Podcasts about Venusians

Send us a textStep into the extraordinary world of Paul of Venus, a spiritual guide who shares his profound connection with Mount Shasta—a sacred mountain acting as a cosmic gateway between dimensions. Through his personal journey of surrender and transformation, Paul reveals how this magnificent mountain serves as home to multiple civilizations across dimensions, including the fifth-dimensional Lemurian realm of Telos.The conversation takes us deep into the nature of multidimensional reality as Paul  explains how Mount Shasta's natural vortexes, created by intersecting ley lines, form portals that allow direct communication with Ascended Masters, Pleiadians, Venusians, and other higher-dimensional beings. These energetic gateways offer humanity unprecedented access to higher consciousness during our current planetary transition."We are at an ending of a civilization, of a human cycle, and the beginning of a new human cycle," Paul shares, offering a perspective that frames our current global challenges as catalysts for collective awakening. His message of hope emphasizes that the fifth-dimensional Earth already exists alongside our reality—not as a distant future promise, but as an accessible frequency we can tune into through conscious awareness and the alchemical transformation of our fears and judgments.Perhaps most touching is Paul's personal story of physical and spiritual brokenness, which led him to Mount Shasta where Ascended Master Saint Germain guided him through a profound healing journey. Through complete surrender to divine will, Paul reconnected with his Venusian origins and discovered his mission to help humanity remember their true multidimensional nature.For those feeling called to experience Mount Shasta's transformative energies firsthand, Paul offers spiritual tours and retreats designed to create what he calls "eternal moments"—experiences outside linear time where participants can directly perceive higher dimensions and remember their cosmic origins. Whether you're a seasoned spiritual seeker or simply curious about multidimensional realities, this conversation opens doorways to understanding the greater cosmic context of our human experience.Support the show

Send us a textRobert Potter was the guest on Cosmic Scene on April 25, 2025. Sadly, he passed away suddenly on May 5, 2025, before the episode was edited and launched. This episode was released posthumously.  This episode is dedicated to Rob Potter and his life work with Venus. May he rest in peace and hopefully he's enjoying a Venusian paradise in the higher dimensions of light. https://www.facebook.com/PromiseRevealedRobert Potter is a real physical contactee of the Venusians and the Pleiadians. He has been researching healing and consciousness for over 40 years. Rob has given seminars all over the world, including Egypt, Japan, Australia, Bolivia, Peru, Canada, China, Austria and the United States.Rob takes us on an extraordinary journey spanning over four decades of direct extraterrestrial contact in this profound conversation about cosmic consciousness and humanity's spiritual evolution. As a physical contactee of both Venusian and Pleiadian beings, Potter shares firsthand accounts of meetings with Commander Aurora Rains, a six-dimensional Venusian from a moon-based colony, and his transportation to a Pleiadian mothership in 1989.Check out Rob's website, https://thepromiserevealed.net for more information. Rob's website has many revelations about planetary liberation and spiritual knowledge. The website also has advanced healing technologies given to Fred Bell and Rob from the Pleiadians and then the Andromedans. In 1989, Rob was physically transported to a Pleiadian mothership with Fred Bell, where he formally accepted his mission to be part of the victory of the light to liberate planet Earth. Love, peace, prosperity for all is part of this plan and we must begin to take part in this transition. Our good works and loving service is required in any way we feel. Called to serve is their motto. Rob was also a world-renowned expert on pyramid energies. Rob has sold thousands of pyramids and pyramid systems for over 50 years. Potter's remarkable story begins at age 17 when he encountered Fred Bell, a scientific prodigy who worked with NASA before becoming a whistleblower. Through Bell's mentorship, Potter developed both scientific understanding and spiritual awareness that prepared him for extraterrestrial communication. What emerges is a fascinating alternative history of Earth that includes extraterrestrial civilizations like the Venusians, who originated some 24 million years ago, and their ongoing stewardship of our solar system.The heart of Potter's message isn't about technology or alien biology but humanity's spiritual awakening. The Venusians and Pleiadians consistently emphasize our interconnectedness within a cosmic family, encouraging compassion, empathy, and transcendence of judgment. "We are all connected in all time, in all space, in all dimensions, in all worlds," Potter explains, conveying their perspective that humanity must evolve beyond separation consciousness.Potter describes our current period as a transition between ages—the biblical "tribulation" preceding a golden age where societal structures will collapse and be rebuilt. Far from doom-saying, this message offers hope through spiritual transformation and unity. Whether you're a seasoned explorer of cosmic consciousness or newly curious about extraterrestrial contact, Potter's experiences offer profound insights into humanity's place in the universe and our collective spiritual destiny.Discover more about planetary liberation, advanced healing technologies, and cosmic wisdom at https://thepromiserevealed.net where Potter shares  the messages he's been entrusted to deliver as a cosmic messenger.Support the show

Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Psychic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians. Gregory will be live channeling Quan Yin, she will step forward to guide humans regarding differing levels of stress and sources of stress. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone. Each month a free channeled message is available at www.gregorypossman.com.Send us a textSupport the show Contact me at: postcardstotheuniverse@gmail.com Shout out and follow on IG - @postcardstotheuniverse https://linktr.ee/postcardstotheuniverse Thank you and keep listening for more great shows!

Insatiable Life.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Planetary Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB in a near constant downpour. Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating element.Curt poked his head out of the cocoon of his sleeping bag to check the thermometer near his bunk. It registered forty-four degrees and dipped lower as he watched. He shivered as he looked over at Eza's bundled form. The poor girl was not taking the temperature inversion well. She shivered and shook beneath the thin padding of her sleep sleeve. He cursed again the short-sighted designers who hadn't taken into account the possible need to build a fire inside the HAB."Kurt?" came a muffled stutter from her olive grab sleeper."Yes?"She poked her face out of the cinched hole, looking like a giant blue faced caterpillar. A beautiful caterpillar."I know you have done all you can with the heat unit," she said, her teeth chattering, "But I am r-r-really cold.""I'm sorry I couldn't do more.""P-p-perhaps you can. I red that in t-t-times of crisis, T-Terrans would huddle together for warmth. Might we t-t-try that?" She knew she would be taking a risk being that close to him, but it was the lesser of two evils.Curt was also hesitant. He didn't trust his body not to betray his lust for her. His cock was already tingling at the thought. But she needed his help, and he couldn't deny those deep green eyes that stared pleadingly at him. So, he agreed, climbing from his sleep sleeve as he began to remove his tunic."W-w-what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the stirring again at the sight of his deliciously tanned flesh."One less layer of clothes. It'll help warm you up faster," he explained."Shall I disrobe as well?"'Hell yes!' his mind screamed but instead he said, "No, that won't be necessary."He climbed into the sleep sleeve beside her and she immediately plastered herself to his side, her arm gripping so hard that it forced the air from his lungs. Wrapping his arm around her, she scooted closer, her heavy tits pressing against his side. Her body felt like it was on fire and for a moment he worried she might be sick with fever. But then he remembered that Venusians have a higher body temp than humans. No wonder she was suffering. Eza buried her face into his neck, pulling him closer still.Her body was racked by uncontrolled spasms, and he rubbed her arms and her back to try to warm her while at the same time trying to ignore the fact that only a thin layer of molyester separated her heavenly skin from his own. But she was making it difficult, her supplely scaled leg wrapping possessively around his. The temp, as well as his manhood, began to rapidly rise inside the sleeve.At length, the tremors subsided, and she relaxed against him with a melodious sigh. Her leg shifted higher, coming dangerously close to grazing his throbbing erection. Now he was trembling but not due to the cold.Eza felt it again, the burning, the desire. Feeling his body against hers, the churning inside her was more than she could bear any longer. Even the moments when she had given in were not enough to truly sate the sensations. She had to tell him. But what would he say? Would he be repulsed by her needs?"Kurt?" she mewed."Yes?""I have a confession to make," she said into his chest, "I have been keeping a secret from you.""It's okay, everyone is entitled to their secrets." Even as he said it, his mind was racing trying to think what it could be. None of the possibilities seemed pleasant."But this is different because it involves you. You see I... I have imprinted upon you.""What does that mean?"She raised herself up onto an elbow to look at him. His face glowed nearly as blue as her own in the light of the twin moons that shone down through the skylight."When a Venusian comes of age, as I have, they imprint upon the person they have chosen as their agrah.""Agrah?"She looked at him sheepishly."Loosely translated it means their... their lover."The face, as well as the mind behind it, showed surprise but before he could speak, she interrupted him."There's more.""More?""As part of the imprinting, a Venusian will develop an empathic connection with their agrah.""And what does that mean?""It means I can feel your emotions." Her eyes burned into his as she leaned in closer, "I know you were watching me by the lake."The Earthling's eyes widened in panic as he tried to explain himself but a Venusian finger to his lips silenced him."I know because I felt you. Your emotions for me were so strong that they...they made me...what is the word..." She stared off as if trying to remember but then her green eyes pierced him with a look that made his stomach do flips, "Horny."Curt lay there, staring blankly with her pointy finger still pressed to his lips. She felt his jumbled emotions: fear, trepidation, uncertainty. But above all she felt the one emotion that she too longed to indulge in: desire."I wish to demonstrate kissing," she said to his stupefied expression. He nodded into her finger. The hand it was attached to, moved to cup his jaw. She could feel his throbbing pulse, it matched the thunder of her own.Their lips coming together once more was like the attraction of two oppositely charged particles. Eza was now the demonstrator, wriggling her supple blue lips against his and he wondered if she had been practicing. Then his eyes shot open and crossed as her snake-like tongue slithered into his mouth. It wrestled with his, coiling and swirling, nearly filling his whole mouth. She literally shoved it down his throat and somehow he managed to resist the urge to cough. When he had first seen it by the lake, he had thought it would feel raspy but instead it was as silky and smooth as a strand of satin. He quivered at the feeling of it and was breathing hard by the time she ended the kiss."Where... did you learn... that?" he gasped."It was under a subheading called: Frenching," she explained. But then her face took on a sad expression, "I am sorry. I know I am not very good at it. I umm!"Curt pulled her into a savage kiss that filled both their minds with a haze of red heat. The sweet metal taste was overwhelming his senses as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body seemed to melt against him as she sighed into his mouth like a harmonica.As the kiss lengthened, their hands and bodies became active. His hands caressed her arms and back, hers groped at his chest and abs. His body writhed beneath her touch while hers moved to straddle him. He felt the burning heat from her loins, she the hardened ridge of his manhood beneath his trousers. His strong hands sought her ass, gently squeezing the rounded humps. She sighed in yet another octave at the feeling, her hips grinding against his. Her lips pulled away, her eyes shining with yearning."Make fuck to me," she pleaded.His smile at her improper grammar only widened further as she sat upright, her webbed hand reaching for the zipper of her tunic. She tugged the faster tantalizingly slow, exposing inch after glorious inch of her blue flesh. Her heavy tits fell free of the garment as she tossed it aside. Her goblets hung before him like twin Christmas ornaments, and he reached for his newly unwrapped gifts.She shivered at his touch. The hands, though roughened and calloused from the work on their ship, nonetheless brushed across her skin like whispers from a feather. They glided across the rounded expanse, kneading the soft flesh like modeling clay. She gasped as he tweaked her plump, blueberry nipples between thumb and forefinger.Leaning forward, she took hold of her tit to aim the dark nib at his pink, receptive lips. They parted, enveloping the gooseflesh of her areola. She sucked in her breath as he began to suckle like a babe, lapping and mouthing the sensitive bud. Compulsively she ground her already damp sex against the buried ridge of his cock as he sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth. Suddenly his hips thrust as if trying to force his way through their clothes, his hands pulling their loins tightly together.Eza climaxed at the motion and the unbridled emotion she felt from him in that moment. Her hand pulled his head closer to her bosom, her fleshy tit threatening to suffocate him as she let out a snaky hiss between clenched teeth. At last, she released her hold but his respite was short lived as her mouth descended, smothering him with feverish kisses. They pulled away to whisper into his ear."I wish to demonstrating something."Then he felt it. Her serpent tongue flicked out to slither through the conch shaped hollows of his ear. It lapped at the lobe before trailing down the curve of his neck and across his exposed collarbone. He shivered as his traveled across the expanse of his chest, rode the bulges of his abs. Her small hands pulled at the waist of his pants so that her tongue could slink beneath the material to lick the tender flesh just above his pubes. The entire time, her eyes never left his, the stare down only heightening his desire.His cock strained at its confines, threatening to rip the fabric as her hands worked to free it. It sprang to attention immediately, lightly hitting her in the nose and making her giggle. But her smiled faded, replaced with a look of awe at the pillar of flesh before her. She never expected him to be so big. He was a good nine inches, well over the five and three quarters the texts said was the average. He was also thick, her small webbed hand barely fitting around it as she delicately grasped the shaft. It felt as hot and hard as a recently fire beryllium rocket. Though she felt unsure of herself, this being her first time with any male, she couldn't help the rush of heat to her loins at the thought that Curt would soon be inside of her, filling her up, splitting her like a piece of du'Nar wood. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes that peered down at her with uninhibited desire, she opened her mouth as if she were about to bite into an apple.Her blueberry lips closed around the red delicious of his head and Curt gasped. Her lips were like satin as she slowly worked them across his mushroom shaped head. Her green eyes never left his face, wanting to gauge his reactions. The look of lust in them added to the feel of her lips on his cock. Emboldened by his whimpers of pleasure, she began to suck harder, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke. Her purple curls swayed with the motions of her gently bobbing head.All at once she stopped, his cock head still in her mouth. He at first thought something was wrong but then he felt it: her tongue coiling around the head like an anaconda with its prey. He shivered at the new sensation of his cock being gripped in such a way as her lips resumed their sucking. He saw (and felt) the tongue slither out past her lips to twist and twirl down his length. He couldn't breathe, could only stare at her as she did things to his cock that no Terran girl, no matter how tongue twistingly talented, could ever do. He was shaking by the time her dark python released its victim."Was that acceptable?" she asked eagerly."Where the fuck did you learn that?!"Her face darkened with a look of guilt."My-my roommate at the Academy. She used to entertain many Terran males. One night while she thought I was asleep, she brought a man to our dorm. I-I watched her do that to him before they copulated."Curt's eyebrow shot up in surprise. 'This Venusian vixen is just full of surprises,' he thought."My, my. Aren't you a dirty girl.""I am not dirty," she said indignantly, "I am very hygienic.""That's not what that...Never mind.""Do you wish that I should continue?" she asked, going back to the subject still in her hand."Actually, I have a better idea.""What?""This roommate. Did the man she was with put his head between her legs by any chance?""Yes, he seemed to be trying to consume her.""Well, Lieutenant," he said with a mischievous grin, "Prepared to be consumed."He saw her eyes widened as she gulped.Eza was hesitant about her pending consumption, the almost painfully cries of her roommate fresh in her mind but she allowed herself to be laid down. The fact that Curt was eying her body like a buffet did not help her apprehension. But then he leaned down to kiss her gently, tenderly. She relaxed into the kiss, his lips melting away the tension but at the same time stoking up a fire of anticipation deep within her. His lips broke away to travel down her body. Though it was much shorter than hers, it nevertheless sent tingles through her as he wove lazy circles and trails down the nape of her neck, across the pointed domes of her tits, down the slope of her navel free belly. She lifted her legs so that he could remove her already soaked shorts.Her smell hit him hard, filling his lungs and driving his desire to a new level. Her legs parted, causing her indigo flower to blossom. Her breathing was shallow, her legs trembling as he ran kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her body seized, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her at his lips found her core.Her dark blue lips almost burned his tongue, they felt so hot but he would rather risk injury than remove it from their heavenly silkiness. Her scent as intoxicating, her taste luxurious. It dawned on him as he felt her body quaking that his were the first lips to taste her and he set out to make her first tonguing one for the ages.He lipped her folds, lapped at her metal flavored fluids as they flowed from her. Spreading her vulva to expose more of her lavender love tunnel, he plunged his tongue into her petals, wriggling it like a hungry bumble bee.The Venusian began to make sounds that could only be described as yodeling modulated through a Theremin, her moans of pleasure changing octave several times. He sought her clit and found that she had not one but two pointed nubs, one in front of the other. His tongue made figure eights around the twin pips, his lips slurping the dark pearls of her Venus clam.Eza cried out as she came, her hand seizing his head to pull his face deeper. Her juices drowned him and he gulped them greedily, the excess spilling down his chin. She writhed, stretched and sang as he lustfully devoured her. She would later tell him that the orgasms he evoked in her had been intensified by her feeling his strong desire to pleasure her.A massive orgasm grabbed hold, contorting her body into a near fetal position. She collapsed back, gasping for breath, her tits heaving.He climbed atop her and her lips were aflame as they sought his, her hands pulling him closer. He raised himself on strong, sinewy arms, his dark eyes filled with desire, an emotion he broadcast like a thousand-watt transmitter. She felt the heated tip of his cock at her entrance. She wanted him inside of her so badly but suddenly she felt hesitant, almost ashamed."Kurt?""Yes?""I-I haven't...I mean... this is my first... time.""I kinda figured as much.""Is that acceptable?""Only if you are okay with me being your first."The look she gave told him the answer to that. Without another word, he slowly began to ease himself inside her. Pain shot through her as muscles stretched and fibers tore. She wanted this more than anything but could not hide the look of pain on her face as her eyes scrunched shut. He stopped."You, okay?""Y-yes," she breathed."Should I stop?""No!" she nearly shouted, her eyes flying open and locking with his. Then more gently, "No, please keep going."Curt was hesitant now. He was barely inside of her and she was already incredibly tight. He worried they might not be physically compatible and as much as he wanted to make love to her, he also didn't want to cause her any undo harm.Eza felt his empathy and concern for her. It made her heart valve swell, made her desire him even more.

Insatiable Life.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Planetary Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB in a near constant downpour. Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating element.Curt poked his head out of the cocoon of his sleeping bag to check the thermometer near his bunk. It registered forty-four degrees and dipped lower as he watched. He shivered as he looked over at Eza's bundled form. The poor girl was not taking the temperature inversion well. She shivered and shook beneath the thin padding of her sleep sleeve. He cursed again the short-sighted designers who hadn't taken into account the possible need to build a fire inside the HAB."Kurt?" came a muffled stutter from her olive grab sleeper."Yes?"She poked her face out of the cinched hole, looking like a giant blue faced caterpillar. A beautiful caterpillar."I know you have done all you can with the heat unit," she said, her teeth chattering, "But I am r-r-really cold.""I'm sorry I couldn't do more.""P-p-perhaps you can. I red that in t-t-times of crisis, T-Terrans would huddle together for warmth. Might we t-t-try that?" She knew she would be taking a risk being that close to him, but it was the lesser of two evils.Curt was also hesitant. He didn't trust his body not to betray his lust for her. His cock was already tingling at the thought. But she needed his help, and he couldn't deny those deep green eyes that stared pleadingly at him. So, he agreed, climbing from his sleep sleeve as he began to remove his tunic."W-w-what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the stirring again at the sight of his deliciously tanned flesh."One less layer of clothes. It'll help warm you up faster," he explained."Shall I disrobe as well?"'Hell yes!' his mind screamed but instead he said, "No, that won't be necessary."He climbed into the sleep sleeve beside her and she immediately plastered herself to his side, her arm gripping so hard that it forced the air from his lungs. Wrapping his arm around her, she scooted closer, her heavy tits pressing against his side. Her body felt like it was on fire and for a moment he worried she might be sick with fever. But then he remembered that Venusians have a higher body temp than humans. No wonder she was suffering. Eza buried her face into his neck, pulling him closer still.Her body was racked by uncontrolled spasms, and he rubbed her arms and her back to try to warm her while at the same time trying to ignore the fact that only a thin layer of molyester separated her heavenly skin from his own. But she was making it difficult, her supplely scaled leg wrapping possessively around his. The temp, as well as his manhood, began to rapidly rise inside the sleeve.At length, the tremors subsided, and she relaxed against him with a melodious sigh. Her leg shifted higher, coming dangerously close to grazing his throbbing erection. Now he was trembling but not due to the cold.Eza felt it again, the burning, the desire. Feeling his body against hers, the churning inside her was more than she could bear any longer. Even the moments when she had given in were not enough to truly sate the sensations. She had to tell him. But what would he say? Would he be repulsed by her needs?"Kurt?" she mewed."Yes?""I have a confession to make," she said into his chest, "I have been keeping a secret from you.""It's okay, everyone is entitled to their secrets." Even as he said it, his mind was racing trying to think what it could be. None of the possibilities seemed pleasant."But this is different because it involves you. You see I... I have imprinted upon you.""What does that mean?"She raised herself up onto an elbow to look at him. His face glowed nearly as blue as her own in the light of the twin moons that shone down through the skylight."When a Venusian comes of age, as I have, they imprint upon the person they have chosen as their agrah.""Agrah?"She looked at him sheepishly."Loosely translated it means their... their lover."The face, as well as the mind behind it, showed surprise but before he could speak, she interrupted him."There's more.""More?""As part of the imprinting, a Venusian will develop an empathic connection with their agrah.""And what does that mean?""It means I can feel your emotions." Her eyes burned into his as she leaned in closer, "I know you were watching me by the lake."The Earthling's eyes widened in panic as he tried to explain himself but a Venusian finger to his lips silenced him."I know because I felt you. Your emotions for me were so strong that they...they made me...what is the word..." She stared off as if trying to remember but then her green eyes pierced him with a look that made his stomach do flips, "Horny."Curt lay there, staring blankly with her pointy finger still pressed to his lips. She felt his jumbled emotions: fear, trepidation, uncertainty. But above all she felt the one emotion that she too longed to indulge in: desire."I wish to demonstrate kissing," she said to his stupefied expression. He nodded into her finger. The hand it was attached to, moved to cup his jaw. She could feel his throbbing pulse, it matched the thunder of her own.Their lips coming together once more was like the attraction of two oppositely charged particles. Eza was now the demonstrator, wriggling her supple blue lips against his and he wondered if she had been practicing. Then his eyes shot open and crossed as her snake-like tongue slithered into his mouth. It wrestled with his, coiling and swirling, nearly filling his whole mouth. She literally shoved it down his throat and somehow he managed to resist the urge to cough. When he had first seen it by the lake, he had thought it would feel raspy but instead it was as silky and smooth as a strand of satin. He quivered at the feeling of it and was breathing hard by the time she ended the kiss."Where... did you learn... that?" he gasped."It was under a subheading called: Frenching," she explained. But then her face took on a sad expression, "I am sorry. I know I am not very good at it. I umm!"Curt pulled her into a savage kiss that filled both their minds with a haze of red heat. The sweet metal taste was overwhelming his senses as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body seemed to melt against him as she sighed into his mouth like a harmonica.As the kiss lengthened, their hands and bodies became active. His hands caressed her arms and back, hers groped at his chest and abs. His body writhed beneath her touch while hers moved to straddle him. He felt the burning heat from her loins, she the hardened ridge of his manhood beneath his trousers. His strong hands sought her ass, gently squeezing the rounded humps. She sighed in yet another octave at the feeling, her hips grinding against his. Her lips pulled away, her eyes shining with yearning."Make fuck to me," she pleaded.His smile at her improper grammar only widened further as she sat upright, her webbed hand reaching for the zipper of her tunic. She tugged the faster tantalizingly slow, exposing inch after glorious inch of her blue flesh. Her heavy tits fell free of the garment as she tossed it aside. Her goblets hung before him like twin Christmas ornaments, and he reached for his newly unwrapped gifts.She shivered at his touch. The hands, though roughened and calloused from the work on their ship, nonetheless brushed across her skin like whispers from a feather. They glided across the rounded expanse, kneading the soft flesh like modeling clay. She gasped as he tweaked her plump, blueberry nipples between thumb and forefinger.Leaning forward, she took hold of her tit to aim the dark nib at his pink, receptive lips. They parted, enveloping the gooseflesh of her areola. She sucked in her breath as he began to suckle like a babe, lapping and mouthing the sensitive bud. Compulsively she ground her already damp sex against the buried ridge of his cock as he sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth. Suddenly his hips thrust as if trying to force his way through their clothes, his hands pulling their loins tightly together.Eza climaxed at the motion and the unbridled emotion she felt from him in that moment. Her hand pulled his head closer to her bosom, her fleshy tit threatening to suffocate him as she let out a snaky hiss between clenched teeth. At last, she released her hold but his respite was short lived as her mouth descended, smothering him with feverish kisses. They pulled away to whisper into his ear."I wish to demonstrating something."Then he felt it. Her serpent tongue flicked out to slither through the conch shaped hollows of his ear. It lapped at the lobe before trailing down the curve of his neck and across his exposed collarbone. He shivered as his traveled across the expanse of his chest, rode the bulges of his abs. Her small hands pulled at the waist of his pants so that her tongue could slink beneath the material to lick the tender flesh just above his pubes. The entire time, her eyes never left his, the stare down only heightening his desire.His cock strained at its confines, threatening to rip the fabric as her hands worked to free it. It sprang to attention immediately, lightly hitting her in the nose and making her giggle. But her smiled faded, replaced with a look of awe at the pillar of flesh before her. She never expected him to be so big. He was a good nine inches, well over the five and three quarters the texts said was the average. He was also thick, her small webbed hand barely fitting around it as she delicately grasped the shaft. It felt as hot and hard as a recently fire beryllium rocket. Though she felt unsure of herself, this being her first time with any male, she couldn't help the rush of heat to her loins at the thought that Curt would soon be inside of her, filling her up, splitting her like a piece of du'Nar wood. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes that peered down at her with uninhibited desire, she opened her mouth as if she were about to bite into an apple.Her blueberry lips closed around the red delicious of his head and Curt gasped. Her lips were like satin as she slowly worked them across his mushroom shaped head. Her green eyes never left his face, wanting to gauge his reactions. The look of lust in them added to the feel of her lips on his cock. Emboldened by his whimpers of pleasure, she began to suck harder, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke. Her purple curls swayed with the motions of her gently bobbing head.All at once she stopped, his cock head still in her mouth. He at first thought something was wrong but then he felt it: her tongue coiling around the head like an anaconda with its prey. He shivered at the new sensation of his cock being gripped in such a way as her lips resumed their sucking. He saw (and felt) the tongue slither out past her lips to twist and twirl down his length. He couldn't breathe, could only stare at her as she did things to his cock that no Terran girl, no matter how tongue twistingly talented, could ever do. He was shaking by the time her dark python released its victim."Was that acceptable?" she asked eagerly."Where the fuck did you learn that?!"Her face darkened with a look of guilt."My-my roommate at the Academy. She used to entertain many Terran males. One night while she thought I was asleep, she brought a man to our dorm. I-I watched her do that to him before they copulated."Curt's eyebrow shot up in surprise. 'This Venusian vixen is just full of surprises,' he thought."My, my. Aren't you a dirty girl.""I am not dirty," she said indignantly, "I am very hygienic.""That's not what that...Never mind.""Do you wish that I should continue?" she asked, going back to the subject still in her hand."Actually, I have a better idea.""What?""This roommate. Did the man she was with put his head between her legs by any chance?""Yes, he seemed to be trying to consume her.""Well, Lieutenant," he said with a mischievous grin, "Prepared to be consumed."He saw her eyes widened as she gulped.Eza was hesitant about her pending consumption, the almost painfully cries of her roommate fresh in her mind but she allowed herself to be laid down. The fact that Curt was eying her body like a buffet did not help her apprehension. But then he leaned down to kiss her gently, tenderly. She relaxed into the kiss, his lips melting away the tension but at the same time stoking up a fire of anticipation deep within her. His lips broke away to travel down her body. Though it was much shorter than hers, it nevertheless sent tingles through her as he wove lazy circles and trails down the nape of her neck, across the pointed domes of her tits, down the slope of her navel free belly. She lifted her legs so that he could remove her already soaked shorts.Her smell hit him hard, filling his lungs and driving his desire to a new level. Her legs parted, causing her indigo flower to blossom. Her breathing was shallow, her legs trembling as he ran kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her body seized, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her at his lips found her core.Her dark blue lips almost burned his tongue, they felt so hot but he would rather risk injury than remove it from their heavenly silkiness. Her scent as intoxicating, her taste luxurious. It dawned on him as he felt her body quaking that his were the first lips to taste her and he set out to make her first tonguing one for the ages.He lipped her folds, lapped at her metal flavored fluids as they flowed from her. Spreading her vulva to expose more of her lavender love tunnel, he plunged his tongue into her petals, wriggling it like a hungry bumble bee.The Venusian began to make sounds that could only be described as yodeling modulated through a Theremin, her moans of pleasure changing octave several times. He sought her clit and found that she had not one but two pointed nubs, one in front of the other. His tongue made figure eights around the twin pips, his lips slurping the dark pearls of her Venus clam.Eza cried out as she came, her hand seizing his head to pull his face deeper. Her juices drowned him and he gulped them greedily, the excess spilling down his chin. She writhed, stretched and sang as he lustfully devoured her. She would later tell him that the orgasms he evoked in her had been intensified by her feeling his strong desire to pleasure her.A massive orgasm grabbed hold, contorting her body into a near fetal position. She collapsed back, gasping for breath, her tits heaving.He climbed atop her and her lips were aflame as they sought his, her hands pulling him closer. He raised himself on strong, sinewy arms, his dark eyes filled with desire, an emotion he broadcast like a thousand-watt transmitter. She felt the heated tip of his cock at her entrance. She wanted him inside of her so badly but suddenly she felt hesitant, almost ashamed."Kurt?""Yes?""I-I haven't...I mean... this is my first... time.""I kinda figured as much.""Is that acceptable?""Only if you are okay with me being your first."The look she gave told him the answer to that. Without another word, he slowly began to ease himself inside her. Pain shot through her as muscles stretched and fibers tore. She wanted this more than anything but could not hide the look of pain on her face as her eyes scrunched shut. He stopped."You, okay?""Y-yes," she breathed."Should I stop?""No!" she nearly shouted, her eyes flying open and locking with his. Then more gently, "No, please keep going."Curt was hesitant now. He was barely inside of her and she was already incredibly tight. He worried they might not be physically compatible and as much as he wanted to make love to her, he also didn't want to cause her any undo harm.Eza felt his empathy and concern for her. It made her heart valve swell, made her desire him even more.

Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

Laurie Farrington joins me on the High Road to share  with us how to read and interpret a birth chart.  Laurie tells us her own stroy and how she became and expert in astrology beginning over thirty years ago.  She teaches us how to interpet our natal charts so we have a better understanding of oursleves. Laurie Farrington is the founder of Astrolore, and has been strudying Astrology since early childhood. She is a master astrologer, consultant , writer, teacher, and mentor. Her website is LaurieFarrington.com Here are the links to her online presence: Substack: https://astroloreastrology.substack.com/ Website: https://lauriefarrington.com/ Current YouTube video about the upcoming Lunar Eclipse (for all signs): https://youtu.be/AbG2qQc5gIY Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@AstroPath8 Nancy's New Angel Book  "A Guide to Angel Communication and Spiritual Laws" Available Now at Amazon. com and at Barnes&Noble.com https://shorturl.at/DrVZq Nancy's first book: Wake Up! The Universe is Speaking to You" https://shorturl.at/PqOD4

In this episode, your OOAL podcast hosts share updates about the faerie realm, to include pixies, gnomes, sprites, elves, and brownies. You'll learn about their role and how they can help us. Then, Samantha, Will, and Allison cover some fascinating updates about Earth's origin story, including information from the Andromedans and Venusians! Blue Planet Red https://blueplanetred.net/ We want to support YOU on your journey. Please like, subscribe, and SHARE to help this information reach those who need it. Your comments are read and appreciated; unkind or disrespectful posts will be removed. Samantha Kaufmann, Medium/Energy Channeler, and Spiritual Life Coach https://afirewithin.me https://www.youtube.com/@afirewithinme https://www.instagram.com/samanthalovekaufman/ William Brown, Trance Channel, and Reiki Master Teacher https://william-brown.com/ https://palmandlotus.com/ Signup for my monthly community channeling: https://teamup.com/ksns97bqc7bamr5w2o Dr. Allison Brown, award-winning author, Quantum Healer, and Reiki Master Teacher https://drallisonbrown.com/ https://palmandlotus.com/ https://theoriginstory.earth/ Purchase Allison's books here: https://amzn.to/40YUSQn Thank you to: Chrysilla Lewies for the intro graphic and voice over work Leadin/Leadout Video by Matthias Groeneveld from Pixabay Intro/Exit Music by AlexiAction from Pixabay

Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Psychic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians. Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone. Gregory will be live channeling. Join us to hear Sananda as they talk about the Queen, King, and Priest initiations and how the evolution of the human race is affecting the planet's progress through the Divine Blueprint.Each month a free channeled message is available at www.gregorypossman.com. Send us a textSupport the show Contact me at: postcardstotheuniverse@gmail.com Shout out and follow on IG - @postcardstotheuniverse https://linktr.ee/postcardstotheuniverse Thank you and keep listening for more great shows!

Air Date - 16 October 2024Rev. Gregory Possmanbegan as a Physic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians. Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone.Gregory will be live channeling. Join us to hear Sananda as they talk about the Queen, King, and Priest initiations and how the evolution of the human race is affecting the planet's progress through the Divine Blueprint.Each month, a free channeled message is available at http://www.gregorypossman.com/.#GregoryPossman #PostcardsToTheUniverse #MelisaCaprio #Manifesting #Abundance #Channeling #Metaphysics #InterviewsVisit the Postcards to the Universe Show Page at https://omtimes.com/iom/shows/postcards-to-the-universeConnect with Melisa Caprio at https://www.postcardstotheuniverse.com/Subscribe to our Newsletter https://omtimes.com/subscribe-omtimes-magazine/Connect with OMTimes on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Omtimes.Magazine/ and OMTimes Radio https://www.facebook.com/ConsciousRadiowebtv.OMTimes/Twitter: https://twitter.com/OmTimes/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/omtimes/Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/company/2798417/Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/omtimes/

We look at this new book by Greg Eghigian. You can see more about After the Flying Saucers Came here. After the Flying Saucers Came, How UFOs and aliens captivated the world reviewed This book is an interesting proposition. How to discuss and tackle something that may, or may not even exist. In many ways the author's final comments perhaps best capture how they wrestled with the ideas discussed and also some of our thoughts as we read this book. In the summary the author makes the valid point that UFOs have been with us for centuries now, in our headspace and imagination. After that, yes absolutely everything is up for play, were they real, were they fakes, were the people who saw them, or even had close, or even closer encounters (yes he has to go there) accurate or deluded? In many ways we are probably in a slightly impossible proposition with aliens, extraterrestrial life, and if we have been visited. Firstly, for aliens to even been able to reach us, then they surely must be far more intelligent than us, to travel the vast distances to even reach our galaxy, our solar system and then our planet. Which then immediately raises the questions why should they have benign or positive feelings towards us. Perhaps it is better if we are alone in the universe then? Yes this could be lonely, but maybe preferable to being squashed like a bug by something far more powerful and with its own interests and agendas. Eghigian does a good job of detailing the literature of descriptions and encounters over the last few centuries. In some ways, whether intentionally or not, it quickly illustrates that the human narratives very quickly seem to mirror the preoccupations, concerns and fears of that particular epoch. As decades pass and science demonstrates that there is no life even possible on Venus, and at best we might have microbes on Mars, all of this quickly renders as absurd and impossible encounters with talking Martians or Venusians. Similarly for a period of time the narrative seemed to be about abductions and various body parts being probed by aliens, with a particular penchant for Midwestern farmers at times. As always the key question is, if there really are aliens and UFOs then show us one, a body, a spaceship. Yes we have Roswell, but, with the recent declassification of government files it seems to have given us a lot of unknowns and no real definitive answers. This book is a good survey and discussion of all of these matters, with a clear identification of the many phonies and crackpots along the way. Does this mean, once those are set to one side, that what is left is genuine alien visits? Well, hm, hard to say and not something that the author is going to leave you with any certainties about. How UFO sightings and aliens seized the world's attention. In the summer of 1947, a private pilot flying over the state of Washington saw what he described as several pie pan-shaped aircraft traveling in formation at remarkably high speed. Within days, journalists began referring to the objects as "flying saucers." Over the course of that summer, Americans reported seeing them in the skies overhead. News quickly spread, and within a few years, flying saucers were being spotted across the world. The question on everyone's mind was, what were they? Some new super weapon in the Cold War? Strange weather patterns? Optical illusions? Or perhaps it was all a case of mass hysteria? Some, however, concluded they could only be one thing: spacecrafts built and piloted by extraterrestrials. The age of the unidentified flying object, the UFO, had arrived. In After the Flying Saucers Came Greg Eghigian tells the story of the world's fascination with UFOs and the prospect that they were the work of visitors from outer space. While accounts of great wonders in the sky date back to antiquity, reports of UFOs took place against the unique backdrop of the Cold War and space age, giving rise to disputed government inquiries, breathtaking news stories, an...

Episode 199   ​From the millions here on Earth to the second planet from the Sun we keep you up to date with all the latest and most important escapades in IT Privacy and Security. We start with the good news that although AT&T may not be selling your phone location data (if you opted out) they have still been sharing it.  We tell you what and when.CNN provides some investigative reporting that turns up the fact that the irrational worry you have about the use of hidden cameras in Airbnb and rental properties might still be a valid one.We go down under to discover a 42 year old being lead away in handcuffs for giving free WiFi access in Australian airports and on domestic flights.  Find out why free is never really free.We have the Ukrainians in trouble again. This time it's not Biden's vice president Putin but a breach of the company that makes that handy dandy phone stalking software your new boyfriend/girlfriend told you was a spelling app.Then we move onto Belgium for some fine chocolate and a warning to Linksys that they are sending your Wi-Fi password across the Internet in cleartext. This may explain what otherwise looks like a taxi rank of cars parked outside the front of your home.From there we cover a game show that moved channels from Google to Squarespace. Is it behind door one? Door two? Or Door three? And the surprise waiting.The FTC deliver some stats on how websites lead to you to outcomes they plan for you. Don't share this story with the new spouse you met on Match.comAnd finally, we are back in orbit, this time representing to the Venusians and you'll never guess who our delegate is. Moon boots. Check.Space helmet. Check.​Let's fly! Find the full transcript for this podcast here.

ET contactee, lightworker and Venusian messenger Robert Potter  @victorytothelight   beams in to discuss alien races on Earth and how extraterrestrials will help save humanity on episode 159 of the Far Out with Faust podcast.This is Robert's second appearance on the podcast. Check out his first show, Extraterrestrial Contact: Venusians and Pleiadians Among Us (Ep. 138) https://youtu.be/YZUjzKHZdFE?si=a70Och1_YaOWoBKbRobert is a world-renowned expert on the Venusian civilization and has experienced many episodes of direct physical contact with Venusian and Pleiadian extraterrestrials from a young age. In this episode, he shares their messages with humankind. Topics include:•What message do the Venusians and Pleiadians have for humans on Earth?•How the Venusians have shared advanced teleportation technology with humans•How alien races have been seeding the human race•The role of the Annunaki and Reptilian Draconians in the domination of the human race•How nefarious alien races seeded the bloodlines of the human elites•Are the Rothschilds and the Rockefellers aliens?•Did President Eisenhower meet with aliens?•Signs that the forces for good have prevailed•Predictions about the coming Earth crisis•What is the true source of environmental danger on Earth•Is the government preparing for a nuclear-induced pole shift?•Should we be afraid of AI?•Why corporations and the government are destined to fail•What are the real consequences of nuclear weapons development•How humans can reclaim our power and sovereignty•What can every person do to raise our vibration to save humanity?…and much more!

Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Physic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians. Gregory will be live channeling  Maitreya on self-love and reincarnation.  Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone. Each month a free channeled message is available at: www.gregorypossman.comSupport the Show. Contact me at: postcardstotheuniverse@gmail.com Shout out and follow on IG - @postcardstotheuniverse https://linktr.ee/postcardstotheuniverse Thank you and keep listening for more great shows!

Air Date - 15 May 2024Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Physic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings, including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns, and Venusians.Rev. Gregory Possman will be live-channeling on the show. Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone.Each month, a free channeled message is available at http://www.gregorypossman.com/.#GregoryPossman #PostcardsToTheUniverse #MelisaCaprio #Manifesting #Abundance #Channeling #Metaphysics #InterviewsVisit the Postcards to the Universe Show Page at https://omtimes.com/iom/shows/postcards-to-the-universeConnect with Melisa Caprio at https://www.postcardstotheuniverse.com/Subscribe to our Newsletter https://omtimes.com/subscribe-omtimes-magazine/Connect with OMTimes on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Omtimes.Magazine/ and OMTimes Radio https://www.facebook.com/ConsciousRadiowebtv.OMTimes/Twitter: https://twitter.com/OmTimes/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/omtimes/Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/company/2798417/Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/omtimes/

Jan Spacek is an explorer both on Earth and beyond. He has worked in the fields of astrobiology, electrochemistry, nanoscience, genomics, and proteomics searching for life within our solar system. Jan is an astrobiologist working with renowned scientist Steven Benner on expanding the genetic alphabet.  In this episode of Casual Space, Jan discusses his transition to astrobiology, his work on projects related to the search for life on Mars and Venus, and the potential for private space missions. Jan explains the importance of planetary protection, the challenges of distinguishing between Earthly contamination and Martian life, and the implications of discovering life for future human missions.  When he's not looking for life on Mars, or why Venus is yellow, Jan is busy freediving or bicycling across Australia. (!)  Follow Jan's critical thinking about life in the universe at The Primordial Scoop https://primordialscoop.org/, a blog devoted to discussing questions related to synthetic biology and astrobiology and asking the big questions about where life began and how.  Jan has worked in the field of electrochemistry of modified and natural DNA at the Czech Academy of Sciences and the Central European Institute of Technology. He has also visited the Ege University (Izmir), the Interdisciplinary Nanoscience Center (Aarhus), the Department of NanoEngineering at UCSD, and the Foundation for Applied Molecular Evolution (Alachua). He presently develops life detection devices, from coronavirus to Venusians and Martians, at the Firebird Biomolecular Sciences LLC. Outside of science, Jan bicycled around the Baltic Sea and across the Australian continent, 7500 kilometers in all. Jan earned a Master's degree in Molecular Biology and Genetics and a Ph.D. in Genomics and Proteomics (both at Masaryk University in the Czech Republic).

Bridget & Mollie talk about Delores Barrios and her companions who went to a UFO convention in 1954 and got more than they expected.

Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Physic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians. Gregory will be live channeling Archangel Raphael on the mental, emotional and physical healing for all of us on the planet. Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone. Each month a free channeled message is available at: www.gregorypossman.comSupport the show Contact me at: postcardstotheuniverse@gmail.com Shout out and follow on IG - @postcardstotheuniverse https://linktr.ee/postcardstotheuniverse Thank you and keep listening for more great shows!

ET contactee, lightworker and Venusian messenger Robert Potter  @victorytothelight beams in to reveal the truth about life on Venus, ancient Earth civilizations and the future of humanity on episode 138 of the Far Out with Faust podcast.Robert is a world-renowned expert on the Venusian civilization and has experienced many episodes of direct physical contact with Venusian and Pleiadian extraterrestrials from a young age. Hear his personal story, and listen in as he enlightens Faust about this lesser-known aspect of galactic knowledge.-How Robert made contact with famous Venusians like Valiant Thor-Who was Dr. Fred Bell and what did he teach Robert about the metaphysical world?-What Robert has learned about UFOs, abductions, and alien life forms-How many worlds and solar systems are in our Galactic Federation?-What do the Venusians look like and how is their civilization organized?-Which political figures are robots or clones? Is Donald Trump real?-Has NASA been lying about what Venus is really like?-Will Earth have floating cities in the future?-Where is Shambala?-Do we have Inner Earth civilizations living now?-Why has the government sent so many satellites to Venus and what happened?-Do the Venusians own the moon?-How the solar flares are affecting space temperature-What does the sun have to do with climate change?Explore Robert's upcoming conferencehttps://thepromiserevealed.net/summer-conference/Connect with Robert PotterWebsite: https://thepromiserevealed.net/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PromiseRevealed/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@victorytothelightInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/thepromiserevealed/0:00 Robert Potter Podcast0:46 - Introducing Robert Potter5:38 - How Robert connected and encountered with the Venusians throughout his life23:33 - Robert's evolution as a “contactee”, and recognizing his life mission 41:44 - Discussing galactic “hierarchy” (aka: dimensionality frequency) + its universal/infinite existence, and getting into multidimensional capabilities 53:43 - Floating cities, and the inevitable higher dimensional architecture and way of life59:44 - Perusing through Robert's website, recommendations, and online resources … (incl: more photos of Venusians, and the Venusian Queen1:01:40 - Venusian response to help on Earth … the works “behind the scenes”1:10:23 - Robert's message / Venusian download to the world#Podcast #Extraterrestrial #Pleiadians

Awakened starseed, cosmic ambassador, and author of Our Cosmic Origin Ismael Perez  @THEREALISMAELPEREZ   beams in to discuss humanity's extraterrestrial ancestry, secret societies and our infinite creative potential on episode 136 of the Far Out with Faust podcast. Ismael is a self-described Divine Starseed from the Lyra Constellation who is able to channel celestial downloads from distant star systems and multi-dimensions. The CEO of The Cosmic Arts, Ismael spends his time as a galactic historian teaching classes on Starseed Cosmology. He is the author of the acclaimed book "Our Cosmic Origin," which explores the extraterrestrial ancestry of the human race and the coming Golden Age of the New Earth.In this episode, Ismael shares a bit about his personal journey, from “odd kid” to messenger of hope. He describes how being a star seed allows him to understand and communicate messages from his higher self. Faust and Ismael delve into the convergence of current events and the intergalactic plan, including:-How to tune into the divine intelligence in spite of the negative narrative-Why the interdimensional war has already been won, and how that's playing out on Earth-How ancient civilizations like Lemuria and Atlantis are impacting our time today-What the battle between the Lyrans and the Draco Reptilians means for humanity-How star seeds are able to access the higher realms to help the planet-What happened when the Draco Reptilians annihilated the peaceful Lyrans in our cosmos-How we can rewrite our genetic destiny as explained by epigenetics (Dr. Joe Dispenza and Dr. Bruce Lipton)-What evidence do we have that humans lived on Mars, and what happened there?-How the Venusians were the first civilization in our solar system, and how they're helping Earth-What President Truman did to ally with the Grays and the disastrous consequences for humanity-How humans have been continually abducted by Grays to create a hybrid race-The history of Nibiru and why Earth has been in quarantine for thousands of years-How humans went through involution and are now ascending, particularly those with neurological differences like ADHD and autism-What Star Wars and George Lucas's “the Force” have to do with human purpose and potentialStay till the end, when Ismael offers advice for humanity.Check out Our Cosmic Origin on Amazon: https://a.co/d/ib5ugIcConnect with Ismael PerezWebsite: https://www.thecosmicarts.com/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/the_real_ismael_perez/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100085617411351X: https://x.com/rise_of_zionYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@THEREALISMAELPEREZTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@the_real_ismael_perez0:00 Ismael Perez Podcast0:55 - Introducing Ismael Perez, diving into his “different” / nonconformist background and upbringing8:01 - Ismael's published works, his positive outlook for humanity's future and diving into starseed influence on earth20:14 - How Ismael attained his downloads of ancient wisdom and cosmic knowledge, and diving deeper into starseed politics and reptilian/draco oppressive forces28:48 - Past life on other planets, hostile history from negative star seeds: Greys/Reptilians, Earth abductions for hybridization, and receiving help from Venusians40:26 - Ismael's prophecy and reflection on humanity's current transformation and evolution into our higher dimensional powers 48:45 - Theory of Involution: cosmic descent and ascension … fully stepping into our “abilities”, the war against reptilian AI, and an ode to Star Wars59:45 - What is the Quarantine? History of Nibiru, and backwardness of religion1:12:40 - Ismael's helpful advice for reprogramming humanity for the better#Starseed #Podc

 Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Physic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians. Gregory will be live channeling Archangel Michael who will talk about the upcoming holiday season and share some predictions for 2024. Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone. Each month a free channeled message.  For more, visit:  www.gregorypossman.com  Support the show Contact me at: postcardstotheuniverse@gmail.com Shout out and follow on IG - @postcardstotheuniverse https://linktr.ee/postcardstotheuniverse Thank you and keep listening for more great shows!

The crew is talking about the Scottish tale of the Monster of Glamis, when a group of extraterrestrials flew a plane to Portland, and Nate is talking about the most famous ghosts in the world. 

Welcome to the Ishtar Grand Prix! Venus's high steaks, full contact, motorized unicycle race. Pay no mind to the massive tanks circling everywhere there's just a little conflict happening, but don't worry! Nothing is going to interfere with today's big race.Plumbers don't wear suits, and reporters don't shoot guns.Our Links:Ian Wolffe

In this episode I share some thoughts that I catalogued during my travels in Italy this Summer. I touch on the effects of a modern society operating in an ancient matrix, the karmic shackles of an Florentine pigeon, predator - prey relationships, and the lotus city traps of new age spiritual colonialism in the form of cacao circles and music festivals.I then present downloads threading the Lyrans, Lemurians, Venus, and Atlantis together along with the physical location on Earth where I believe Atlantis one reigned. Alai's InstagramSpiral Revival's InstagramSpiral Revival's InstagramAlai's InstagramThat's Just Reality bookMuch love & blessings, Alaï Margarita Canyon Miel'aqua Malaika Delmaré Zaela Starshine

Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Physic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians. Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone. Gregory will be live channeling. Join us to see which light beings come on the show to share a message. This month's guests are Siriuns' Kronos, their spiritual Commander, Sonos, their medical Director and Askara, leader of the Earth Installations for the Venusians. Each month you can find a free channeled message. For more, visit: www.gregorypossman.com Support the show Contact me at: postcardstotheuniverse@gmail.com Shout out and follow on IG - @postcardstotheuniverse https://linktr.ee/postcardstotheuniverse Thank you and keep listening for more great shows!

Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Physic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians. Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone. Today Gregory will be live channeling Pan, the Earth Elemental and Archangel Michael. Tune in to hear what messages they have for humanity. Each month he offers a free channeled message is available at www.gregorypossman.com.Disclaimer - After the commercial break there is an echo on the hosts part of the recording. Gregory's voice and channeling is not effected and can be heard perfectly. The show is recorded LIVE and sometimes we occur technical problems that unfortunately cannot be resolved. Support the show Contact me at: postcardstotheuniverse@gmail.com Shout out and follow on IG - @postcardstotheuniverse https://linktr.ee/postcardstotheuniverse Thank you and keep listening for more great shows!

Birgitta Visser is Soul Empowerment Coach and Light Configurator, delivering messages from  many Light BEings to the aid of humanity.   Birgitta is a pro at surfing the cosmic dimensional waves across the multiverse, delivering the many messages she receives from the collective of Light BEings, Ascended Masters, Archangels, and Galactics in the hope that people will awaken to what life is all about. She has a profound knowledge of ancient wisdom that has over the years bubbled from deep within and has emerged as an inspirational channel having been submerged in her own traumatic experiences and having chosen to overcome.In her book BE-com-ing Authentically Me, you'll find: Real-life examples—Learn how Birgitta overcame often traumatic and difficult circumstances to become the more enlightened being she is today—and how you can, too! Channeled messages—Discover wisdom of the many collective Light BEings, the Pleiadeans, Venusians, and Anunnaki, the Ascended Masters, St. Germain, Hilarion, Lord Sananda, Sanat Kumara, and Archangels, including Michael, Raphael, Zadkiel, Nathaniel and many more.Heartfelt guidance—No matter where you are in your spiritual journey, Birgitta will gently guide you towards enlightenment, spiritual growth, and ascension.Birgitta is here to offer her words as food for thought in unlocking our own potential and becoming authentically ourselves, while journeying back to the unfolding of the beautiful lotus of the light of who we are.For more, visit: https://www.powersoulhealing.com/  Support the show Contact me at: postcardstotheuniverse@gmail.com Shout out and follow on IG - @postcardstotheuniverse https://linktr.ee/postcardstotheuniverse Thank you and keep listening for more great shows!

Are women really from Venus and are men really from mars? Today the ladies are discussing if  Ava is the problem in her relationships and is Tashuanda exploiting her husband. They also speak on the importance of having similar goals and values as your partner and how adulting is for the birds. Explore the intimacies of relationships on Black Girl Fly!Tell us about your relationship in the comments on instagram: @blackgirlflyofficial[00:23] Introductions [00:50] The men are acting weird [01:49] Is Ava the problem? [04:45] Are you being sold to? Or doing the selling? [07:50] A new way to think about sales [10:58] Getting enough out of your relationships [13:05] Noticing partners quirks [16:33] Aligning with you partner [18:20] Communicating your strengths [19:00] Ava's couples counseling assessment [20:49] Looking into the mirror [24:50] Advice to young and single people [26:49] Closing/Outro CONNECT WITH USWebsite: www.blackgirlflyofficial.comEmail: hello@podcast2impact.comInstagram:  @blackgirlflyofficialBGF Products hereJoin Robinhood with my link and we'll both pick our own free stockI'm using Acorns and I love how easy it is to save and invest for my future. Join me and you'll get a free $5 investment!Click here to receive Southwest Rapid RewardsClick here to learn more about Gusto PayrollMortgage Connects, an MGIC PodcastAVWeekWeekly news on IT/AV, supply chain, UC, & more.Listen on: Apple Podcasts   SpotifyThe Unlocking Growth ShowThe show where we unlock the secrets to scaling your...Listen on: Apple Podcasts   SpotifyAll Business. No Boundaries.Welcome to All Business. No Boundaries, a collection of supply chain stories by DHL...Listen on: Apple Podcasts Spotify

Rob Potter has on Nov. 22nd, 2019 met the 6th Dimensional Venusian Moon Base Commander Aura Rhanes. This colony is made up of Embassy's with many different Federations present on the back side of the moon. The moon is under the Jurisdiction of the Venusians. The ownership of the moon will be given over to the earth when we have met certain criteria. This website The Promise Revealed tells Rob's Story and has many revelations about Planetary Liberation and spiritual knowledge. You may enjoy going over this website to research a variety of metaphysical topics. https://thepromiserevealed.net ⚡ Join us at our annual in-person Portal to Ascension Conference: https://ascensionconference.com ⚡Join us at our Glastonbury, UK Conference: https://ascensionglastonbury.com ❤️ Follow PTA on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/portaltoascension

That Crazy Story About George Adamski And The Whole UFO IncidentGeorge Adamski Got Famous Sharing His UFO Photos and Alien ‘Encounters'.He claimed to have conversed with Venusians using hand gestures and mental telepathy.That Crazy Story About George Adamski And The Whole UFO Incident UFO Photos Alien Encounters Venusians mental telepathy Aliens

That Crazy Story About George Adamski And The Whole UFO IncidentGeorge Adamski Got Famous Sharing His UFO Photos and Alien ‘Encounters'.He claimed to have conversed with Venusians using hand gestures and mental telepathy.That Crazy Story About George Adamski And The Whole UFO Incident UFO Photos Alien Encounters Venusians mental telepathy Aliens

That Crazy Story About George Adamski And The Whole UFO IncidentGeorge Adamski Got Famous Sharing His UFO Photos and Alien ‘Encounters'.He claimed to have conversed with Venusians using hand gestures and mental telepathy.That Crazy Story About George Adamski And The Whole UFO Incident UFO Photos Alien Encounters Venusians mental telepathy Aliens

While UFO researcher/investigators came to accept abduction reports as being worthy of their time by the end of the 1970s, only a few, such as John Keel and Gray Barker, were open to contactee reports. Even so, contactee reports kept showing up, and sometimes they would even make it into the newspapers. One British case from 1980 involved creatures that resembled the Venusians reported by George Adamski starting in 1952, and the witness claimed he had physical trace evidence as proof of his encounter. Read more →

That Crazy Story About George Adamski And The Whole UFO IncidentGeorge Adamski Got Famous Sharing His UFO Photos and Alien ‘Encounters'.He claimed to have conversed with Venusians using hand gestures and mental telepathy.That Crazy Story About George Adamski And The Whole UFO IncidentKURIOUS - FOR ALL THINGS STRANGE

Dr. Raymond Keller returns to the High Road to bring us new information from the Venusians. He tells us of his upcoming speaking appearances, we talk about the increase in galactics activity, Mary Magdalene and her messages to humanity that appear in his new book. Raymond shares questions that the Venusians answered for the people of Denmark I the 60's with us. This is such an amazing show. Thank you Raymond for sharing so much interesting information with us.  Dr. Kellers New book is called: The Gospels of Thomas and Mary Magdalene

Birgitta Visser is Soul Empowerment Coach, Light Configurator and author, delivering messages from the many Light BEings to the aid of humanity.  She's a pro at surfing the cosmic dimensional waves across the Multiverse, delivering the many messages she receives from the collective of Light BEings, Ascended Masters, Archangels, and Galactics in the hope that people will awaken to what life is all about. She has a profound knowledge of ancient wisdom that has over the years bubbled from deep within and has emerged as an inspirational channel after having been submerged in her own traumatic experiences and having chosen to overcome them.In addition to being a world traveler, Birgitta has also been a model, bartender, promo girl, dog walker, healer, web designer, created her own organic soap line, designed jewelry, taught many holistic workshops, and held a demanding job in the corporate world.Website: www.powersoulhealing.com

Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Physic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians.  Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone.  Gregory will be live channeling  Quan Yin, she will be our visitor this afternoon. She will be talking about the latest infusion of feminine energy onto the planet.  Each month a free channeled message is available at www.gregorypossman.com.Support the show Contact me at: postcardstotheuniverse@gmail.com Shout out and follow on IG - @postcardstotheuniverse https://linktr.ee/postcardstotheuniverse Thank you and keep listening for more great shows!

Teens be prankin' and Venusians be bunko-in' in Season 1 Episodes 7 & 8 of Project U.F.O.

ABOUT CRAIG: Multiple award-winning filmmaker and Emmy-nominated casting director Craig Campobasso was fifteen when he started in the entertainment business. He received an Emmy nomination for Outstanding Casting for a Series on David E. Kelley's Picket Fences. Craig's casting career spans three decades. Craig directed, wrote and produced the short film Stranger at the Pentagon, which was adapted from the popular UFO book authored by the late Dr. Frank E. Stranges. After production, the film won best Sci Fi film award at 2 prominent film festivals. He has been on many other popular podcasts and Coast to Coast am Craig's website: autobiographyofanet.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/typical-skeptic/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/typical-skeptic/support

Reading this book was an amazing revelation. Vivid descriptions of beautiful celestial cities, teaching centers, healing wards, etc., which exist on our nearby planet Venus according to the author I found this book resonates with the law of one and our recent reading of the book Life In The Unseen World By Anthony Borgia This is a book that changes lives. Dictated by the Ascended Masters of the Seven Shamballas, The Voice of Venus sweeps the reader off to the higher worlds where Luminaries of Earth's past continue their efforts to enlighten humanity after so-called "death." In the higher dimensions of Venus, that means the Lighted Ones stay busy:    Rehabilitating suicide victims prior to their reincarnation    Conducting classes for truth seekers who visit in dream states while their bodies sleep on Earth    Preparing souls for ascension into more advanced worlds    Maintaining their sparkling Venusian bodies, homes, and temples by using their Minds to shape the raw energy of the Infinite Creative Intelligence into useful form Clairvoyantly and clairaudiently received through Ernest L. Norman (1904‒1971), The Voice of Venus, Book One of the five-volume Pulse of Creation series, was first published in 1956 and remains a popular favorite among his seventeen published works. The complete series features dissertations from the Ascended Masters who introduce a "universal, articulate, interdimensional understanding of science"-a cosmic "theory of everything" that joins science and spirit into a useful guide for visionary leaders in the arts, science, healing, education, leadership, devotion, and philosophy. Lightworkers, starseeds, spirit nerds, and humanitarians may find The Voice of Venus takes them back to places they remember, in the company of the Lighted Ones who are their teachers and guides. Generations of readers have exclaimed over the spiritual awakening the book inspired. Many claim the book never loses its luster, even after countless re-visits: "The Voice of Venus is like a celestial passport to the Inner Worlds of Light. I love to visit the crystalline cities with their classrooms, healing temples, and beautiful gardens, while taking in the higher energies radiated from the Venusians. After reading, I always feel more love, peace, and joy!"-Jennifer Stovall "The information that is contained  has been my source of inspiration for the past thirty-five plus years." -Michael L., Inventor "I always wondered about life after death and what the experience of dying would be like. This book takes you through the process in a way that is unique and exquisitely explained. The scientific and spiritual blend of knowledge is beautiful beyond anything I have ever read-or experienced!"-Douglas Taylor, Artist, Author of Soulic Journeys "A few minutes with this book always lifts my mood and brings quick answers to trouble or confusion I might be experiencing that day."-Lianne Downey, Author of Speed Your Evolution "... other authors' and teachers' works continually affirm the truth that [Ernest Norman] so humbly brought to our world."-Liam Lukasik, Music by Brian Larson And Mettaverse

Get the full audiobook for free on Amazon: https://geni.us/mars-free-audiobook (https://geni.us/mars-free-audiobook) Get the full transcript, PDF, audiobook summary, infographic and animated book summary of Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus on the free https://www.getstoryshots.com (StoryShots) app: https://www.getstoryshots.com (https://www.getstoryshots.com) Disclaimer: This is an unofficial summary and analysis. It contains generalizations and is no replacement for professional help. StoryShots Book Summary and Review of Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus: The Classic Guide to Understanding the Opposite Sex by John GrayIntroduction“A valuable, much-needed book. A contribution to the understanding of the communication styles of men and women.” — Harville Hendrix, author of Getting the Love You Want In relationships, men and women often behave differently, leading to the two parties having different expectations and goals. This can cause conflict and strain relationships. https://geni.us/mars-free-audiobook (Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus) is a #1 New York Times bestselling book on the common relationship problems between men and women. The book believes these difficulties result from psychological differences between the sexes. At the most basic level, we can distinguish between the sexes based on how they respond to stress.  The book helps men and women understand each other and reconcile their differences. John Gray creates a translation guide using the playful metaphor of men being from Mars and women being from Venus. Both Martians and Venusians can use this guide to better understand each other. Through this guide, they can develop intimacy and build stronger relationships. Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus has now sold more than 15 million copies and is the highest-ranked work of non-fiction from the 1990s. “Gray offers a Berlitz of the heart, a translation of that foreign language your spouse is speaking. And hearing.” — USA Today  About John Gray https://geni.us/john-gray (John Gray), PhD, is an American relationship counselor, lecturer, and author. He has written over 20 books about relationships and appeared on shows including Oprah, The Dr. Oz Show, Good Morning America, The Today Show, and many more.  He provides practical insights to improve relationships at all stages of life through his books, blogs, and free online workshops at MarsVenus.com. He also promotes natural solutions to anxiety, stress, and depression to support increased energy, libido, hormonal balance, and better sleep.  He grew up with five brothers in Houston, Texas, where his father was an oil executive, and his mother worked at a spiritual bookshop. His parents were Christians and taught him Yoga. https://www.getstoryshots.com/books/autobiography-of-a-yogi-summary/ (The Autobiography of A Yogi) inspired him greatly later in life. Gray attended a Transcendental Meditation lecture in 1969 and went on to live a celibate life for nine years as Maharishi Mahesh Yogi's personal assistant. Gray now lives in Northern California, where he spent 34 years with his wife, Bonnie, until she passed away in 2018. Gray and Bonnie had three daughters and four grandchildren together.  StoryShot #1: Men and Women Prefer Different Types of Praise “Not to be needed is a slow death for a man.” – John Gray Each sex works differently and enjoys a different type of praise.  Men generally prefer to work on their own. They perceive assistance as an attempt to undermine their capabilities. They exercise their ability to solve problems quickly and love to have these abilities recognized and appreciated. Men also hate to have their skills ignored or mocked. They rarely use feelings to guide their behavior, as they believe this produces unreliable results.  Women are different. Women prefer to co-operate and mostly avoid working...

Rev. Gregory Possman began as a Physic Trance Channel in 1991. Gregory channels over forty light beings including Sananda, Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, as well as: Master Teacher Spirit, Quan Yin, Mary, Five members of the Council of Shambhala, and others. He also channels the Pleiadians, Siriuns and Venusians. Rev. Possman performs workshops throughout the world and offers recorded, channeled private sessions by phone. Gregory will be live channeling Archangel Gabriel on what happens when we die.Each month a free channeled message is available at https://www.gregorypossman.com/Support the show

by Michael Lauck, narrated by KateIn the late 1950s flying saucers had been in the public consciousness for about a decade. The shock of the Arnold sighting and UFOs over Washington DC had worn off; saucers, though still mysterious, were now familiar. The government was actively running its third investigation into the reports of unidentified flying objects. Hollywood was incorporating the now iconic saucer craft into films of all budgets. Books had been printed on saucers and UFO magazines were on the newsstands every week. A new culture was being born around the flying saucers and possibility of alien contact. Many people claimed to have been contacted by extraterrestrials and some even claimed to have ridden in their craft. Others maintained that they had been given messages for their fellow Earthlings from the Space Brothers or comely Venusians.Read more →

Aaaand we're back to Monday release! This week we're finishing up our Alien Race two parter... for now. Nicole talks about the sexiest alien species, Venusians. We're talking George Adamski, Eisenhower's connection to aliens and our favorite Venusian VALIANT THOR!Hit us up on social mediaFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/QuiteUnusualPod/Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1349829115227754Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/quiteunusualpod/Twitter: https://twitter.com/quiteunusualpodSend us your listener lore to quiteunusualpod@gmail.comWanna send us something spooky?P.O. Box 1212Des Plaines, IL, 60017Sourceshttp://www.ignaciodarnaude.com/revelacion_extraterrestre/Venusians,Wikipedia.htmhttps://www.history.com/news/george-adamski-ufo-alien-photoshttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Adamski#Orthon_and_the_Contacteeshttps://awolnews.weebly.com/aliens--ufos https://www.cs.mcgill.ca/~abatko/interests/conspiracy/mj12/https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/lifestyle/2004/02/19/ike-and-the-alien-ambassadors/4698e544-1dc8-4573-8b8d-2b48d2a6305e/ https://patch.com/california/studiocity/eisenhower-great-granddaughter-discusses-time-travel-5503567164 https://www.history.com/news/george-adamski-ufo-alien-photos https://ufoac.com/valiant-thor-a-real-alien-from-venus-on-earth-or-an-invention-of-ufologists.html https://journalnews.com.ph/the-bonkers-story-of-the-alien-guest-at-the-pentagon/Support the show

Our contestants this week for this new segment are reptilians, mantids, space brothers/Venusians and atmospheric beasts! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/nakedladies/message

When strange and sophisticated aerial vehicles were first spotted buzzing in and around our skies in a series of flaps during the period of the 1940s, many assumed these represented the visitation of an extraterrestrial species. The beyond next-gen characteristics of these advanced craft – where they could travel at incredible rates of speed, hover in place, and make 90 degree turns on a dime – suggested to most that these could not logically be the property of any known nation-state actor. The technological prowess of these so-called unidentified flying objects was simply too advanced to be of terrestrial origin. It is therefore not surprising that the seemingly logical conclusion that many came to was that these simply must be visitors from beyond our planet. At first, when the barrenness of the planets of our own solar system was not yet fully realized, many assumed these to be visiting Martians or Venusians. And then as our surveying of the planets of our own solar neighborhood showed them to be lifeless, ufologists and the public alike began to wonder from which extra-solar source these beings were coming from. But again, the assumption was still that these must be visitors from “outer space”. After all, that seemed to be the only frontier we had yet to explore. Since those early days of the flying saucer phenomenon, other – and to most, more exotic – hypotheses have arisen, suggesting these Others may be interdimensional in nature, or perhaps even time-traveling humans from our future. Some researchers suggest both extraterrestrials and interdimensionals may be in the mix. In the course of that conversation, again, the assumption has been that these must be something non-terrestrial in nature, because the sophistication of the craft themselves suggest no known nation-state actor could have developed such beyond next-gen technology. However, there is one key assumption being made here: and that is that it is only the known nation-state actors: The United States, Russia, etc, that could possibly even get close to this level of technological prowess. The pertinent question to ask here is: is that a fair assumption to make? Is it only nation-state actors that we need to account for? Or is it possible that some other human group, not usually accounted for, could actually be responsible for the design and development of these UFOs – or at least some of them? Perhaps to many people's surprise, there is a rather daunting amount of historical evidence suggesting the possibility that these craft – or again – at least some of them – could actually be the property of a rogue group of scientifically-oriented techno-military elites that may have broken off from conventional society sometime during the middle part of the 20th century, not long after, we should note, the first series of sightings of disk-like craft. But what is the nature of this evidence? And does it get even close to passing muster in terms of suggesting that a truly sequestered society might exist, in our very midst? Is it possible that some of the beyond next-gen vehicles that have been spotted in our skies might actually be of terrestrial origin, after all – even if that terrestrial origin is of a non-conventional nature – one that exists beyond the scope of our nation-state global system? These are the very questions we'll seek to engage with in this, the 64th episode of the Point of Convergence podcast. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/pointofconvergence/support

Happy Taurus Season, astrobaddies and daddies!Lwini (@winisays) and Nicole (@nicoledaniellexo) are celebrating their favourite Venusians with a re-recorded 'Toxic Taurus' episode that does them justice. The astrobaes are joined by longtime friend of the show, Thabiso (aka MelaninxMoscato) who is here to defend his fellow Taureans against the allegations and misconceptions about the sign. With a bottle of Saintly's The Good Rosé on hand, we discuss the bull's tendency towards possessiveness, obstinacy and promiscuity among a few other things...(allegedly). This episode marks the official end of season four and we will be taking a few weeks off before our next one, but stay tuned for that by making sure that you...FOLLOW US:IG: @winestrologyTWITTER: @winestrologypodTALK TO US:EMAIL: hello@winestrology.com

Written by Julie Hoverson, loosely based on a story by O Henry (The Duplicity of Hargraves) An actor takes a chance to help out a friend.   Cast List Hargraves - Charles Austin Miller Governor - Dave Marshall Lydia - Dawn Harvey Music by  Enox Editing and Sound:   Julie Hoverson Cover Design:  Charles Austin Miller   What kind of a place is it? Why it's an unfashionable residence hotel on a space station, can't you tell?" ************************************************ Duplicity [Loosely inspired by the Duplicity of Hargraves by O. Henry] Cast: [Opening credits - Olivia] Governor Pendleton, elderly man, slightly senile Lydia, his daughter Anthony Hargraves, the actor/Mac Bac   OLIVIA     Did you have any trouble finding it?  What do you mean, what kind of a place is it?  Why, it's a quaint old boarding hotel on a teensy out of the way unfashionable space platform, of the classic sci fi kind, can't you tell?  MUSIC SCENE 1.    AMB    GOVERNOR'S HOME SOUND     SCI FI DOORS SHUSHS OPEN GOVERNOR    Anthony! So pleased to see you.  Come right in. ANTHONY    Thank you so much for having me, sir. SOUND    DOOR SHUSHES SHUT GOVERNOR    Have a seat.  [commanding] Gamma mu?  [beat, waiting]  Gamma mu?  [petulant] Where is that robot? LYDIA    [coming in] Oh, father.  I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you.  Gamma Mu is in the shop. GOVERNOR    That's preposterous!  Back in my day, they built robots to last!  LYDIA    Gamma Mu is getting on in years, just as you are father.  [choking up a bit] It should be back in working order in a couple of days.  I - I think I smell something burning-- SOUND    SHE DASHES OUT GOVERNOR    [courtly again] If you will excuse me, Anthony, I shall have to go and fetch the drinks tray myself. ANTHONY    Oh, please, don't bother yourself, Governor!  I'm happy to do that.  GOVERNOR    You are a guest in my house, young man. ANTHONY    And I am quite used to having to look after myself.  [a chuckle] Besides, I'm sure Lydia has everything ready - it won't take any effort on my part at all. GOVERNOR    She's a good girl.  Too bad she never married. ANTHONY    [agreeing, but not encouraging] Yes. SOUND    DOOR SHUSHES OPEN, SHUT LYDIA    [crying quietly in the background] ANTHONY    Lydia? LYDIA    [gasp, then trying to get over the crying jag, sniffling, wiping her face, etc.  A couple of breaths, then an attempt to be cheery]  Over here. SOUND    HE TAKES A COUPLE OF STEPS.  SOUND    SHE PUTS GLASSES ON A TRY ANTHONY    What's wrong? LYDIA    [brittle, pretending cheer] Oh, Mr. Hargraves.  What makes you think something's wrong? ANTHONY    Lydia.  If there's one thing any actor worth his salt learns before anything else, it's how to tell when someone is lying. LYDIA    [sniffle, almost loses it]  It's - it's not your problem. ANTHONY    Will you let me help?  Is it something about Gamma Mu?  I mean, I know you've had that robot for years-- LYDIA    [sudden rush of admission] I pawned it. ANTHONY    What? LYDIA    It's not broken.  And it's not coming back.  [heavy sigh]  We needed the money. ANTHONY    But your father's estates-- LYDIA    Venus is in a recession.  And the incomes simply can't keep up with the cost of living.  Space station habitats are so expensive. ANTHONY    You could-- go back to a surface home? LYDIA    Hah.  No place will have father, even now.  We're just lucky that HERE, in a place so [distasteful] mercenary, no one cares about what he did any more.  Hmph.  If they ever did. ANTHONY    He was never prosecuted. LYDIA    He didn't do anything worse than any other territorial governor.  He was ... made an example of.  And, being father, he refused to unbend and let some PR firm mend his reputation.  He truly believes he was, and always has been, in the right. ANTHONY    [gentle] The Venusians see it differently. LYDIA    [bitter] Oh, yes, take their side. ANTHONY    I'm not!  I just... once you've played both the good and the bad enough times, you start to see things from everyone's side.  You simply can't help yourself. SOUND    RATTLE OF GLASSES ON TRAY LYDIA    [controlled again] Here.  Father will be wondering where you got to. ANTHONY    [cajoling] Lydia-- LYDIA    [dismissing him] Mr. Hargraves. SOUND    DOOR SHUSHES OPEN, SHUT LYDIA    [heavy sigh] SOUND    DOOR OPENS AGAIN IMMEDIATELY ANTHONY    [rushing back in, hushed] How much? LYDIA    What? SOUND    DOOR SHUTS ANTHONY    [normal volume] How much did you get for Gamma Mu? LYDIA    [rueful laugh]  Turns out the old Mu line are classics.  Collectible.  They gave me 200 credits.  Would have been more, but I refused to sell it outright.  [little sigh] Yet. ANTHONY    You have hope of getting some money before the time is up? LYDIA    Hope is what we live on.  ...and memories. ANTHONY    Hmm.  [making a decision] Right. SOUND    DOOR SHUSHES OPEN AGAIN GOVERNOR    Where's Lydia? ANTHONY    She - uh- wanted to freshen up. GOVERNOR    [chuckles indulgently] "Put herself back together" as she says.  As often as she needs to do that, you'd think the girl was as badly in need of replacement parts as our poor servo robot. ANTHONY    [laughs] GOVERNOR    More likely she just wants to leave you on your own to put up with my storytelling. ANTHONY    Sir, I - GOVERNOR    No, no.  Until we made your acquaintance, young man, there was no one to tell my stories to but my poor dear Lydia, and saint that she is, she put up with it.  ANTHONY    [oh, come on]  Sir! GOVERNOR    That girl should have married, and left the nest, 20 years ago. [sadly, drifting into memory]  But after all that happened-- ANTHONY    Why don't you make us your famous Venusian aperitifs, sir? GOVERNOR    [brought back with a tiny gasp] Ah?  [befuddled] Oh, yes.  I was about to do that, wasn't I? ANTHONY    No one makes them like you do, sir. GOVERNOR    Of course not! I invented the drink.  Everyone nowadays makes these with an extract of Venusian basil - or god forbid synthetic - But I must have the real thing or nothing.  [musing again] Lydia somehow always manages to have a pinch or two ready for me, no matter the cost. ANTHONY    She is very concerned about your comfort.  Shows a great deal of character. SOUND    DOOR SHUSHES OPEN GOVERNOR    What is it you actors say?  "As if on cue?" [chuckles indulgently] ANTHONY    [chuckles] GOVERNOR    My dear, will you join us? LYDIA    I already have a drink of my own, but I might stay and keep you gentlemen company -- for a little while. ANTHONY    Certainly! GOVERNOR    Capital.  I shall make us just the two, then. ANTHONY    As many times as you've treated me to these, I should definitely reciprocate. GOVERNOR    Nonsense. ANTHONY    Or at least bring you some of the basil? GOVERNOR    No, no.  Hospitality is what you give freely, with no thought of reciprocation.  Otherwise it becomes merely [disgusted] commerce. ANTHONY    I see. LYDIA    [changing the subject]  You said you had a new show going up soon, Anthony? ANTHONY    Oh, yes.  LYDIA    [teasing a little] And what are you playing this week? ANTHONY    Guess.  [cuts them off with a sharp intake of breath] But I will warn you it has more than four limbs. LYDIA    [laughs] You and your alien roles.  Is it just the one extra, like the Venusians, or the full complement of a Martian? ANTHONY    Actually, this time I'm from Pluto. GOVERNOR    Plutonians?  But they never come this close to the sun! ANTHONY    Artistic license.  The story is a murder mystery set at a diplomatic event near the asteroid belt. GOVERNOR    [amused] What will they come up with next? LYDIA    I can understand why you have to double for a plutonian, but why not get real Martians to play Martians and real Venusians to play Venusians?  ANTHONY    Martians don't like being too close to humans, say we smell too unpleasant.  For moving pictures, you can still shoot scenes in pieces and clip them together, but in stage work it doesn't go at all. LYDIA    And all the extra body mass? ANTHONY    Elementary rotoscoping replacement on film, Padding and exoskeleton on stage.  Simple servo mechanical movements.  And of course the voice changer.  GOVERNOR    [half asleep] Wonder of wonders. ANTHONY    And most people have only seen them - either Venusians or martians - on screen. LYDIA    But isn't that expensive? ANTHONY    Well, if all else fails, if there's just the one extra arm, you stick it in a sling and pretend it is broken. LYDIA    [laughs for real] GOVERNOR    [splutters a bit, waking, then]  That is just what I like to hear, my dear. ANTHONY    The problem with using real Venusians in any kind of show - well, their artistic culture is one of unfettered improvisation and sudden impulse - they haven't really adjusted to the concept of scripted material.  [realizing he's getting into potentially bad territory] They've ... only dealt with a written language... for a very short time. GOVERNOR    [sigh, then regretful]  That was one of the reasons for such a debate about accepting them as a truly sentient and evolved species.  ANTHONY    [eager] Yes? GOVERNOR    Having some form of recordation of history and science - we don't include fiction as being necessary for sentience, you understand?   ANTHONY    [joking] A lot of people don't. GOVERNOR    [slight indulgent chuckle]  You see, as they had no recording system that we could fathom, it was hard to be entirely certain that they weren't simply bright, imitative animals. ANTHONY    Which was why you were put in charge of the planet. GOVERNOR    I ran a tight ship, and made that planet [sigh, reminiscing fondly] one of the most profitable in the entire solar system. MUSIC SCENE 2.    AMB    GOVERNOR'S HOME GOVERNOR    [querulous] Where's young Anthony got to?  Haven't seen him in weeks. LYDIA    [amused] He's been filming again, papa.  And he's not precisely "young".  He's my age. GOVERNOR    Yes, I have been meaning to talk to you about that.  You could do worse than that young fellow. LYDIA    Papa! GOVERNOR    Actor or not, he's a fine young man.  Knows how to treat his elders properly.  Shows respect.  [i] Like him. LYDIA    Father, I am hardly young either, I-- GOVERNOR    Should have married and left the nest a donkey's years back.  Precisely.  LYDIA    I can't leave you alone, papa.  [trying to be funny, but starting to sound teary] At least not until they fix the robot. GOVERNOR    [gently] You mean at least not until I have gone on to a better place, don't you? LYDIA    [almost crying] Papa! GOVERNOR    I am old, my child, and I realize that there will come an end.  Not today, or tomorrow, but I don't want to see you spending your time in regrets because you clung to this sinking spar when you could have been taken off in a lifeboat. [Silence] LYDIA    [trying to change the subject]  I'm sure... Anthony will come back and visit again soon.     GOVERNOR    [befuddled now] What was it you said he was doing? LYDIA    [relieved] Filming, papa. He said he'd be gone for a month while they made a movie. GOVERNOR    Will we be able to see it? LYDIA    If it broadcasts on one of the stations we can receive. GOVERNOR    [grumbling] Used to be more channels.  I swear I recall- LYDIA    Yes papa!  There were, but most of them have become so ... violent and unpleasant.  I canceled them. GOVERNOR    You are such a sensitive young lady. LYDIA    [deep sigh, melancholy] Yes. MUSIC SCENE 3.    AMB    GOVERNOR'S HOME SOUND    CLEANING, WASH BUCKET SOUND    SPACE AGE DOORBELL LYDIA    Huh?  SOUND    FEET, INTERCOM LYDIA    Who is it? ANTHONY     [on intercom]  Me!  I mean Mr. Hargraves.  I just got back and have a copy of my new film.  I thought I might bring it over and show it to you - you both. LYDIA    You can't come in now!  Neither of us is ... prepared to see company.  You know how papa insists on being in full governor regalia to entertain! ANTHONY    Gosh, I'm sorry!  I only wanted to surprise you. LYDIA    Surprise us again in an hour, if you please. ANTHONY    [laughing] Anything to oblige a lady! SOUND    INTERCOM OFF. LYDIA    Oh, goodness.  How will I ever get the cleaning finished?  SOUND    HURRIES AWAY LYDIA    [off slightly] Papa?  You might wish to prepare yourself for company! MUSIC SCENE 4.    AMB    GOVERNOR'S HOME SOUND    TV TURNS ON, TUBE WARMS UP GOVERNOR    [querulous] What was this movie about? ANTHONY    [eager] You'll just have to see.  I think you'll like it. SOUND    MUSIC CHANGES GOVERNOR    Oh, my.  The old place. ANTHONY    They found some cracking stock footage. GOVERNOR    Can you make it a bit bigger?  My eyes aren't what they once were. ANTHONY    [really proud] Absolutely sir.  I want you to be able to see this! ANNOUNCER    Many people think they know about the early days of the Venus colony, but all they really know is the rumors. GOVERNOR    [a bit annoyed] What? LYDIA    Oh, no. ANTHONY    Shh-shh!  This is the good part! ANTHONY    [on screen, sounding exactly like the Governor]  Hospitality is what you give freely, with no thought of reciprocation.  Otherwise it becomes merely [disgusted] commerce. GOVERNOR    [low growl] What have you done? ANTHONY    [completely surprised] Sir?   ANTHONY    [on screen]  I invented this drink, you know. GOVERNOR    Get out! ANTHONY    You don't understand!  All I wanted to do was show the reality under all the terrible stories that people bandied about - show the humanity! GOVERNOR    Get OUT! LYDIA    You had better go. ANTHONY    At least let me reward you for the help you gave me - even though you didn't know you were doing it. GOVERNOR    Are you insinuating you will pay me for this impersonation?  For stealing my -my - entire ---[splutters]  LYDIA    Shh!  Shh!  Father.  [a little frantic] Mr. Hargraves, you are no longer welcome in this house.  Leave! SOUND    DOOR SHUSHES OPEN SOUND    HE TAKES A COUPLE OF STEPS GOVERNOR    [off slightly] For this LAMPOON! ANTHONY    [wince noise] [quiet] Lydia? LYDIA    Don't! ANTHONY    I thought this would be a way to help you.  Both of you. LYDIA    [quietly furious] Help?  By driving papa into a veritable fit?  Go! MUSIC SCENE 5.    AMB    GOVERNOR'S HOME GOVERNOR    [sounding weaker] Lydia?  LYDIA    [worried] Yes, Papa? GOVERNOR    Lydia?  Hasn't young Anthony visited? LYDIA    No, papa.  [lying] He - he's been away for the last week, filming. GOVERNOR    Again?  Did we see his last film? LYDIA    Yes, papa.  It was very nice. GOVERNOR    Good, good.  He's a nice young man.  You could do worse. LYDIA    I know, papa. SOUND    DOORBELL GOVERNOR    Who's there? LYDIA    I'll go and see. GOVERNOR    Are we expecting someone?  Is that why I'm in my uniform? LYDIA    [whispered aside] I just thought it might make you feel better.  [up]  We weren't expecting anyone so early. SOUND    INTERCOM ON LYDIA    Hello? MAC BAC    [alien voice] Greetings.  Is this the living place of Previous Governor Pendleton? LYDIA    [panicky] Oh! what now?  SOUND    PUSHES BUTTON LYDIA    [Striving to keep calm] This - um - yes - this is the place you are looking for. MAC BAC    Is the Previous Governor available?  I would like to speak with him. LYDIA    He's not feeling well today-- GOVERNOR    [more perky sounding] Lydia?  Is that a Venusian voice.  How interesting!  Let's see what the green fellow has to say for himself, eh? LYDIA    [sigh]  Yes papa.  SOUND    INTERCOM ON LYDIA    Please come in. SOUND    DOOR SHUSHES OPEN SOUND    WEIRD NOISE OF STRANGE MOVEMENT AS IT ENTERS. GOVERNOR    [grunt as he gets up] LYDIA    Papa!  You don't have to--! GOVERNOR    Nonsense.  It is only common courtesy to meet a guest on your feet.  [up]  Greetings.  May I ask what occasions this visit?  You are very far from your home world. MAC BAC    Many years have passed, previous governor.  And yet you have not changed so much.  Do you not recall Mac Bac?  This one was an aide in the mansion. LYDIA    [surprised] Oh! GOVERNOR    My stars!  Yes!  Oh, Mac Bac.  [delighted]  I never thought to see anyone from those days again.  Why don't you-- [falters] LYDIA    [hurriedly picks up]  Would you like a bench to accommodate your form? MAC BAC    This one would be most grateful. GOVERNOR    Would you be a dear and bring us some refreshment, Lydia? LYDIA    Certainly. SOUND    BUSTLES OUT GOVERNOR    Now that we are alone, what is it that brought you here? MAC BAC    This one has come to repay a debt, previous governor. GOVERNOR    A debt?  I cannot think of anything-- MAC BAC    When your office made your departure, you gifted Mac Bac with a number of items. GOVERNOR    Oh, yes....  I seem to remember... MAC BAC    Among those was a vehicle, given as you could not transport it off planet. GOVERNOR    Yes!  Now I recall.  I apologize for my forgetfulness, but it has been a very long time. MAC BAC    This visit is to repay that gift. GOVERNOR    Repay? MAC BAC    The previous governor said at the time that if a gift was unacceptable, the vehicle could be considered a loan to be repaid at a later date.  Many years have passed, for the previous governor's location is not easily uncovered.  GOVERNOR    [truly touched]  And you came all this way to pay me for my old hovercar? MAC BAC    The vehicle became the center of a profitable business, transporting visiting dignitaries.  After some years, more vehicles, more transporting.  Mac Bac has become very comfortable, as you say, and it came upon this one a desire to travel.  Travel without purpose is enjoyable, but achieving a goal is more so. GOVERNOR    [slightly condescending] You have come a long way to pay back such a slight debt.  The car couldn't have been worth more than a hundred credits. MAC BAC    Considered as a loan, or even an investment in the business of Mac Bac, this hundred  credits has grown like a precocious fern monkey over the past many years. LYDIA    How much? GOVERNOR    Do not be crude, dear.  Never mind the amount, it is the thought that is important.  Whatever you feel is necessary to pay, Mac Bac, will be more than enough. MAC BAC    This one has had the tabulations done, and this is the amount which is correct. SOUND    METAL SET DOWN LYDIA    [gasp] GOVERNOR    B-but Mac Bac-- MAC BAC    One Thousand credits. GOVERNOR    But surely you-- MAC BAC    Mac Bac does not take charity.  This one must even all debts before end of life comes, or debts will follow to next world. GOVERNOR    Oh.  Yes.  We are all getting a bit old, are we not? LYDIA    Father! GOVERNOR    Lydia, why don't you go and do something for yourself and leave us old fellows to talk.  I'm quite certain that we shall bore you to tears with our stuffy old stories.  Eh, Mac Bac? MAC BAC    Indeed.  Old times become very close when one approaches the fading of the light. MUSIC SCENE 6.    AMB    HUSHED CROWD SOUND    QUICK WOMAN'S FOOTSTEPS, SHUSH OF DOOR LYDIA    [crying] SOUND    DOOR SHUSHES SHUT LYDIA    Oh, father what will I-- [cuts off with a gasp] ANTHONY    Lydia!  I'm so sorry I'm late.  I didn't hear until Wednesday, and I couldn't get transport. LYDIA    You're here?  Even after father drove you out? ANTHONY    I can't begrudge him his pride. I just hope that he might have forgiven me, at the end. LYDIA    I think-- I'm sure he forgot the entire incident. ANTHONY    [sad realization]  Forgot.  Yes. LYDIA    He would have forgiven you, though!  Father was never a vindictive man. ANTHONY    You, at least, know I never meant the play as any kind of insult.  LYDIA    I - I guess.  I never got to see more than that opening.  He was so furious. ANTHONY    But you - you will forgive me, won't you?  I would be mortified if we couldn't get past this. LYDIA    I... [small self-deprecating laugh]  I can't stay mad at you.  And I certainly don't have so many friends that I can throw one away over such a ... trifle. ANTHONY    Good. LYDIA    And...  and from the little I did see-- [trails off] ANTHONY    Yes? LYDIA    [uncomfortable, blushing]  Oh, just that you did a very good -  you did the acting very well.  ANTHONY    [warm]  I'm glad you didn't hate it.  LYDIA    Of course I didn't!  Don't tease so! ANTHONY    I promise.  [beat, changing subject]  Well.  At least he had some good days, there at the end.  [prompting]  And you look like things are going a little better.  Was that Gamma mu I saw, standing by the casket? LYDIA    [pleased but sad] Yes.  We were very lucky.  Father came into some unexpected money. ANTHONY    [way too pleased] I know. LYDIA    What?  How did you hear? ANTHONY    [eager] You really didn't know?  LYDIA    [horrified realization] You - you paid that Venusian! ANTHONY    [barely contained excitement]  Oh, you really underestimate me, Lydia.  Didn't you believe me when I said I do very well in alien roles? CLOSING

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