,Impact Power Sports, Frank Fuss / My Policy Shop Insurance, Kings Room Barbershop, The Mario Flores Lakeshore Team of VanDyk Mortgage, Shoreliners Striping, Ervines Auto Repair Grand Rapids Hybrid & EV, TC PaintballInterested in advertising? Email eric@ericzaneshow.com and let me design a marketing plan for you.Contact: Shoreliners Striping inbox eric@ericzaneshow.comDiscord LinkEZSP TikTokSubscribe to my YouTube channelHire me on Cameo!Tshirts available herePlease subscribe, rate & write a review on Apple Podcastspatreon.com/ericzaneInstagram: ericzaneshowTwitterSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-eric-zane-show-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

The 2nd of February 2025 marks the 66th Anniversary of one of Russia's most mysterious events – The Dyatlov Pass Incident. Internationally, the Tunguska explosion of 1908 is the most famous mystery; however, within Russia, the strange and unexplained deaths of nine ‘ski-hikers' in 1959 is by far the most enigmatic.Why did nine experienced ski-hikers decide to cut their way out of the tent in the middle of the night, especially when it was nearly minus 40 degrees outside, and not fully dressed for the weather, including some missing shoes! While various theories have been offered, none can fully account for what transpired that night. This special anniversary show is an interview with British author and investigator Keith McClosky – one of the very few investigators who has actually been to the site now known as the ‘Dyatlov Pass'. (named after the leader of the group)This interview was originally recorded in 2017 with hosts Andy Mercer and Kerry Greenaway.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/paranormal-uk-radio-network--4541473/support.

441-2-1-mk-musefx - 1360 - El asteroide 2024 YR4 - El evento de Tunguska Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

En esta ocasión, exploramos dos misterios que han desconcertado al mundo por décadas. Primero, hablamos de la inquietante desaparición de Jaryd Atadero, un caso que combina elementos de lo inexplicable con el dolor de una familia que busca respuestas en medio de teorías desconcertantes. Después, viajamos en el tiempo al enigmático incidente de Tunguska, donde una explosión devastadora en Siberia dejó más preguntas que certezas, generando hipótesis que van desde impactos de meteoritos hasta eventos extraterrestres. Acompáñanos en este recorrido por lo desconocido, donde las sombras del pasado siguen dejando su huella.

BYD-AUD - 1253 - Tunguska en dos documentales - En este episodio escuchamos dos documentales que tratan lo sucedido en la remota región siberiana de Tunguska la mañana del 30 de junio de 1908. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

ANY SEATS LEFT? Columbia Gorge Tour: https://randallcarlson.com/event/columbia-gorge-megafloods-2024/ “The Randall Carlson” socials, VoD titles, tours, events, podcasts, merch shop, donate: https://randallcarlson.com/links Activities Board: https://randallcarlson.com/tours-and-events/ Kosmographia Ep110 of The Randall Carlson Podcast, with Planetary Scientist Chuck Kizina, and GeocosmicREX admin Bradley, from 8/20/24 RC peruses scientific journals monthly and writes about interesting items in his monthly newsletter https://Sciencenews.org blurb about airburst over Antarctica 2.5Mya  Microscopic E-T minerals identified that hint at explosive impacting event: spinels, olivine  NASA/JPL tracking large asteroids 2024MK and 2011UL21 Mile-wide object impacting would likely knock out modern civilization, not mass extinction though 43,000x larger volume than Tunguska object We are in stable inter-glacial period now – no reason to think 2.5My trend has ended Michael Rampino for decades at forefront of modern revival of catastrophism March '24 article in Global and Planetary Change “Sixteen mass extinctions of the past 541My...” also referencing Continental Flood Basalts (CFB) Siberian & Deccan Traps Phanerozoic Era is time of visible life; Craters linked to extinction events: Popigai, Morokweng… Manicouagan in Ontario Canada has 50-mile dam-impounded ring lake, wider concentric rings Nipigon a prime candidate for impact site – CK notes alignment with other large lakes to NW Rampino graph re: extinction events' severity, with End-Permian at peak – linked to Siberian Traps Tunguska explosion was centered over ancient CFB – possibility it was endogenic? RC makes exponential links of timing with Great Year 26k cycle: 26.2My and 260My Gang Hu et al. in Global and Planetary Change '24 “Geological study of outburst flood event in the Upper Yangtze River and risk of similar extreme events Evidence for 900 landslides and 13 lakes along a 1200 mile stretch of Jinsha Noting 30 new dams, Brad asks: Is there any way that concrete weight affects Earth's spin? River canyon terraces had inhabited caves: Wanren Cave has paintings dated 13.3-8.5kya Article on “Vast armadas of giant icebergs” creating giant grooves on sea bottom Plow-marks into a ridge east of Iceland, over a kilometer down – something was pushing them!   LINKS: Brad's GeoCosmicREX playlist: Cosmography101 Class Series: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_7C3ztcCxA   YDB Impact at Nipigon? https://youtu.be/Dn8NBPA2w5I   and Kosmographia Ep32: https://youtu.be/5TUWCOyJvQg Earth's Water Graphic: https://www.usgs.gov/media/images/all-earths-water-a-single-sphere 2.5Mya Airburst article: https://www.sciencenews.org/article/asteroid-exploded-antarctica-millions-years-ago Cosmic Summit '24 speakers: https://www.youtube.com/@cosmicsummit Randall goes solo on “Squaring the Circle” https://rumble.com/user/therandallcarlson/videos RC VoD titles: Atlantis, Halloween, Cosmic Dragons, Christmas Origins https://www.howtube.com/playlist/view?PLID=381 T-shirts, variety of MERCH here: https://randallcarlson.com/shop/ Activities Board: https://randallcarlson.com/tours-and-events/ RC's monthly science news and activities: https://randallcarlson.com/newsletter   Support Randall Carlson's efforts to discover and share pivotal paradigm-shifting information! Improve the quality of the podcast and future videos. Allow him more time for his research into the many scientific journals, books, and his expeditions into the field, as he continues to decipher the clues that explain the mysteries of our past, and prepare us for the future...  Contribute to RC thru howtube: https://www.howtube.com/channels/RandallCarlson#tab_donate/ Make a one-time donation thru PayPal, credit/debit card or other account here: https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=8YVDREQ9SMKL6&source=url Contribute monthly to receive bonus content and perks: https://patreon.com/RandallCarlson   Email us at Kosmographia1618@gmail.com OR Contact@RandallCarlson.com  Small class lectures "Cosmography 101" from '06-'09 on Brad's original channel: https://youtube.com/geocosmicrex  Kosmographia logo and design animation by Brothers of the Serpent Check out their podcast: http://www.BrothersoftheSerpent.com/ ep108 with RC and Bradley: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZC4nsOUxqI Theme “Deos” and bumper music by Fifty Dollar Dynasty: http://www.FiftyDollarDynasty.net/  Video recording, editing and publishing by Bradley Young with YSI Productions LLC (copyrights)

Every year on June 30, the space community observes Asteroid Day, the anniversary of the Tunguska blast. Markus Payer, Asteroid Foundation Chair, joins us to talk about this year's Asteroid Day festivities. We also get an update on the results of the Double Asteroid Redirection Test (DART) with Terik Daly, a planetary scientist and the Planetary Impact Laboratory manager at Johns Hopkins Applied Physics Lab. He'll tell us more about the aftermath of DART's smashing encounter with asteroid Dimorphos. Then Bruce Betts, our chief scientist, discusses what The Planetary Society's asteroid-hunting grant winners have been up and in What's Up. Discover more at: https://www.planetary.org/planetary-radio/2024-asteroid-bash-smashSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In 1908, on a sunny, clear, quiet morning in Siberia, witnesses recall seeing a blinding light streak across the sky, and then … the earth shook, a forest was flattened, fish were thrown from streams, and roofs were blown off houses. The “Tunguska event,” as it came to be known, was one of the largest extraterrestrial impact events in Earth's history. But what kind of impact – what exactly struck the earth in the middle of Siberia? – is still up for debate. Producer Annie McEwen dives into one idea that suggests a culprit so mysterious, so powerful, so … tiny, you won't believe your ears. And stranger still, it may be in you right now. Or, according to Senior Correspondent Molly Webster, it could be You.EPISODE CREDITS Reported by - Annie McEwen and Molly WebsterProduced by - Annie McEwen and Becca Bresslerwith help from - Matt KieltyOriginal music and sound design contributed by - Jeremy Bloom, Annie McEwen, Matt KieltyMixing by - Jeremy Bloomwith dialogue mixing by - Arianne WackFact-checking by - Diane Kellyand edited by  - Alex Neason GUESTS Matt O'Dowd (https://www.mattodowd.space/)Special Thanks:  Special thanks to, Matthew E. Caplan, Brian Greene, Priyamvada Natarajan, Almog Yalinewich CITATIONS: Please put any supporting materials you think our audience would find interesting or useful below in the appropriate broad categories. Videos: Watch “PBS Space Time,” (https://zpr.io/GNhVAWDday49) the groovy show and side-gig of physicist and episode guest Matt O'Dowd Articles: Read more (https://zpr.io/J4cKYG5uTgNf) about the Tunguska impact event! Check out the paper (https://zpr.io/vZxkKtGQczBL), which considers the shape of the crater a primordial black hole would make, should it hit earth: “Crater Morphology of Primordial Black Hole Impacts”Curious to learn more about black holes possibly being dark matter? You can in the paper (https://zpr.io/sPpuSwhGFkDJ), “Exploring the high-redshift PBH- ΛCDM Universe: early black hole seeding, the first stars and cosmic radiation backgrounds”   Books:  Get your glow on – Senior Correspondent Molly Webster has a new kids book, a fictional tale about a lonely Little Black Hole (https://zpr.io/e8EKrM7YF32T)Our newsletter comes out every Wednesday. It includes short essays, recommendations, and details about other ways to interact with the show. Sign up (https://radiolab.org/newsletter)! Radiolab is supported by listeners like you. Support Radiolab by becoming a member of The Lab (https://members.radiolab.org/) today. Follow our show on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook @radiolab, and share your thoughts with us by emailing radiolab@wnyc.org. Leadership support for Radiolab's science programming is provided by the Gordon and Betty Moore Foundation, Science Sandbox, a Simons Foundation Initiative, and the John Templeton Foundation. Foundational support for Radiolab was provided by the Alfred P. Sloan Foundation.