Podcasts about walpurgis

Être archéologue, c'est étudier les diverses traces laissées par d'anciennes communautés humaines afin de mieux comprendre leur histoire et leur organisation, leur environnement et leur mode de vie. À l'archéologie, discipline populaire, sont souvent associés les termes de “passion”, de “fascination”, d'“énigme” ou d'“exotisme”. Mais ce témoignage vise surtout à illustrer ce que cette discipline dit de nous, de notre société contemporaine et des défis que nous devons relever dans les domaines environnementaux, économiques, technologiques, sociaux et politiques.Pour contribuer à analyser le présent et tenter d'appréhender l'avenir, je vais donc retourner sur mes pas, fréquenter différents terrains de fouille et rouvrir des dossiers scientifiques : pointer les “jours j” et les moments déterminants, et ainsi faire face au passé pour tenter de lire dans d'anciennes traces une histoire en devenir. Du littoral méditerranéen aux sources de la Seine, cette itinérance nous entraînera dans des grottes occupées par les premiers humains, au-dessus d'une épave antique, auprès d'un prince celte, dans les rues d'une ville gauloise et même dans les sous-sol de Notre-Dame de Paris, explorés à la suite du tragique incendie. L'Auteur, Dominique Garcia est notre invité en studio Emission disponible en vidéo sur https://www.youtube.com/@TimelineStory2026 Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Une exceptionnelle histoire de droites révolutionnaire dans le monde, de la Révolution française au nazismeS'exprimant dans les années 1930, Raymond Aron constate un tournant au cœur de l'histoire européenne : « Une révolution se définit comme une libération.Or, les révolutions du XXe siècle semblent, sinon des révolutions d'asservissement, du moins des révolutions d'autorité. »Les nouvelles révolutions de droite, fascisme et nazisme en tête, se veulent en effet une revanche sur le siècle des Lumières, la Révolution française et la démocratie libérale.Si elles partagent avec les révolutions de gauche le projet de création d'un « homme nouveau » et l'inauguration d'une « ère nouvelle », elles se singularisent par de nombreux traits : croyance dans les mythes qu'elles forgent pourtant de toutes pièces, perception de l'histoire comme une conspiration à conjurer, primauté du biologique sur le social, idéal d'un corps national-racial organique, culte de la puissance, élévation d'un Guide en source et horizon de toute légitimité.C'est ce que démontre Hamit Bozarslan dans cet essai novateur retraçant une histoire dont les échos avec le monde contemporain sont troublants.Car si nous ne sommes pas dans les années 1920-1930 surdéterminées par les conséquences d'une guerre mondiale, force est de constater qu'en Europe comme au-delà du Vieux Continent, le monde fait à l'évidence face à une crise des aspirations égalitaires et libérales de la démocratie.L'Auteur, Hamit Bozarslan est notre invité en studioHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Mystery Package: The Walpurgis Night Tradition Unveiled Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2026-05-10-07-38-19-sv Story Transcript:Sv: Våren hade kommit till Sverige och skogen runt den lilla stugan var full av liv.En: Spring had arrived in Sverige and the forest around the little cottage was full of life.Sv: Blommorna hade börjat blomma, och fåglarna sjöng sina melodier.En: The flowers had begun to bloom, and the birds sang their melodies.Sv: Elsa satt vid sitt skrivbord i stugan.En: Elsa sat at her desk in the cottage.Sv: Hon hade kommit hit för att finna inspiration och skriva sin nya bok.En: She had come here to find inspiration and write her new book.Sv: Men tankarna flög iväg, för hon väntade besök.En: But her thoughts drifted away, for she was expecting a visitor.Sv: Hennes barndomsvän Nils skulle komma med tåget från Stockholm.En: Her childhood friend Nils was coming by train from Stockholm.Sv: När Nils anlände, blev det glada återseenden.En: When Nils arrived, there was a joyful reunion.Sv: De pratade länge om gamla tider vid den sprakande brasan.En: They talked for a long time about old days by the crackling fire.Sv: Mitt i deras samtal hördes det plötsligt en duns på verandan.En: In the midst of their conversation, a thud was suddenly heard on the veranda.Sv: Nyfikna gick de ut och fann ett paket.En: Curious, they went out and found a package.Sv: Det var inslaget i gammalt brunt papper med ett enkelt snöre runt.En: It was wrapped in old brown paper with a simple string around it.Sv: På paketet fanns inga avsändare, endast en anvisning: "Öppna tillsammans".En: There was no sender on the package, only an instruction: "Open together."Sv: Elsa och Nils satte sig vid bordet och öppnade det försiktigt.En: Elsa and Nils sat down at the table and opened it carefully.Sv: Inuti låg ett urval av konstiga föremål: en karta, en rostig nyckel och några gulnande papper med kryptiska symboler.En: Inside was a selection of strange objects: a map, a rusty key, and some yellowing papers with cryptic symbols.Sv: "Vad är det här?"En: "What is this?"Sv: viskade Nils.En: whispered Nils.Sv: Elsa blev genast nyfiken och började undersöka kartan.En: Elsa immediately became curious and began to examine the map.Sv: Nästa dag kom Anna, den lokala vaktmästaren, förbi stugan.En: The next day, Anna, the local caretaker, stopped by the cottage.Sv: Hon hade en allvarlig min när Elsa nämnde paketet.En: She had a serious expression when Elsa mentioned the package.Sv: "Det finns legender om sådana paket.En: "There are legends about such packages.Sv: De talar om gamla traditioner och faror.En: They speak of old traditions and dangers.Sv: Var försiktiga," sa Anna.En: Be careful," said Anna.Sv: Men Elsa's nyfikenhet tillät inte försiktighet.En: But Elsa's curiosity did not allow for caution.Sv: Hon övertygade Nils att hjälpa henne utforska ledtrådarna.En: She convinced Nils to help her explore the clues.Sv: De spenderade dagen med att utforska skogen.En: They spent the day exploring the forest.Sv: Kartan ledde dem djupare in i träden, förbi bäckar och genom en glänta med blåklint.En: The map led them deeper among the trees, past streams, and through a clearing with cornflowers.Sv: När natten föll, nådde de en skogsglänta.En: As night fell, they reached a forest glade.Sv: Månen lyste starkt och skuggorna spelade på marken.En: The moon shone brightly, and shadows played on the ground.Sv: Där fann de den sista ledtråden, gömd i ett ihåligt träd.En: There they found the final clue, hidden in a hollow tree.Sv: Vid midnatt, när Walpurgisnatten var som mest magisk, hörde de ett svagt viskande.En: At midnight, when Walpurgisnatten ('Walpurgis Night') was at its most magical, they heard a faint whispering.Sv: Anna dök upp i klar månljus och avslöjade hemligheten.En: Anna appeared in the clear moonlight and revealed the secret.Sv: Paketet, ledtrådarna och hela jakten var en gammal test, en del av Walpurgisnattens beskyddar-tradition.En: The package, the clues, and the entire hunt were an old test, part of Walpurgisnatten's guardian tradition.Sv: Som en lokal väktare ville Anna se om Elsa hade hjärtat att förstå skogens och bygdens historia.En: As a local protector, Anna wanted to see if Elsa had the heart to understand the forest's and the community's history.Sv: Elsa såg på Anna med nya ögon och en djup förståelse tog form inom henne.En: Elsa looked at Anna with new eyes, and a deep understanding formed within her.Sv: Hon hade lärt sig värdet av gamla traditioner och visdomen i lokal folklore.En: She had learned the value of old traditions and the wisdom in local folklore.Sv: Med ett leende återvände hon och Nils till stugan, med ett nytt kapitel i hennes historia och ett starkare band till platsen.En: With a smile, she and Nils returned to the cottage, with a new chapter in her story and a stronger bond to the place.Sv: Walpurgisnatten hade gett henne inte bara inspiration för hennes arbete, utan också en vänskap för livet.En: Walpurgisnatten had given her not only inspiration for her work but also a friendship for life. Vocabulary Words:cottage: stuganmelodies: melodiercrackling: sprakandethud: dunsveranda: verandancurious: nyfiknawrapped: inslagetcryptic: kryptiskawhispered: viskadecaretaker: vaktmästarenlegends: legendercaution: försiktighetexplore: utforskaclues: ledtrådarnastreams: bäckarclearing: gläntaglade: skogsgläntashadows: skuggornahollow: ihåligtmoonlight: månljusreveal: avslöjadeprotector: väktareunderstand: förståwisdom: visdomenfolklore: folklorebond: bandtradition: traditionguardian: beskyddarchapter: kapitelinspiration: inspiration

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Rediscovering Roots: An Artist's Journey in Stockholm Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2026-05-06-22-34-01-sv Story Transcript:Sv: Våren hade kommit till Stockholm.En: Spring had arrived in Stockholm.Sv: Stadens träd och blommor slog ut i full prakt.En: The city's trees and flowers were in full bloom.Sv: Elias promenerade längs de kullerstensbelagda gatorna med en känsla av förväntan.En: Elias walked along the cobblestone streets with a sense of anticipation.Sv: Efter många år utomlands var han äntligen tillbaka.En: After many years abroad, he was finally back.Sv: Han hade flyttat runt mellan olika städer i Europa, men inget kändes som hemma.En: He had moved around between different cities in Europe, but nowhere felt like home.Sv: Nu sökte han efter sina rötter och inspiration till sitt nästa konstverk.En: Now he was searching for his roots and inspiration for his next artwork.Sv: Anna hade bjudit in honom till Vasamuseet den här Walpurgiskvällen.En: Anna had invited him to the Vasamuseum this Walpurgis evening.Sv: Hon sa att det skulle vara en speciell upplevelse.En: She said it would be a special experience.Sv: Med henne skulle hennes partner Jonas också vara med.En: With her, her partner Jonas would also be there.Sv: De hade varit goda vänner under uppväxten, och Elias hoppades att återknyta de gamla banden skulle ge honom den saknade känslan av tillhörighet.En: They had been good friends during childhood, and Elias hoped that reconnecting with old bonds would give him the missing sense of belonging.Sv: Museet var som magiskt i det dämpade ljuset.En: The museum was magical in the subdued light.Sv: I centrum stod det stora Vasaskeppet, vars historia av storhet och tragedi fascinerade varje besökare.En: In the center stood the great Vasa ship, whose history of grandeur and tragedy fascinated every visitor.Sv: Elias gick långsamt runt skeppet.En: Elias walked slowly around the ship.Sv: Det fanns något storslaget med denna bit av svensk historia.En: There was something magnificent about this piece of Swedish history.Sv: Anna, entusiastisk som alltid, berättade om skeppets konstruktion och de kungliga äventyr det var avsett för.En: Anna, enthusiastic as always, talked about the ship's construction and the royal adventures it was intended for.Sv: "Det handlar om att förstå sina rötter," sa hon plötsligt.En: "It's about understanding your roots," she said suddenly.Sv: Elias kände hur orden gick rakt in i honom.En: Elias felt the words hit him directly.Sv: Här, omgiven av historiens vingslag, insåg han vikten av att stanna upp och reflektera över sin egen bakgrund.En: Here, surrounded by the echoes of history, he realized the importance of pausing and reflecting on his own background.Sv: Utanför museet började mörkret falla, och folk samlades kring Walpurgisbålet.En: Outside the museum, darkness began to fall, and people gathered around the Walpurgis bonfire.Sv: Lågorna dansade i den kalla vårkvällen, och sångerna fyllde luften med liv och glädje.En: The flames danced in the cold spring evening, and the songs filled the air with life and joy.Sv: Elias, fascinerad, såg på sin barndomsvän och Jonas, insåg hur mycket han hade saknat detta.En: Elias, fascinated, looked at his childhood friend and Jonas, realizing how much he had missed this.Sv: Den här gemenskapen, denna tradition.En: This community, this tradition.Sv: Medan elden flammade upp och kastade långa skuggor över marken, kände Elias en våg av inspiration och tillhörighet.En: As the fire flared up and cast long shadows over the ground, Elias felt a wave of inspiration and belonging.Sv: Han behövde inte välja mellan det gamla och det nya.En: He didn't have to choose between the old and the new.Sv: Hans konst kunde växa ur hans historia.En: His art could grow from his history.Sv: Han beslutade att stanna i Sverige, åtminstone ett tag, och utforska sitt arv genom konsten.En: He decided to stay in Sweden, at least for a while, and explore his heritage through art.Sv: När kvällen fortskred, fylld av musik och skratt, kände Elias en djup frid.En: As the evening progressed, filled with music and laughter, Elias felt a deep peace.Sv: I hjärtat av Stockholm, bland gamla vänner och nya intryck, hade han hittat sin plats.En: In the heart of Stockholm, among old friends and new impressions, he had found his place.Sv: Den kvällen insåg han att hans framtid kunde bygga på hans förflutna.En: That evening he realized that his future could build on his past.Sv: Vasa skeppet, en symbol för både ambition och motgångar, hade visat honom vikten av att förstå och värna om sina rötter.En: The Vasa ship, a symbol of both ambition and adversity, had shown him the importance of understanding and cherishing his roots. Vocabulary Words:anticipation: förväntanabroad: utomlandsbelonging: tillhörighetsubdued: dämpadegrandeur: storhettragedy: tragedienthusiastic: entusiastiskconstruction: konstruktionreconnecting: återknytabonds: bandenbroads: rötterfascinated: fascineradcommunity: gemenskapenflames: lågornadanced: dansadegathered: samladesbonfire: båletflared: flammashadow: skuggabelonging: tillhörighetinspiration: inspirationheritage: arvambition: ambitionadversity: motgångarcherishing: värnaimpressions: intryckroots: rötterreflcting: reflekteramuseum: museetfolks: folk

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Finding the Pendulum: A Walpurgis Night Discovery Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2026-05-05-07-38-19-sv Story Transcript:Sv: Vårkvällen hade en magisk stämning på Skogskyrkogården.En: The spring evening had a magical atmosphere at Skogskyrkogården.Sv: Blommor prydde marken och trädens knoppar skymtades i det svaga ljuset.En: Flowers adorned the ground, and the buds of the trees could be glimpsed in the faint light.Sv: Långsamt förberedde sig människorna för Valborgsmässoaftonens glödande brasor.En: Slowly, people prepared for the glowing bonfires of Walpurgis Night.Sv: Mitt i denna vårvärld gick Astrid och Gustav.En: In the middle of this spring world walked Astrid and Gustav.Sv: "Vi måste hitta pendeln, innan det blir för mörkt", sade Gustav.En: "We have to find the pendulum before it gets too dark," said Gustav.Sv: Han såg upp till sin syster, full av beundran och hopp.En: He looked up to his sister, full of admiration and hope.Sv: Astrid, som länge hade känt sig frånkopplad från familjens historia, var nervös.En: Astrid, who had long felt disconnected from the family's history, was nervous.Sv: Trots sina tvivel hade hon bestämt sig för att delta i sökandet.En: Despite her doubts, she had decided to participate in the search.Sv: Pendeln, som tillhört deras mormor, hade gått förlorad vid ett tidigare besök.En: The pendulum, which had belonged to their grandmother, had been lost during a previous visit.Sv: Skogskyrkogården var en stillsam plats, med sina stigar och mossbeklädda stenar.En: Skogskyrkogården was a tranquil place, with its paths and moss-covered stones.Sv: Astrid´kunde känna historiens vingslag omkring sig, men hon hade alltid betraktat traditioner som något gammaldags.En: Astrid could feel the wings of history around her, but she had always regarded traditions as something old-fashioned.Sv: Men Gustav väckte något inom henne, en känsla av att kanske hade deras historia ändå betydelse.En: However, Gustav awakened something in her—a feeling that maybe their history did matter after all.Sv: Tillsammans började de leta runt bland gravstenarna, de liknade varandra alla på ett mystiskt sätt.En: Together, they began searching around the gravestones, which all mysteriously resembled each other.Sv: Var kunde pendeln ha gömt sig?En: Where could the pendulum have hidden?Sv: Astrid kände frustrationen växa, men Gustav gav inte upp.En: Astrid felt the frustration growing, but Gustav did not give up.Sv: "Vi hittar den, jag lovar", sa han med ett leende.En: "We'll find it, I promise," he said with a smile.Sv: När mörkret började sänka sig förberedde folk brasorna för Valborg.En: As darkness began to fall, people prepared the bonfires for Valborg.Sv: Lågorna sprakar upp och gjorde skuggspelet över kyrkogården ännu mer drömlikt.En: The flames crackled up, making the shadows over the cemetery even more dreamlike.Sv: Plötsligt kastade brasan sitt ljus över en speciell sten.En: Suddenly, the bonfire cast its light over a special stone.Sv: Astrid stannade till, något glimtade till i jorden.En: Astrid stopped; something glittered in the soil.Sv: Hon böjde sig ner och såg en liten metallkedja röra sig i vinden.En: She bent down and saw a small metal chain moving in the wind.Sv: "Det är den!"En: "There it is!"Sv: utropade hon.En: she exclaimed.Sv: Astrid höll upp pendeln, fortfarande täckt av jord.En: Astrid held up the pendulum, still covered in soil.Sv: Det var som om den hade väntat på henne att bli upptäckt just denna natt.En: It was as if it had been waiting for her to be discovered on this very night.Sv: Eldens ljus reflekterades i pendeln och Astrid såg den som något mer än bara ett smycke.En: The light from the fire reflected in the pendulum, and Astrid saw it as something more than just a piece of jewelry.Sv: Den representerade en förbindelse, en länk mellan dåtid och nutid, mellan tradition och själ.En: It represented a connection, a link between past and present, between tradition and self.Sv: Gustav log, stolt över sin syster.En: Gustav smiled, proud of his sister.Sv: Astrid kände ett lugn som hon inte hade haft tidigare.En: Astrid felt a calm she hadn't experienced before.Sv: Pendeln skulle få en plats nära hennes hjärta, som en påminnelse om att hon kunde bära med sig traditioner samtidigt som hon byggde sitt eget liv.En: The pendulum would have a place close to her heart, as a reminder that she could carry traditions with her while building her own life.Sv: Med pendeln i sin hand återvände Astrid och Gustav, skugglika under Valborgsnattens skydd.En: With the pendulum in hand, Astrid and Gustav returned, shadow-like under the cover of the Walpurgis Night.Sv: En ny början, ett steg mot att förstå och omfamna deras familjehistoria.En: A new beginning, a step towards understanding and embracing their family history.Sv: En balans mellan det gamla och nya, i harmonisk samklang.En: A balance between the old and the new, in harmonious accord. Vocabulary Words:magical: magiskatmosphere: stämningadorned: pryddeglimpsed: skymtadesfaint: svagaadmiration: beundrandisconnected: frånkoppladtranquil: stillsammoss-covered: mossbekläddaregarded: betraktatfrustration: frustrationcrackled: sprakardreamlike: drömliktglittered: glimtadesoil: jordbent: böjdechain: metallkedjaexclaimed: utropadereflected: reflekteradesconnection: förbindelselink: länkreminder: påminnelseshadow-like: skugglikaembracing: omfamnabalance: balansharmonious: harmoniskaccord: samklangprepared: förbereddeglowing: glödandependulum: pendeln

Die Volksfest-Saison in Sachsen-Anhalt ist offiziell eröffnet und lockt bei strahlendem Sonnenschein tausende Menschen ins Freie. Von der Eisleber Frühlingswiese bis zum großen Landesfest in Bernburg steht das Jahr 2026 im Zeichen der Geselligkeit.In dieser Ausgabe des Sachsen-Anhalt Podcast tauschen Stefan B. Westphal und Chris Luzio Schönburg das Studio gegen die frische Luft der 29. Eisleber Frühlingswiese ein. Die Hosts beleuchten die tiefe Bedeutung von Volksfesten für das Land Sachsen-Anhalt, wobei sie den Fokus weg von der Politik und hin zum gesellschaftlichen Miteinander lenken.Ob bei der traditionsreichen Walpurgisnacht in Schierke oder dem 1050-jährigen Jubiläum in Teuchern – die Sehnsucht der Menschen nach Gemeinschaft und Zerstreuung vom Alltag ist überall spürbar. Der Dialog verdeutlicht, dass diese Feste oft der zentrale Ankerpunkt für den Zusammenhalt in Dörfern und Städten sind. Ein wesentlicher Teil des Gesprächs widmet sich der enormen Organisationsleistung, die hinter solchen Events steht. Stefan B. Westphal und Chris Luzio Schönburg diskutieren, wie sich Volksfeste stetig weiterentwickeln müssen, um attraktiv zu bleiben – etwa durch Drohnenshows statt klassischem Feuerwerk oder originelle Wettbewerbe wie Meisterschaften der Waldarbeiter.Dennoch werden auch kritische Aspekte nicht ausgeblendet: Die Hosts reflektieren über einen wachsenden „Volksfest-Egoismus“ und eine teils aggressivere Stimmung gegenüber Medienschaffenden am Straßenrand. Zudem stellen die steigenden Anforderungen an Sicherheitskonzepte besonders kleine Gemeinden vor große finanzielle Hürden, weshalb im Podcast über eine stärkere Koordination auf Landkreisebene nachgedacht wird. Trotz dieser Herausforderungen bleibt das Fazit positiv: Volksfeste sind unverzichtbare Orte der Begegnung, an denen neue Freundschaften entstehen und Vereine zusammenkommen. Zum Abschluss der Folge geben die Hosts einen Ausblick auf den kommenden Sachsen-Anhalt-Tag in Bernburg Anfang Juni, der als „großes Happening“ das gesamte Land verbinden soll.Der Sachsen-Anhalt Podcast begleitet die Menschen in allen Regionen des Landes – von der Altmark bis in den Süden. Die Themen betreffen die Landkreise Stendal, Salzwedel und die Börde ebenso wie das Jerichower Land, den Harz und den Salzlandkreis. Auch die Perspektiven aus Anhalt-Bitterfeld, Wittenberg, Mansfeld-Südharz sowie dem Saalekreis und dem Burgenlandkreis fließen in die Debatten ein.Moderiert wird von Stefan B. Westphal, der über langjährige Erfahrung in der Kommunalpolitik verfügt, und dem freien Journalisten und Moderator Chris Luzio Schönburg.00:00 Start von der Eisleber Frühlingswiese01:34 Walpurgis & die Lust am Feiern02:28 Problem: Aggressivität & „Volksfest-Egoismus“04:57 Warum wir Dorffeste heute brauchen09:50 Sicherheit: Kosten & politische Lösungen15:28 Waldarbeiter-Meisterschaft & Programm-Ideen17:52 Ausblick: Sachsen-Anhalt-Tag in Bernburg

As we come to the close of the Season of Sacrifice and culminate with Walpurgis and Beltane, the powers that are beholden to other powers are very careful to include hints and clues as to what their plans are. This is achieved through their chosen icons, including the sacred names they wish to utter and, ultimately, fortify the spells they cast on the world. On this revealing episode, Clyde Lewis has a candid conversation with occult researcher, Katie Montana Jordan, about WALPURGIS APOKALYPSE. The original broadcast was on April 28, 2017.

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It's gonna be May! Okay, okay, we shall cease and desist with the boy band GIFs and on to the show! All over Europe and other areas we celebrate May Day, Beltane, Walpurgis night, whatever you call it it's all about fire, coming together, and making babies! Or new life, shall we say, new beginnings. First spring has sprung. So we dive into some celebrations and traditions from Bavaria, Germany, Scandinavia, which mostly call it Walpurgis night or some variation, and celebrate a Saint, a She-saint in fact! Then we get into Beltane, the Celtic pagan holy day, and have some fun, fire and feasts with Goddesses and Green Men. Put on your flower crowns and grab a maypole for this festive, fertile, fire-filled episode! No Fire Fest Fiasco here my friends, just good times and good intentions! Happy May-ing!Sorry for the late posting, we are doing our best and putting up a new Patreon ep as well so watch out for that! Happy Listening!

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Nurse's Walpurgis Night: Breaking Rules for Compassion Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2026-04-30-07-38-19-sv Story Transcript:Sv: Vårluften i Stockholm var full av liv och förhoppningar.En: The spring air in Stockholm was full of life and hope.Sv: Men inne på fältsjukhuset rådde ett annat slags liv.En: But inside the field hospital, a different kind of life prevailed.Sv: Det var Walpurgis natt, och från utsidan kunde Elin höra ljudet av sång och skratt från firandet.En: It was Walpurgis Night, and from outside Elin could hear the sounds of singing and laughter from the celebration.Sv: Men härinne var tystnaden som ett tungt täcke.En: But in here, the silence lay like a heavy blanket.Sv: Elin rörde sig snabbt mellan sängarna.En: Elin moved quickly between the beds.Sv: Hon var en hängiven sjuksköterska. Alltid redo att sätta patienternas behov först.En: She was a dedicated nurse, always ready to put the needs of the patients first.Sv: Men idag bar hon en inre tung börda.En: But today she carried a heavy burden inside.Sv: Ingrid, en äldre kvinna, låg i sängen och närmade sig slutet av sitt liv.En: Ingrid, an older woman, lay in bed approaching the end of her life.Sv: Magnus, en strikt men omtänksam läkare, hade varnat henne.En: Magnus, a strict but caring doctor, had warned her.Sv: Protokollet var tydligt. "Håll avstånd. Var professionell," hade han sagt.En: The protocol was clear. "Keep your distance. Be professional," he had said.Sv: Men Ingrid påminde Elin om hennes far. Pappan hon inte längre hade kontakt med.En: But Ingrid reminded Elin of her father, a father she no longer had contact with.Sv: Den där känslan av saknad gnagde i Elins hjärta.En: That sense of longing gnawed at Elin's heart.Sv: Elin stod vid Ingrids bädd.En: Elin stood by Ingrid's bedside.Sv: Kvinnans svaga röst bröt igenom tystnaden. "Minns du din pappa, Elin?" frågade Ingrid.En: The woman's weak voice broke through the silence. "Do you remember your dad, Elin?" Ingrid asked.Sv: Elin tvekade.En: Elin hesitated.Sv: Hennes känslor var inlåsta, men Ingrids ord berörde något djupt inom henne.En: Her emotions were locked away, but Ingrid's words touched something deep within her.Sv: På något sätt visste Ingrid precis vad Elin behövde höra.En: Somehow, Ingrid knew exactly what Elin needed to hear.Sv: Vid sidan av sjukhussängen stannade Elin upp.En: Beside the hospital bed, Elin paused.Sv: Hon kände en önskan att låta Ingrid känna frid. Att ge något hennes far aldrig fått.En: She felt a desire to let Ingrid find peace, to give something her father had never received.Sv: Hon visste att hon bröt reglerna, men så gick hon fram och tog Ingrids hand.En: She knew she was breaking the rules, but she went ahead and took Ingrid's hand.Sv: Värmen av den äldre kvinnans hand var en påminnelse om allt det som gått förlorat.En: The warmth of the older womans hand was a reminder of everything that had been lost.Sv: Ingrid började tala om sin dotter. Om soliga dagar i parken. Hennes livets enkla glädjeämnen.En: Ingrid began to speak about her daughter, about sunny days in the park, the simple joys of her life.Sv: Elin kände en tår rinna nedför hennes kind.En: Elin felt a tear run down her cheek.Sv: Hennes tankar svävade till minnen av skogspromenader med sin egen pappa. Hur de brukade samla kvistar inför Valborgsbrasan.En: Her thoughts drifted to memories of forest walks with her own father, how they used to gather twigs for the Valborg bonfire.Sv: Det var de små stunderna hon saknade mest.En: It was the small moments she missed the most.Sv: Elin satt tyst bredvid Ingrid.En: Elin sat quietly next to Ingrid.Sv: Hon kände hur kvinnans andning blev långsammare.En: She felt the woman's breathing become slower.Sv: Ingrids ögon slöts sakta, och med ett svagt leende lämnade hon världen bakom sig.En: Ingrid's eyes slowly closed, and with a faint smile, she left the world behind her.Sv: I det ögonblicket kände Elin en våg av befrielse.En: In that moment, Elin felt a wave of release.Sv: Att bryta protokollet hade varit rätt beslut.En: Breaking the protocol had been the right decision.Sv: Elins hjärta fylldes av en ny förståelse.En: Elin's heart filled with a new understanding.Sv: Att visa medkänsla är inte alltid enkelt, men ibland är det nödvändigt.En: Showing compassion isn't always easy, but sometimes it's necessary.Sv: Medan festen fortsatte utanför sjukhusets väggar, fyllde en ny styrka Elins själ.En: While the festivities continued outside the hospital's walls, a new strength filled Elin's soul.Sv: Hon var redo att möta framtiden med öppet hjärta och förlåtelse.En: She was ready to face the future with an open heart and forgiveness.Sv: I livets tystnad hade hon funnit sitt eget svar.En: In the silence of life, she had found her own answer. Vocabulary Words:spring: vårdedicated: hängivenburden: bördaapproaching: närmade sigprotocol: protokolldistance: avståndprofessional: professionelllonging: saknadgnawed: gnagdehesitated: tvekadeemotions: känslorrelease: befrielsecompassion: medkänslafestivities: festenblanket: täckeweak: svagasilence: tystnadpeace: fridbreaking: brytaforgiveness: förlåtelsebreathing: andningslower: långsammarefaint: svagtstrength: styrkaunderstanding: förståelsecompassion: medkänslanurse: sjuksköterskafield hospital: fältsjukhusstrict: striktjoys: glädjeämnen

Walpurgis Night 2026 and the Swedish king birthday by Anna Virginius

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So I love this because, like, I feel like some people think that they're self-sabotaging, or they're in the same spiral, and it's like, yeah, but you kept packing the same stuff, expecting a new result. Brad Crowell 0:18  Or you're carrying around the old shit. Lesley Logan 0:19  Yes but and you just keep repacking the old shit, and that's why you don't get anything new. Lesley Logan 0:25  Welcome to the be it till you see it, podcast where we talk about taking messy action knowing that perfect is boring. I'm Lesley Logan Pilate instructor and fitness business coach. I've trained 1000s of people around the world, and the number one thing I see stopping people from achieving anything is self doubt. My friends, action brings clarity and it's the antidote to fear. Each week, my guests will bring bold, executable, intrinsic and targeted steps that you can use to put yourself first and be it till you see it. It's a practice, not a perfect. Let's get started. Lesley Logan 1:07  Welcome back to the Be It Till You See It interview recap where my co-host in life, Brad, and I are going to dig into the unraveling convo I had with Shari Teigman in our last episode. If you haven't yet listened to that interview, you can pause this one and then listen to that one, or you can listen to this one here. We have to say we've got some fun stuff to talk about, and then go listen that one. But you cannot miss it.Brad Crowell 1:25  It's an epic episode. Lesley Logan 1:26  I want to be friends with her. Brad Crowell 1:27  Yeah, she's badass.Lesley Logan 1:29  I do. We should tell her, when we're in London, I don't like I really. Brad Crowell 1:32  We should tell her when we're in London. Lesley Logan 1:33  I don't know how we're gonna fit in another meal, but like, she can meet me for I don't know. She's great. Anyway.,Brad Crowell 1:39  She might be in New York. She lives between the two. Lesley Logan 1:42  She does live between the two. You know what? Then, if she doesn't at least we reached out. But, you know, at least we reached out. The sign that you have ADHD is that you want to hang out with someone, and then you hope that they're not available. Lesley Logan 1:53  Okay, today, while you guys are listening to this is April 30th 2026 and today we're bringing awareness to two things. Brad Crowell 2:00  Two things. Lesley Logan 2:01  So Walpurgis night. Brad Crowell 2:03  Walpurgis night.Lesley Logan 2:03  The Mass of St. Walpurgis Night or Walpurgis Night, is observed on April 30th in parts of northern and eastern Europe, from Sweden to the Czech Republic. It is known as Walpurgis in German speaking nations, Valborg in Sweden and Čarodejnice. Brad Crowell 2:20  Good job. I'm really impressed. Lesley Logan 2:22  There's a J and an N connected to each other. Brad Crowell 2:24  Čarodejnice. Lesley Logan 2:26  Čarodejnice because there's an E in there too. In the Czech Republic.Brad Crowell 2:29  We butchered the hell out of that. So if you don't know how to say it, send us a voicemail, send us a DM.Lesley Logan 2:35  You can, you can call us and leave us a message. And I would love to hear how to say that. (inaudible) Walpurgis Night is also known as the other Halloween. For example, on April 30th, a traditional Walpurgis night ritual involves the burning of an effigy of a witch on a campfire in Sweden. This is a bonfire night once thought to ward off evil spirits, but it's now a fun way to get rid of excess gardening trash. I'm here for the gardening trash. I'm not here for burning fucking witches. So, Brad, you sold me this wrong, because I didn't realize we're burning a witch. Brad Crowell 3:07  It said an effigy of a witch.Lesley Logan 3:09  An effigy of a witch. That's burning a witch. This is we are upset. We're rejecting.Brad Crowell 3:15  Oh, yeah, it's the sculpture or model of a person. Lesley Logan 3:18  Yeah. Brad Crowell 3:18  Well, we're getting rid of those witches. Lesley Logan 3:20  No, no, the witches are the healers, Brad, look it up. So the witches actually were the women healers who had all the information, and they kept it, and they passed it down to the other women about all these different ways to heal from different illnesses and aches and pains, and also how to do periods. And they had these wonderful, wonderful informations. And when they made those healers witches, those women became people that no one could talk to. They became untouchables. And so after three generations, you now no longer have history, and that is how they control you ladies, that's how they do it. So anyways, now that I've fixed that day, why don't you go on with the holiday that sounds way better?Brad Crowell 3:59  Oh yeah, we're not for burning witches. International Jazz Day, this is Brad's excitement here, join with people around the world as this day promotes jazz's roots and our intercultural influence every year, on April 30th. All that jazz. Many considered America's classical music, yeah, maybe, after all, jazz began in New Orleans over 100 years ago. Legendary jazz pianist and composer Herbie Hancock, along with, along with the UN helped create International Jazz Day in 2011. Read on for a musical look distinctly American art form, and don't miss out on a list of four cool jazz sub genres. Lesley Logan 4:36  Brad, what are those four sub genres? Brad Crowell 4:38  I have no idea, and didn't read the rest of that whole book. But what I can tell you is that this is something I love, I'm passionate about. I grew up listening on the way home from soccer practice with my dad, we would listen to 90.1 and it was Temple's Jazz, Temple Philadelphia Jazz station. So it really left an impact on me as a youngster, I got really into the music. And my dad wasn't really playing like performing jazz, but he does play the trombone. And was playing the trombone at the church, never playing jazz. He was always playing, you know, hymns and choirs, stuff, whatever. But, you know, I got really into that, and that was an inspiration as a kid to play the trombone myself. And then all through high school, I got really into jazz, and then I went to college for it, and I studied the trombone playing jazz there. And when I moved out to L.A. I sat all that down, and I started playing rock and roll with my bass guitar and singing and all that stuff. It was fun. But coming to Vegas, just down the street from where we live, is a lovely. Lesley Logan 5:34  Less than a mile. It's like half a mile, maybe three quarters, but. Brad Crowell 5:37  It is a hour that hosts a live jazz night every Monday night, and it's fantastic. Like the musicians are, you know, either grads or they're going through UNLV's Jazz programs. Some of them are doing their masters in music. And these guys get together and they jam every Friday. Lesley Logan 5:55  Monday. Brad Crowell 5:55  Every Monday, sorry, every Monday. And I have been very intentional about making sure I'm there. I just love listening. And I literally am, like, the super dork. People think I'm the manager or the owner of the bar. Lesley Logan 6:06  Because he has his computer out, you guys, and he works.Brad Crowell 6:08  Because I take my laptop and I work in the back corner. Lesley Logan 6:10  I'm like, 10 till 2. 10 pm till 2 am.Brad Crowell 6:13  Yeah, one. Usually I'm leaving around 1:15 but it's three hours of live jazz. They do three sets, and the third set is my favorite, because, talking about sub genres, they always start with, like, a little bit, like, you know, lower, more palatable, as it were, and by the end of the night they're playing, like, huge, like, intense fusion, crazy, like, like, like driving music. And I eat that up. I love that. I think it's, it is also my ADHD brain.Lesley Logan 6:41  Are we gonna tell them where to go for this jazz music? Brad Crowell 6:43  Yeah, it's called The Hard Hat, The Hard Hat Bar. Brad Crowell 6:46  You're trying to keep it to yourself but you're selling it. Brad Crowell 6:48  Yeah, yeah. No one else will love to go. I have my spot in the corner, so. Lesley Logan 6:50  Also, if you're in Vegas on a Monday night, there's not a lot to do. This is a thing you can do, and it's one of the oldest parts. It's not the oldest bar, but people think it is. It's one of the oldest bars.Brad Crowell 6:59  It was in the is started in the 60's, I think.Lesley Logan 7:01  Yeah. According to Las Vegas City (inaudible), it's the third oldest bar.Brad Crowell 7:05  Yeah, but we love it. I love it. Lesley has been there once I think. Lesley Logan 7:08  Zero times. Brad Crowell 7:08  Zero times? You've never been?Lesley Logan 7:09  You've never taken me. Nope. That's why.Brad Crowell 7:10  It's not I haven't taken you. You there's never a chance where you're awake. Zero chances that you're awake.Lesley Logan 7:16  There's zero chances, I mean, on a Monday night. But I here's the thing, guys, I gotta go, because Brad doesn't really under, like, he didn't really understand what like signals he was putting out one Monday night. These people were at his table where he has his computer so he can watch and be on his computer. So he just kept looking at the people at this table over and over and over again. Brad Crowell 7:35  Yeah, I kept glancing and like, how many drinks are these people gonna have, like I want my corner. I like my little spot.  Lesley Logan 7:41  And then he, like, had us finally sit down with his back to them. So then he kept turning around and looking at them, and so they bought him a drink, thinking he was hitting on them.Brad Crowell 7:52  It's true. They definitely, I apparently got caught looking and and I realized, oh yeah, okay, that happened.Lesley Logan 7:59  Yeah, I'm just fine when you're table, although I this would happen to anybody like us, because, like, I'm near my table, that's my spot. Anyways, I'll get to The Hard Hat one of these days, one of these Tuesdays, I won't have to get up at five in the morning, so I'll check it out. But go, go listen to some jazz. Go just play it on your Spotify today, because it's International Jazz Day.Brad Crowell 8:14  If you want, if you want some recommendations, I'm a big fan of a US based group. They're from DC area. They're named Snarky Puppy, and it's, it's a really cool group, because they are like a mix of different musicians that will come in and leave. So sometimes this the band might be four people, sometimes it might be 20 people, right? And they and they just, wherever they do concerts, they pull in all these locals, and they have, like the band director effectively, is a brilliant composer, and he composes with other people. But I've really enjoyed listening to Snarky Puppy. So if you're wondering, you know, what are we talking about here, check them out. Brad Crowell 8:53  I hope people have an idea of jazz. I would love so. The world is going to hell. And I think it is really, especially hell, if you have not heard some jazz.Brad Crowell 9:01  Yeah, but I'm not listening to like, Kenny G elevator jazz, like, that's not my jam. I want something that has definitely got more, you know, juice.Lesley Logan 9:10  Yeah, yeah. Okay. Well, thanks, babe, thanks for, I love your holiday.Brad Crowell 9:15  I have another one. I'm gonna share one more. Lesley Logan 9:16  Okay. Brad Crowell 9:17  So Stan Kenton's Cuban Fire Suite is a journey, and it's worth just sitting down with a, you know, a glass of wine and listening to it from start to finish. I love it. Have so much fun. Enjoy that. Brad Crowell 9:27  All right, here's what's coming up. So Lesley is super busy tomorrow, starting all day, because we have a whole bunch of people coming to the house. They're actually been coming through all day today, doing private sessions with Lesley, and tomorrow she's kicking off the Cadillac Weekend. Lesley Logan 9:42  It's the third weekend of five weekends. Brad Crowell 9:44  For eLevate, her mentorship program.Lesley Logan 9:47  Yeah, and if you're wanting to know more information about 2027's eLevate, there's a few spots left. We actually, on the day we're recording this, accepted two more people. So between, they may have already put their deposit in, which maybe we really like have three spots left, but don't be like, oh, I'm never gonna get it. Like, if you want it, fine, right? Like, we can talk about it. The application is really easy. It's mostly so I can make sure it's the right program for you. I don't, I don't want to sell you something that's not what you're looking for. So lesleylogan.co/elevate. A seventh through the 10th, we'll be in, well, Scottsdale, actually, Brad, we're in Scottsdale at P.O.T. so we hope to see you there. We'll have a booth. I'm not teaching at it, but we'll have a booth. So come, come by. Say hi. I think we're gonna have the dog. Lesley Logan 10:27  Yeah, we're gonna bring Bayon. We're driving in. We're taking the dog. It's a camp tent. Brad Crowell 10:33  We called ahead, and they were like, oh yeah, we're totally dog friendly toys, we're ike, heck, yeah, let's do it.Lesley Logan 10:37  So we're bringing our dog, because it would be so sad. We'll have him home for a month and we have to leave him again. Spring Training is right after we get back. It is May 12th to the 17th. It's about getting upside down, getting overhead. It's really like all the OPC teachers and I are using the workouts.Brad Crowell 10:51  That's OPC Spring Training.Lesley Logan 10:52  Yeah, we're using the workouts and on the mat reformer, tower, and Wunda chair to help you understand the connections, you need to actually do upside down overhead exercises with control and strength so you don't have to fear about hurting your neck or or also you think like I can't do these exercises. I have belly abundance or chest abundance, or whatever. Now there are people that they're not ideally for, but well, you'll learn the replacement exercises for yourself. So you can be in any of these classes, because I do not believe to be an advanced practitioner you do upside down stuff. To be an advanced Pilates practitioner, you have to have connections, so you could be doing non upside down stuff and be an advanced practitioner. So I'm excited for you for that. So opc.me/events and then Summer Tour is literally gonna be announced at any moment, and if it hasn't already so opc.me/tour.Brad Crowell 11:39  Tickets are coming at the end of May or beginning of June, because it'll basically be after spring training.Lesley Logan 11:46  Yeah, right after. So we are going to do, we are doing, and we're doing a route we've never done before.Brad Crowell 11:51  Yeah, I know I'm excited. We're going to be going straight across the middle of the country all the way out to Knoxville, and then we're going to loop back around and hit North Texas on the way back. And then I think we're going to do Tucson, because we haven't been there in a really long time. Lesley Logan 12:01  Yeah, fixing it up, giving another city in Arizona some love, so. Lesley Logan 12:06  But go to opc.me/tour.Lesley Logan 12:11  Oh my god, we've already seen the merch.Brad Crowell 12:13  It's really fun. Lesley Logan 12:14  You guys, even though every year, every tour, we're like, that's so great. How could it get better? It gets better, it gets better. It gets better. So anyways, we have to get into Shari, because she's so great. But before we do that, we have a question.Brad Crowell 12:25  We sure do. @laurat9266 from YouTube asks, hey, would you ever consider a springboard for home use over the Wunda chair or spine corrector? I am gonna jump in right now.Lesley Logan 12:38  Okay, tell me, what do you think?Brad Crowell 12:39  They do, completely different thing.Lesley Logan 12:41  Great job. Brad. Way to go.Brad Crowell 12:42  Thank you. Like, why not have both.Lesley Logan 12:45  Well, and also, like a springboard, it just hangs on the wall, takes up almost no space, so you could still have room for a spine corrector. Brad Crowell 12:47  Well, that's what I mean. You clearly need a reformer to do the springboard, so.Lesley Logan 12:47  No, you just need a wall. The springboard is like a. Brad Crowell 12:47  I was thinking the jump board. Lesley Logan 12:47  You were thinking a jump board. But also still a different thing. Brad Crowell 12:54  They still do different things. Lesley Logan 13:00  Yeah. So the springboard is, like, what you see on the walls with it's like, my wall unit, but like, half of a wall, because it doesn't even stick out from the wall. Brad Crowell 13:10  Right. This just got a couple hooks in it. Lesley Logan 13:12  Because I don't know why you're considering these three, right? Like, it sounds like space might be a diff, like, what we're talking about. Brad Crowell 13:19  Well, maybe also cost. Lesley Logan 13:20  Yeah or it could be cost. Springboards can be expensive, you guys, like, they are almost the same price as my tower, my tower, because I bought the high mat with it, it's like $2,200 full price. So like a springboard is like $1,700 I'm you have to look at these things, and also, who knows, because of all the shits going on. So use my discount. We'll put our, we'll put our Balanced Body, Contrology discount in here. But here's the thing, it depends on what you need. So if you're someone who has a bit more asymmetries, and you're more building your connections up than a springboard, or I prefer my Controlology wall tower, to be honest, because it has the push through bar and it's away from the wall, so it actually provides you the opportunity to do monkey, which you need space behind the tower to do. And also there's some things you can hang off the poles for, like there's just stuff you can do that you can't do with a springboard. So I prefer that if you're using that that can be a great way to take your mat practice to the next level, reformer practice to the next level, and develop the connections you need to advance your practice. When you look at equipment, when the space, the surface space, gets smaller, the more advanced it gets. So the Wunda chair, if you look at the surface space of a Wunda chair, compared to a mat or reformer or Cadillac, springboard, would be using a mat. It's going to be a more advanced piece of equipment. It's going to challenge the connections you have. There's definitely a lot of uses for it to teach exercises that are more advanced on the reformer and mat. It's just inherently a bit more of an advanced piece of equipment. It requires strong balance and connections. Has a lot of great work for asymmetry connections, but it's not easy. It's definitely got a challenge I love I love it, and I think it's wonderful for home use. Also you can do like five, six exercises on. And jump off. It's not it's great. The spine corrector is a whole different modality. So if you were to get one, only one thing, I would say, if you have access to doing mat work or going to a studio for other stuff, get a spine corrector because there's very few spine corrector classes, and every single person who listens to this podcast should be on a spine corrector, every single person. There is a plethora of exercises on there, but there's two series on there that everyone can do almost daily without overworking themselves, and that is the arm series and the leg series. So I really love a spine corrector. I love the Contrology one, mostly. But if you have an arc, you can check and look at my videos. I have tips on how to do that. So I would just say, like it really depends on what your goals are, Laura, and then it's go from there, you'll pick but you could honestly have all three of these in the same space, because, like the spine corrector can hang on a wall, the Springboard's on a wall, the Wunda chair can be pushed up against someone when it's not in use, you could pull it all out. So that's you know. Get them all.Brad Crowell 16:01  If you want to know which Contrology spine corrector she's talking about, just go to opc.me/spinecorrector opc.me/spinecorrector, and you'll be able to find that over there. Yeah. So great question. Thanks for asking. If you have a question, just text us at 310-905-5534, or— Lesley Logan 16:16  Go ahead.Brad Crowell 16:16  You can submit it through, beitpod.com/questions where you can leave both a win and a question or one or the other. Lesley Logan 16:25  And you can also, anytime you want to buy anything from Balanced Body or Controlology, like, reach out for our affiliate link, because if you if you can get a discount, you should, and if you can't, well, I mean, there's reasons why you can't, but you can always just talk to me and we'll figure out if it works. But like, why not try? Doesn't hurt. Brad Crowell 16:42  Why not try? Love it. Yeah, stick around. We'll be right back. Brad Crowell 16:46  Welcome back. Let's dig into this convo you have with Shari Teigman. Shari is a dynamic performance coach and creative business strategist who empowers driven individuals to break free from conventional expectations and unleash the Maverick within. She specializes in guiding ambitious professionals and high achievers who are exhausted by the status quo and currently navigating life's major transitions such as midlife identity shifts and perimenopause. Using her bold, unconventional approach, she helps clients authentically unpack their emotional baggage, resolve internal contradictions and intentionally design lives guided by their own rules.Lesley Logan 17:27  We could have had her for three episodes like she's just phenomenal, has so much to share.Brad Crowell 17:33  I enjoy her transparency. I think it's really funny to me to listen to someone who is willing to be transparent so that people don't judge them. Because I know I do that, like, I build the caveat into the statement with what the things that I say. And I was listening to her do it, and I was like, and then she acknowledged that she was doing it. I was like, oh, that's really interesting. I get that.Lesley Logan 17:55  I also think that we both do it, and I've never acknowledged it. Sometimes I do. I'm like, I'm about to acknowledge, like, this is gonna sound hypocritical, but like, I don't know, like, I understand. Like, I like to say those things not to be judged. But like, so people know that I don't sit here on my pedestal like I've got it all together. You know? I think we all have to be human. Anyways, that's not what I loved. I loved, she said, in our lives, we walk around carrying everyone else's red shoes, pile of crap, and you walk around wheeling it with you, because you call it identity, you call it belonging. And she said, the first piece to finding yourself is to unpack. And I just, I was like, oh, that is like, what a visual, what a visual. We wheel this pile of crap around because we mistakenly call it our identity, belonging, culture, religion, family, like, all these things. And I've got a guest coming up that I've interviewed about, like, good daughtering And, like, I think especially the women listening to this can understand, like, you're like, taking on this stuff. Like, I have family members who are like, oh, do you want grandmas this and great grandparents this? It's like, oh my god, this is so much. I don't why do I have to be responsible for carrying on the legacy of this pot, you know, like that and it's not even, that's not even the emotional stuff. It's like, just like, but a visual of what things things are. And she said, this bag is filled with things that aren't yours, and so you have no room for new stuff. And that is like, so powerful. Like, if you're struggling to try new things, do new things, find yourself it's like, you can't, because I can't buy new a new coat. With this closet so full, I gotta get rid of some stuff, which is, which is the reason we're laughing is because we're packing, like, as we're recording this, we're packing for Europe. And I was like, it's gonna be so cold, and I love coats, and I can only bring one coat, and, like, buy another coat. I'm like, I don't need another coat. I have great coats. I can only take one. So you ultimately have to understand why you keep repacking the same thing in order to finally get a chance to make any real choices. So I love this because, like, I feel like some people think that they're self-sabotaging, or they're in the same spiral. It's like, Yeah, but you kept packing the same stuff, expecting a new result, you know. Brad Crowell 20:05  Or you're carrying around old shit. Lesley Logan 20:06  Yes, but, and you just keep repacking the old shit, and that's why you don't get anything new. Like, we had Brad Bisjack on, and I'm pretty sure it was in his episode we talked about, like, to get to the next level, you have to have a new backpack of stuff, you know. So anyways, like, I think there's some physical and mental unpacking a lot of us have to do if we want to be it till we see it. Brad Crowell 20:27  That's episode 589, if you're wondering. Brad Bizjack, it was a fantastic episode. Lesley Logan 20:32  I've stopped guessing, it's beyond. Brad Crowell 20:34  Yeah, it's all right, we're at 674, not 47.Lesley Logan 20:37  I wish I could have kept going, guys, it would have been like this thing, if you've been a longtime listener that like, wow, she keeps doing it. But now new listeners, I used to be like, I used to just get them right. This one, that one.Brad Crowell 20:49  Well, I really loved when she was talking about the next step after the red shoes, where she was talking about making space for new things, like the unpacking part of it. She said, in order for you to okay, hold on, how much joy do you actually want? How much joy do you want in your life? Lesley Logan 21:08  Okay, you're asking me? Brad Crowell 21:09  I'm asking you, how much joy do you want?Lesley Logan 21:11  Like, all the joy.Brad Crowell 21:12  All the joy, all the joy. I want all the joy. Do you want all the joy? Of course, why would we not say I want joy. I want happiness in my life? She said, equal to the level of joy and fulfillment and peace that you want in your life, you have to be willing to go as deep internally.Lesley Logan 21:29  Oh, I see yes.Brad Crowell 21:31  So if you want massive amounts of joy, you have to be willing to go massively deep into yourself. Right? And so she was talking about unpacking and letting go. And she said, you know, when she discovered some of the things, she said letting go of those things, it wasn't like an overnight thing. And she said it was actually she had, she to go through a grieving process when she was letting go of some of the things because, you know, you've, you've embraced this worldview for your entire life. Or you were, like someone hurt, you know, you were hurt in some way by someone or something or whatever, and or something failed, and it really, you know, scarred you. You know, she said, during the process of unpacking, it actually created a lot of grief. And she said, but if you don't do it, that emotion will sneak up on you and it will come back and bite you in the ass when you don't want it to. Lesley Logan 22:25  Right. You have to do it anyways. You're gonna have to do it. You may as well do it in a time when you're in control of it. Brad Crowell 22:30  Yeah. I mean, it's, it's part of the process of making space for something new. And she said, if we feel trapped, how we get out of that is we release, we go deeper in and then, and then we can come out the other side. So, you know, you, if you're feeling stuck right now, it has to be looking internally, and that's gonna be how (inaudible). Lesley Logan 22:49  All the work. Like, I don't want to do a little bit of work, just have a little bit of joy. That seems like an annoying amount of effort. I'd rather do a lot of work to have a lot of joy. Like that feels like I'm in it to win on that. Brad Crowell 22:58  100% well stick around we'll be right back. Lesley Logan 23:00  I want to go off on a tangent. Brad Crowell 23:01  Just get it, go up on a tangent. Lesley Logan 23:02  Okay, so, today, the day we're recording this, Margaret Margarita Margareta Magnusson died. She got people excited about or aware of something called the Swedish death cleaning. And the Swedish death cleaning is that you, you, it's a Scandinavian decluttering method that is about removing unnecessary items before you die, so that you're not leaving your fucking red shoes for someone else to back around. And the idea is, like, it's it's not supposed to be like, morbid. It's actually supposed to be like, you invite people over. They take that, you tell them the story about the things and the things that nobody wants, and you can, like, let go of and someone can take, so that when you pass, one, all those things are gone. And two, like, in your living days, tell people how important that was, or what that thing meant, or where the history of that thing was, so they can have it. And then when you pass, they don't have to clean up your crap.Brad Crowell 23:56  Yeah, it's Döstädning. I love it. That's actually brilliant. And as long as you're not guilt-tripping people into taking your shit, don't do that.Lesley Logan 24:05  Right. You know what? We all know who those people are in our lives, and we don't have to go so. Brad Crowell 24:08  Yeah, it's called Döstädning, and it, you know, as it works, as long as you're not guilt tripping people into taking your shit. But there's a book about it. It's called The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning.Lesley Logan 24:18  Do you think if I send that to my mom, it would be considered passive aggressive or just aggressive?Brad Crowell 24:26  Well, I mean, wait, that she should be doing this? Lesley Logan 24:30  I think that I. Brad Crowell 24:31  Well, but that means that we have to go, like, everyone goes to the place and there's like a ceremony. Lesley Logan 24:36  Other people go, I've already, don't I already already took what I need, but she should do it for other people.Brad Crowell 24:41  Yeah, no. I mean, I think this is wise. I think this, this is more of a process of actually the telling of the story and the stuff gives things meaning. Right. And so my grandfather didn't quite do it this way, but he while he was alive, he let the kids my my parent, my dad. And his siblings go through everything and get rid of it. So by the time, you know, when he did pass away, eventually, you know, the cleanup of his estate was like, it was done immediately. Everything was already ready to go. So I saw that, and that was, like, really helpful. But not gonna lie, even with being diligent, it took my parents years, years, even being diligent, right? Lesley Logan 25:24  And I, he didn't do it. But I do feel like the things, some of the things we took, we got the history of it through the family members, but like, I just, this is just on the tangent of like, sharing, like, in the physical and emotional space, of like, what can we do for the people around us so that they don't feel this need to carry on? Because I do think some of the listeners, like, I have family members who, like, won't let go of stuff, because, like, that was my like, I feel I've even heard your friend go, that's great grandpa's stuff. And it's like, holy shit. We are going to need bigger homes, not just like, physically, but. Brad Crowell 25:54  Like, we're making our own museums.Lesley Logan 25:56  Mentally, because, like, you, you it's hard. It's just anyways, we all want to be better people want to have joy in sometimes we're don't. We don't have that because we got a bunch of other people's stuff in the way. That's all. Anyways, it's just another way of thinking about it.Brad Crowell 26:08  Wait one, one less way to be trapped. Yeah, because, because trapped now, now I'm see because trapped is two things. You can be trapped by keeping the stuff yourself. You can also be trapped if someone dies and leaves you a bunch of shit you got to deal with. So, right? You know, like, it's, it's definitely challenging so.Lesley Logan 26:25  And it's, and when they, and if they do those red shoes she's talking about, I'm just thinking about like, when people die suddenly, or they die and there's unanswered emotional like problems and stuff like, you then feel like you have to protect the red shoes. And so I just think that there's some things we could be doing as we be it until we see it, as we change our lives, become better than the people like we once were to get 1% better, whatever those things are. How can we be making it so that the people around us don't carry our fucking red shoes? I don't want anyone carrying I mean, you might like them, but I don't want anyone have it feel like they have to. Brad Crowell 26:54  All right. Well, stick around. We'll be right back. We're gonna dig into those Be It Action Items with Shari Teigman. Brad Crowell 27:01  Welcome back. All right, let's talk about the Be It Action Items that you have with your convo with Shari Teigman. What bold, executable, intrinsic or targeted action items can we take away? She said, when it comes to being trapped and going deeper and trying to figure that out, how do we do that? She said, however, you need to. Punch it out. Punch a pillow. Cry in a pillow, write it out, burn it out, whatever your ritual needs to be, dance it out. Bang it out. She explains that we have to tell the truth to ourselves. We cannot pretend that like only having the highlight reel and then that that's okay and it's gonna allow us to feel like a human, because otherwise it will still sneak up on you, right? If we don't allow emotion, the emotion will sneak up on you when you don't want it. And she said, emotion is just emotion. It's not good or bad. Lesley Logan 27:44  This goes back to Dr. Bender, like her second interview. She's like, we always are trying to figure out the reason why we feel an emotion. But she's like, just let it go by. Sometimes it's just emotion your body wants to feel. It has nothing to do with what you're thinking about right now. Brad Crowell 27:55  Yeah, she said she views this active emotional release as essential. Basically, she said, I'm going to grieve, because it's part of my process of making space for something new. So, yeah, I thought that was great. I mean, I think especially acknowledging that emotion is just emotion. It's not good or bad. Don't judge yourself, you know. I mean, don't maybe don't break a window. But, like, you know, if you have to be loud, be loud. It's okay. Lesley Logan 28:21  When I leave breath work for the Agency members, I'm like, you could laugh, you could cry, you could do you could want to, like, scream into a pillow. You could need to get up and dance. You can need to shake your hands like you don't need to figure out why you need to do that. Just do the thing because it doesn't like, it's just, we're we're trying to release what's inside you. We don't have to figure out why we need to release what's inside you. Just let it go. Okay. Brad Crowell 28:39  Yeah. What about you? Lesley Logan 28:40  So many good so many good things. But this is brilliant. She said, clean up the internal contradictions, which, by the way, as an ADHD person, this is like, I'm a walking internal contradiction. But if you don't understand, I like people, I want to be away from them. She's, she's like, you're, she said, if you're saying, you want to have a bigger life, but you keep making micro choices. You're lying to your nervous system, because you're answering the old version of yourself like you're not actually doing the work you're not doing the be it till you see it. This is basically what you're doing. So she said, the identity you want for the life you you want is going to require align actions to that. So what you want, you have to make align actions for that. It sounds common sensical, but look at the internal contradictions you're doing. What are you doing that's not necessarily aligned? So she advises to choose your actions intentionally instead of making excuses. And I think this is, you know, really important. I remember, like trying to figure out, like, an excuse for why I was late for things or not able to do stuff. And honestly, it's so much easier to go I just didn't do it. I screwed up, like, instead of I think it's a lot easier, and you can just move on and go from there. So I agree with that. And then she said, once you clean all this up, the questions you ask will become much more clear and much more honest, and then you'll get those like, answers that align with that. So she this is just such a good episode. You have to listen to the whole thing. So if you haven't, got to go listen to it, because we cannot do Shari Teigman the way Shari Teigman does Shari Teigman. You got to listen to her. And she does have a journal coming out, The Maverick Way: A Field Guide to Coming Undone on Purpose. And you can go follow her on Instagram. We have all that in there. Shari Teigman. So anyways, I love it. I'm Lesley Logan. Brad Crowell 30:18  And I'm Brad Crowell. Lesley Logan 30:19  Hey, go listen to the episode. Share it with a girlfriend who needs to hear it. Share it with a friend who's carrying around someone else's red shoes. And maybe that becomes the thing like, sounds like you got some red shoes of somebody's, I don't know, share it with a friend, because this is how the podcast continues to grow. Gets even better guests. Brad Crowell 30:35  Even better. Lesley Logan 30:35  I'm so excited for where we're growing, and the people that we've been able to get on. The lineup that you've got coming up is some really fun, amazing things. So go, Be It Till You See It. Brad Crowell 30:44  Bye for now. Lesley Logan 30:45  That's all I got for this episode of the Be It Till You See It Podcast. One thing that would help both myself and future listeners is for you to rate the show and leave a review and follow or subscribe for free wherever you listen to your podcast. Also, make sure to introduce yourself over at the Be It Pod on Instagram. I would love to know more about you. Share this episode with whoever you think needs to hear it. Help us and others Be It Till You See It. Have an awesome day. Be It Till You See It is a production of The Bloom Podcast Network. If you want to leave us a message or a question that we might read on another episode, you can text us at +1-310-905-5534 or send a DM on Instagram @BeItPod.Brad Crowell 31:27  It's written, filmed, and recorded by your host, Lesley Logan, and me, Brad Crowell.Lesley Logan 31:32  It is transcribed, produced and edited by the epic team at Disenyo.co.Brad Crowell 31:37  Our theme music is by Ali at Apex Production Music and our branding by designer and artist, Gianfranco Cioffi.Lesley Logan 31:44  Special thanks to Melissa Solomon for creating our visuals.Brad Crowell 31:47  Also to Angelina Herico for adding all of our content to our website. And finally to Meridith Root for keeping us all on point and on time.Brad Crowell 32:00  Hi, okey doke. Episode 647. Lesley Logan 32:06  Wait. Say that again. Brad Crowell 32:09  Episode 647 Lesley Logan 32:10  Say it one more time. Brad Crowell 32:12  Episode 647Lesley Logan 32:13  674 Brad Crowell 32:16  Episode 674 Lesley Logan 32:18  Whoa, dyslexic. Hey, keepsake. How about keepsake on that one. Lesley Logan 32:24  Episode 674, Shari Teigman. Lesley Logan 32:27  Just so we are all clear, because I need evidence and receipts. My husband, two days in a row has just that dyslexic marking these dates down.Brad Crowell 32:36  Any fucking way. Let's move on. All right. 674, Shari Teigman. Bayon, thank you. Please don't bark. Brad Crowell 32:45  Stan Kenton wrote, wrote something called the wow. My my middle school no high school jazz band. My high school jazz band actually played from start to finish, pausing. Welcome back.Lesley Logan 33:06  I'm here. Brad Crowell 33:07  Welcome back. Lesley Logan 33:08  So Walpurgis, night. Brad Crowell 33:10  Walpurgis. Lesley Logan 33:11  Walpurgis. Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

In dieser Folge besucht die Brockenbande die HEX Erlebniswelt in Roteshütte bei Ellrich, die es seit dem 1. Oktober 2025 gibt.Die Erlebniswelt dreht sich rund um Hexen und Magie, weil sie mitten im Harz liegt und man von dort sogar den Brocken sehen kann – da gehören Hexen einfach dazu. Besonders beeindruckend ist der weltgrößte Hexenbesen-Turm, der über 70 Meter hoch ist und zwei Rutschen bietet, darunter die erste interaktive Rutsche Europas mit 100 Metern Länge. Außerdem gibt es eine magische Ausstellung, in der Kinder einen Hexenbesen steuern oder einen Zaubertrank brauen können.Wer eine Pause braucht, darf später wieder hineingehen und weiter rutschen, sodass man hier problemlos einen ganzen Tag voller Abenteuer verbringen kann. Die HEX Erlebniswelt findet ihr direkt an der B4 in Roteshütte bei Ellrich.

In this episode, Justin is joined by writers Ethan Sabatella, M. Stern, and Matthew Pungitore as they discuss their stories in the upcoming DMR Books anthology Walpurgis Witcheries, finding one's voice as a writer, Sword and Sorcery Vs. High Fantasy, and more!More information about the individual writers is available below.Ethan Sabatella Substack: https://substack.com/@swordsloreM. Stern official website: https://msternauthor.com/Matthew Pungitore blog: https://matthewpungitore.wordpress.com/DMR Books official website: https://dmrbooks.com/Intro and outro theme created by Wyrm. Support Wyrm by visiting the Serpents Sword Records bandcamp page (linked below):https://serpentsswordrecords.bandcamp.com/Monsters, Madness and Magic Official Website. Monsters, Madness and Magic on Linktree.Monsters, Madness and Magic on Instagram.Monsters, Madness and Magic on Facebook.Monsters, Madness and Magic on Twitter.

CF 462 - Walpurgis Hint

Bram Stoker (1847-1912) fue un escritor irlandés, universalmente conocido por Drácula, una de las obras capitales del terror gótico. Maestro de la atmósfera, del presagio y de la amenaza apenas insinuada, construyó relatos donde lo sobrenatural, el miedo psicológico y la oscuridad de lo desconocido avanzan siempre con elegancia y desasosiego. Sinopsis En este nuevo episodio de Páginas Oscuras, nos adentramos en El huésped de Drácula, de Bram Stoker. Un viaje por los alrededores de Múnich, una advertencia desoída, la Noche de Walpurgis y un paisaje cada vez más hostil bastan para arrastrarnos a un relato breve, intenso y cargado de presagios. Con una atmósfera gótica, helada y profundamente sugestiva, Stoker compone una historia en la que el horror nace tanto de lo que aparece como de lo que apenas se insinúa. Un clásico oscuro y envolvente donde la superstición, la muerte y lo inexplicable avanzan bajo la nieve. Músicas y atmósferas utilizadas en este episodio: “Labyrinth” — Lennon Hutton “The Cursed Path of Everlasting Loneliness” — Polar Nights “Drone of Tension” — Elm Lake Efectos de sonido y ambientes (SFX): “Weather, Thunder, Distant, Rumble, Light Rain, Wind 01” “Weather, Storm, Downpouring Rain, Thunder, Constant 01” “Doors, Creak, Dungeon, Horror, Low Pitched, Multiple, Large Reverb” “Creatures, Humanoid, Werewolf, Wolf, Howling, Distant” Fuente de músicas y efectos: Epidemic Sound. Nota: Este audio no se realiza con fines comerciales ni lucrativos. Es de difusión enteramente gratuita e intenta dar a conocer tanto a los escritores de los relatos y cuentos como a los autores de las músicas. ¿Quieres anunciarte en este podcast? Hazlo con advoices.com/podcast/ivoox/352537 Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

Miguel Ángel Lamata, director de cine, y el actor Eduardo Noriega, nos introducen en su nueva película "La ahorcada", una historia llena de enigmas y terrores.Nuestro compañero, Álvaro Martín nos invita a celebrar la noche de Walpurgis.Juan Gómez nos ofrece el caso de La Dama del hotel.Escuchar audio

En nuestra sección #Retromisterio viajamos al corazón de Italia para conocer la figura de Marcello Bacci, pionero de la transcomunicación instrumental, capaz según cientos de testigos de conversar en tiempo real con voces del Más Allá a través de radios antiguas. Junto al divulgador Raúl López escucharemos sus resultados más sorprendentes, analizamos su metodología, y trataremos de responder a la eterna pregunta: ¿nos permitirá algún día la tecnología conversar con los fallecidos? ‍♀️Además, este año el folk horror llega a Madrid y seremos los primeros en contártelo. Se acerca una de las fechas más inquietantes del calendario, la Noche de Walpurgis, y junto al periodista Álvaro Martín vamos a desenterrar el origen de esta celebración ancestral ligada a cultos paganos, seres elementales y fuerzas de la naturaleza. Déjate seducir por el llamado “Halloween de primavera” y descubre el eco que esta festividad conserva en nuestros días. Más info: https://rutasmisteriosas.es/reservar/noche-walpurgis-madrid/ Dirigido y presentado por Juanca Romero (www.angulo13.com), con locuciones de Verónica Cano 'Casas encantadas', el libro de Rutas Misteriosas: https://rutasmisteriosas.es/libro/ Una producción de Rutas Misteriosas®. Busca las experiencias que puedes vivir en tu ciudad en https://rutasmisteriosas.es/

Hamit Bozarslan vous présente son ouvrage "Walpurgis : les révolutions de droite : 1871-1945" aux éditions Passés composés. Entretien avec Olivier Baisez.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

The Year of Naschy continues! This time we'll be talking about the 1971 film The Werewolf vs the Vampire Woman aka La Noche de Walpurgis. I'm joined this episode by the Terrible Aussie himself Bede from Bede vs The Living Dead, The Tubi Tuesdays podcast and many others. Hope you enjoy this look not only into the next chapter of the Waldemar Daninsky franchise but this small piece of the long career of Jacinto Molina aka Paul Naschy. Thanks for listening!Follow Bedehttps://bsky.app/profile/bedejermyn.bsky.socialhttps://letterboxd.com/bedejermyn/https://supermarcey.com/Join me at the Esquire theater on the 3rd Friday of the month for Frightful Fridays! ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.esquiretheatre.com/Follow me ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://letterboxd.com/OldManBrad/https://linktr.ee/oldmanbradBecome a patron for even more content! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/OldManBradSupport me on Kofihttps://ko-fi.com/oldmanbradA huge thank your to the patrons of Old Man Brad: Gerald Morris, Dustin Elkins, Nerdrovert, Chris Yeany, Brett Parker, KaraMusic:Ghoul by Carl Kasey @ White Bat Audio

https://m.ebay.co.uk/sch/i.html?sid=tindogpodcast&_pgn=1&isRefine=true&_trksid=p4429486.m3561.l49496 Dare you step into the shadows? Terror awaits across time and space. Silent assassins, primordial evils and horrors that defy imagination – the Doctor's universe has never been more terrifying. 1. Sea Smoke by Jonathan Sims - A First Doctor and Dodo adventure The First Doctor and Dodo arrive on the Scottish isle of Ulfsay during the height of the 19th-century boom in kelp burning. They quickly realise something is wrong as the smoke from the latest batch of 'kelp' begins to cause horrific transformations on the island. 2. Party Favours by Georgia Cook - A Kate Stewart and Osgood adventure All Bev wants to do is host her yearly Halloween party and heal her fractured relationship with her girlfriend, Annika. Unfortunately, her reclusive upstairs neighbours have been invited to the festivities, and all they want to do is feast. 3. Bramble King by Noga Flaishon - An Eighth Doctor and Audacity adventure The Doctor and Audacity encounter a strange vision which leads them to Walpurgis-9, a cargo ship drifting powerless through space. In their attempt to assist the ship's crew, they become entangled in their secrets and encounter the malevolent entity known as 'The Bramble King'. 4. Merlin's Trap by Hannah Kennedy - A Twelfth Doctor adventure When Lainey leads an expedition into the ancient Merlin's Cave System, the group is warned by Merlin's ghostly voice to explore no further. As Lainey and her team push deeper into the mysterious cave, they encounter things far beyond their comprehension, including Merlin himself. **THIS TITLE IS NOW OUT OF STOCK ON CD**

Black Sabbath has us Paranoid as we review their sophomore album this week! After Ozzy Osbourne, Geezer Butler, and company literally invented the genre of heavy metal with their debut they knew they needed to push the envelope to further define and refine their style with the next release. With just three days of studio time and hits like War Pigs and Iron Man in their arsenal, find out if Paranoid ranks among the greats... or if it gets an Electric Funeral.James & Connor explore the record's origins as Walpurgis, talk about the Prince Of Darkness' life and legacy, and dive into the recording techniques used to make Paranoid stand out-- from floaty flutes to metal fan blades. Connor the Concept King tries to imagine the Iron Man story woven into the MCU, and The Mixtaper is bringing us facts of the band's unbelievable antics (emphasis on the ANT). We'll talk about mysterious aerosol poisons, exploding fish, and Michael Bolton's branching career path during Fact Or Spin. Can Black Sabbath make this a Mixtober to remember? We've got one more Mixtober week in store, so make sure to subscribe and follow for more! This album has the band's highest concentration of hits... but is it Black Sabbath's best? Let us know your thoughts in the comments or on socials!Keep Spinning at www.SpinItPod.com!Thanks for listening!0:00 Intro2:13 About Black Sabbath10:32 About Paranoid18:48 Back To The Beginning Reunion Show19:44 Awards & Accolades20:10 Fact Or Spin21:30 They Almost Had A Wildly Different Lead Singer26:02 Ozzy Snorted A Line Of Live Ants31:10 Ozzy Accidentally Poisoned His Drummer34:54 Richard Branson's Fish Had A Bad Christmas43:20 Album Art45:11 War Pigs/Luke's Wall48:49 Paranoid51:43 Planet Caravan54:33 Iron Man58:43 Electric Funeral1:01:13 Hand Of Doom1:03:40 Rat Salad1:05:27 Jack The Stripper / Fairies Wear Boots1:07:53 Final Spin Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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What if the Boy Who Lived never settled down, never married Ginny, and never stepped onto Platform 9¾ for that bittersweet epilogue?In Wind Shear , Harry Potter—older, harder, and very much off-script—slams straight into 1970 London, orders a Firewhisky in a Muggle pub, and accidentally collides with Bellatrix Black and the rising Knights of Walpurgis. One “sharp and sudden change” later, the future of the wizarding world is up for grabs.

What if the Boy Who Lived never settled down, never married Ginny, and never stepped onto Platform 9¾ for that bittersweet epilogue?In Wind Shear – Part 1, Harry Potter—older, harder, and very much off-script—slams straight into 1970 London, orders a Firewhisky in a Muggle pub, and accidentally collides with Bellatrix Black and the rising Knights of Walpurgis. One “sharp and sudden change” later, the future of the wizarding world is up for grabs.

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Walpurgis Night: Guardians of the Ancestors' Legacy Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2025-05-07-22-34-02-sv Story Transcript:Sv: I vinden på Gotlands kullar stod Astrid.En: In the wind on the hills of Gotland stood Astrid.Sv: Hon blickade ut över den urgamla stencirkeln, där stenarna, slitna av tidens tand, reste sig mot himlen.En: She gazed out over the ancient circle of stones, where the stones, worn by the passage of time, rose toward the sky.Sv: De var väktare av forntida riter, och denna Valborgsmässoafton var inget undantag.En: They were guardians of ancient rites, and this Walpurgis Night was no exception.Sv: Runt omkring henne samlades människor i sina ceremonikläder.En: Around her, people gathered in their ceremonial clothing.Sv: De hade rest långt för att hylla sina förfäders traditioner.En: They had traveled far to honor the traditions of their ancestors.Sv: Björn och Lena stod bredvid henne, deras ansikten belysta av eldens fladdrande ljus.En: Björn and Lena stood beside her, their faces illuminated by the flickering firelight.Sv: Det var något magiskt i luften, men mörka moln började svepa in från horisonten.En: There was something magical in the air, but dark clouds began to sweep in from the horizon.Sv: Astrid kände den första droppen regn på sin kind.En: Astrid felt the first drop of rain on her cheek.Sv: Hon tittade upp mot himlen och såg blixtar som dansade i fjärran.En: She looked up at the sky and saw lightning dancing in the distance.Sv: "Stormen kommer," viskade Björn oroligt.En: "The storm is coming," Björn whispered worriedly.Sv: Men Astrid, driven av sin kärlek till traditionen, ville inte ge upp.En: But Astrid, driven by her love for tradition, did not want to give up.Sv: "Vi måste fortsätta," sa hon med fast röst.En: "We must continue," she said with a firm voice.Sv: "För våra förfäder."En: "For our ancestors."Sv: Några deltagare började tveka.En: Some participants began to hesitate.Sv: De muttrade om att söka skydd, men Astrids ord gav dem mod.En: They murmured about seeking shelter, but Astrid's words gave them courage.Sv: Hon vände sig mot de uråldriga stenar och kände deras styrka.En: She turned towards the ancient stones and felt their strength.Sv: Hon trodde starkt att andarna skulle vaka över dem.En: She strongly believed that the spirits would watch over them.Sv: Som stormen närmade sig, höjdes vinden.En: As the storm approached, the wind rose.Sv: Det gick kalla kårar genom gruppen, men Astrid höjde sina armar mot himlen och började tala.En: Chills went through the group, but Astrid raised her arms toward the sky and began to speak.Sv: Hennes röst överröstade åskans dån.En: Her voice drowned out the roar of the thunder.Sv: Hon bad till andarna om styrka, om skydd och om tro.En: She prayed to the spirits for strength, for protection, and for faith.Sv: Plötsligt, precis när ovädret nådde sitt crescendo, hände något märkligt.En: Suddenly, just as the storm reached its crescendo, something strange happened.Sv: Vinden stillnade, och regnets larm upphörde.En: The wind calmed, and the clattering of the rain ceased.Sv: Himlen klarnade, och stjärnor började skina ned över stencirkeln.En: The sky cleared, and stars began to shine down on the circle of stones.Sv: Det var som om förfädernas ande hade svarat hennes bön.En: It was as if the spirit of the ancestors had answered her prayer.Sv: Deltagarna stod i förundran.En: The participants stood in awe.Sv: De fortsatte ceremonin under nattens lugn.En: They continued the ceremony under the calm of the night.Sv: Deras tro var återupplivad, deras band till det förflutna starkare än någonsin.En: Their faith was renewed, their connection to the past stronger than ever.Sv: När natten närmade sig sitt slut, blickade Astrid upp mot stjärnorna.En: As the night neared its end, Astrid looked up at the stars.Sv: Hennes hjärta fylldes med insikten att traditionens styrka inte bara låg i de uråldriga stenarna, utan i människorna som samlades kring dem.En: Her heart filled with the realization that the strength of tradition lay not only in the ancient stones but in the people gathered around them.Sv: Hon kände en djupare förståelse för sitt uppdrag och en nyfunnen säkerhet i sin roll som kulturens väktare.En: She felt a deeper understanding of her mission and a newfound confidence in her role as a guardian of culture. Vocabulary Words:gazed: blickadeancient: urgamlarites: riterceremonial: ceremonikläderilluminated: belystaflickering: fladdrandemurmured: muttradehesitate: tvekashelter: skyddguardian: väktarestrength: styrkaroar: dånthunder: åskaprayed: badprotection: skyddcrescendo: crescendoceased: upphördeawe: förundranrenewed: återupplivadrealization: insiktconfidence: säkerhettradition: traditionmission: uppdragancestor: förfäderdark clouds: mörka molnsweep: svepadistance: fjärranfaith: trospirits: andarnaglance: blick

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Morse code transcription: vvv vvv Uppsala shooting Swedes react to horror amid Walpurgis festival Five men arrested on suspicion of terrorism offences, Met police says Fourteen children arrested over Gateshead boys fire death Labour minister sorry over grooming gangs dog whistle remark How Canadas Mark Carney plans to win over Donald Trump Trump criticised after posting AI image of himself as Pope Reform considers legal challenges against asylum hotels Parking chaos and poo The price of Mam Tors popularity Europe marks VE Day with Trump on its mind Katy Perry From Blue Origin flight to cringe dance moves the online backlash against her

Morse code transcription: vvv vvv Europe marks VE Day with Trump on its mind Five men arrested on suspicion of terrorism offences, Met police says Fourteen children arrested over Gateshead boys fire death Katy Perry From Blue Origin flight to cringe dance moves the online backlash against her Labour minister sorry over grooming gangs dog whistle remark Parking chaos and poo The price of Mam Tors popularity Trump criticised after posting AI image of himself as Pope How Canadas Mark Carney plans to win over Donald Trump Uppsala shooting Swedes react to horror amid Walpurgis festival Reform considers legal challenges against asylum hotels

Fluent Fiction - Swedish: Rekindling Memories in Gamla Stan: A Walpurgis Night Adventure Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/sv/episode/2025-05-01-22-34-01-sv Story Transcript:Sv: Vårluften var ljum och fylld av löften om förändring i Gamla Stan.En: The spring air was mild and filled with promises of change in Gamla Stan.Sv: Elin promenerade på de kullerstensbeklädda gatorna, omgiven av färgglada byggnader som stolt bar århundraden av historia.En: Elin strolled along the cobblestone-paved streets, surrounded by colorful buildings that proudly bore centuries of history.Sv: Hon kände sig nästan borttappad i sin egen stad, men samtidigt hemma i varje steg hon tog.En: She felt almost lost in her own city, yet at the same time at home with every step she took.Sv: Denna plats var alltid speciell för henne, speciellt när Walpurgis Night närmade sig.En: This place was always special to her, especially as Walpurgis Night approached.Sv: Elin hade ett mål med sitt besök.En: Elin had a purpose for her visit.Sv: Hon sökte efter något som skulle kunna fånga själen av de varma braskvällarna hon delade med sin mormor.En: She was searching for something that could capture the essence of the warm evenings by the fire she shared with her grandmother.Sv: Hennes mormor älskade att fira Valborg, en tid för att välkomna våren med sång och glädje.En: Her grandmother loved celebrating Valborg, a time to welcome spring with song and joy.Sv: Elin önskade hitta en gåva som kunde återspegla dessa minnen.En: Elin wished to find a gift that could reflect those memories.Sv: Hon stannade till framför en liten butik med ett handmålat skyltfönster.En: She paused in front of a small shop with a hand-painted display window.Sv: Namnskylten över dörren läste "Sannas skatter".En: The nameplate above the door read "Sannas skatter".Sv: Något inom Elin sa att hon skulle gå in, trots att affären såg ut som om den inte hade vad hon sökte.En: Something inside Elin told her to go in, even though the shop looked like it might not have what she was searching for.Sv: Inne i butiken var doften av lavendel och trärök varm och välkomnande.En: Inside the shop, the scent of lavender and wood smoke was warm and welcoming.Sv: Sanna, en medelålders kvinna med ett vänligt leende, hälsade Elin när hon steg in.En: Sanna, a middle-aged woman with a friendly smile, greeted Elin as she entered.Sv: Det visade sig att Sanna kände till Elins mormor och kom ihåg alla de små smycken de brukade prata om.En: It turned out that Sanna knew Elin's grandmother and remembered all the little trinkets they used to talk about.Sv: Butiken var levande med gamla ting och sarisfyllda ting, allt verkade bära på sin egen historia.En: The shop was alive with old things and relics filled with stories, everything seemed to carry its own history.Sv: Medan Elin gick runt och insåg hur mycket hon faktiskt idealiserat sitt förflutna, stannade hon upp och hörde ljudet av en fiol.En: As Elin walked around and realized how much she had idealized her past, she paused and heard the sound of a violin.Sv: Melodin var bekant och fyllde bröstet med en känsla av nostalgisk glädje.En: The melody was familiar and filled her chest with a sense of nostalgic joy.Sv: Där stod Johan, spelandes för förbigående kunder.En: There stood Johan, playing for passing customers.Sv: Hans ansikte sken upp i överraskning när han såg henne.En: His face lit up in surprise when he saw her.Sv: "Elin?"En: "Elin?"Sv: sa han och avslutade melodin.En: he said, finishing the melody.Sv: "Johan!"En: "Johan!"Sv: utbrast Elin, och alla hennes bitterljuva minnen kändes plötsligt värmande och fulla av liv.En: Elin exclaimed, and all her bittersweet memories suddenly felt warming and full of life.Sv: De två barndomsvännerna förenades i Sannas lilla butik, där tiden verkade stanna upp.En: The two childhood friends reunited in Sanna's little shop, where time seemed to stand still.Sv: Elin fann ett litet, handgjort smycke, en amulett formad som en blomma som hennes mormor brukade plocka.En: Elin found a small, handmade piece of jewelry, an amulet shaped like a flower that her grandmother used to pick.Sv: Smycket fångade allt hon önskade bevara om sina minnen.En: The jewelry captured everything she wished to preserve about her memories.Sv: Hon köpte det, övertygad om att hon hade hittat det hon sökte, tack vare en rad små tillfälligheter.En: She bought it, convinced that she had found what she was looking for, thanks to a series of small coincidences.Sv: Med Elin vid sin sida gick Johan sedan för att se Valborgsmässoeldarna tändas.En: With Elin by his side, Johan then went to see the Valborg bonfires being lit.Sv: De skrattade och delade historier om hur deras liv hade utvecklats sedan de senast sågs.En: They laughed and shared stories about how their lives had developed since they last met.Sv: Eldens flammor dansade i natten medan de båda förstod att framtiden var lika lysande som deras förflutna.En: The flames of the fire danced in the night while they both understood that the future was as bright as their past.Sv: I takt med att natten bar vidare, insåg Elin att minnen har en plats, men det är i nuet hon måste leva.En: As the night wore on, Elin realized that memories have a place, but it's in the present that she must live.Sv: Med Johan nära, kände hon sig redo att omfamna nya möjligheter och vänskaper.En: With Johan near, she felt ready to embrace new opportunities and friendships.Sv: Våren hade verkligen kommit till Gamla Stan och med det, en ny början för Elin.En: Spring had truly come to Gamla Stan and with it, a new beginning for Elin. 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Many celebrate April 30 as “Halfway to Halloween,” but Walpurgis Night is more than just spooky fun — it's a night when witches rise, saints blur into goddesses, and ancient fires still burn.Download The FREE PDF For This Episode's WORD SEARCH Puzzle: https://weirddarkness.com/WalpurgisNight Get the Darkness Syndicate version of #WeirdDarkness: https://weirddarkness.com/syndicateDISCLAIMER: Ads heard during the podcast that are not in my voice are placed by third party agencies outside of my control and should not imply an endorsement by Weird Darkness or myself. *** Stories and content in Weird Darkness can be disturbing for some listeners and intended for mature audiences only. Parental discretion is strongly advised.IN THIS EPISODE: “Walpurgis Night was when, according to the belief of millions of people, the devil was abroad—when the graves were opened and the dead came forth and walked. When all evil things of earth and air and water held revel.” – Bram Stoker, from “Dracula's Guest”. Walpurgis Night is something most English-speaking listeners won't know about – but it's being celebrated at this precise moment. While others are currently celebrating “Halfway to Halloween” or “Half-o-ween” for short… in Germany, they're celebrating a second Halloween which they call Walpurgisnacht – or “Walpurgis Night.” Plus, later in the show I'll share a story that was intended specifically to be read on Walpurgis Night – it's called “The Black Bargain” from PJ Hodge!CHAPTERS & TIME STAMPS (All Times Approximate and Only Accurate For the Commercial Version)…00:00:00.000 = Show Open00:01:37.995 = Happy Walpurgisnacht, Everyone00:34:34.458 = The Black Bargain (a Fictional Story To Be Told on Walpurgis Night)00:48:10.168 = Show CloseSOURCES AND RESOURCES FROM THE EPISODE…“Happy Walpurgisnacht, Everyone!” by Todd at GothicHorrorStories.com: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/a8svp23c“The Black Bargain” by PJ Hodge, posted at FreakyFolkTales.com: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/j49bd4=====(Over time links seen above may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. I always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use whenever possible. If I somehow overlooked doing so for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I will rectify it in these show notes immediately. Some links included above may benefit me financially through qualifying purchases.)= = = = ="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46= = = = =WeirdDarkness® is a registered trademark. Copyright ©2025, Weird Darkness.=====Originally aired: April 30, 2021EPISODE PAGE at WeirdDarkness.com (includes list of sources): https://weirddarkness.com/WalpurgisNightTAGS: Walpurgis Night, Walpurgisnacht, Hexennacht, Halfway to Halloween, pagan holidays, witchcraft history, Beltane, spring festivals, Saint Walburga, Brocken Mountain, German folklore, witches Sabbath, European paganism, Celtic traditions, May Day, Beltane vs Walpurgis, Valborg Sweden, Vappu Finland, Volbriöö Estonia, burning of the witches, Walpurgis bonfires, supernatural festivals, ancient rituals, spooky folklore, Weird Darkness, pagan saints, fertility festivals, Gothic folklore, Blocksberg witches, eerie European traditions, Walpurgis legends

Die Walpurgisnacht zieht allerlei Geisterwesen auf den Blocksberg, so sagt der Volksglaube. Auch für den Autor Wolfgang Knape hat der Brocken eine magische Anziehungskraft. Sein Feature erzählt vom höchsten Berg im Harz.

Im Harz gehört diese Feier genauso zum Jahr dazu wie Weihnachten und Ostern: Walpurgis steht vor der Tür! Mittwoch feiern große und kleine Hexen und Teufel im Harz – auch in vielen Orten im Landkreis Göttingen. Warum Walpurgis gefeiert wird und wie das Programm in verschiedenen Orten in diesem Jahr aussieht, hören wir jetzt. Annika Quentin hat darüber mit Andreas Lehmberg gesprochen. Er ist der stellvertretende Geschäftsführer des Harzer Tourismus-Verbandes und einer der ...

Two friends and academics recap classic literature and take it off its pedestal.This season, we are only looking at banned and controversial texts. In our sixty-fourth episode and Valentine's Day special, we spent some sexy time with Gustave Flaubert's adulteress, Madame Bovary (1856), which was immediately banned for offenses against morality under the conservative rule of Napoleon III. We also play 'Spot the "Big F*ck"', develop the hashtag #NotAllNuns, and watch a character go through a C19th French version of It's Always Sunny's 'The D.E.N.N.I.S. System'.Cover art © Catherine Wu.Episode Theme: Charles Gounod, 'La nuit de Walpurgis' (Act V), Faust (1859), Performed by the Philharmonia Orchestra Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We continue on with our Stoner Doom Metal Week here at The Mighty Decibel with a specially curated playlist of harrowing doom. Join The Mighty Decibel for our specially curated look (listen?) at the best in stoner doom metal for the year (along with some death doom, psych and sludge). Listen along and have all your hopes and dreams, along with your skull, crushed! We're all doomed!!! Side 1 (0:00) "High Noon in Sword City": 10,000 YEARS - All Quiet on the Final Frontier (3:48) "The Black Lake": GRAND MAGUS - Sunraven (9:20) "Winter Sun": TYPHUZZ - Typhuzz (12:10) "Let Them Burn": BOTTOMLESS - The Banishing (16:48) "Fallen Angel": LUCIFER - V (19:57) "Inquisitor": ODA - Bloodstained Side 2 (25:36) "Countess Hell": LUST RITUAL - Forbidden Rites (31:26) "Walpurgis": EARLY MOODS - A Sinners Past (36:43) "Sold My Soul To Satan": ANCIENT VVISDOM - Master of the Stone (40:45) "Burning World": THE WATCHER - Out of the Dark (44:31) "Independent Terror": DEAF LIZARD - The Last Odyssey

Walpurgis Night, celebrated on April 30, is a traditional spring festival in Central and Northern Europe, especially in Germany, Sweden, Finland, and the Czech Republic. Its origins are rooted in ancient pagan traditions that marked the arrival of spring and were associated with rituals to ward off evil spirits. The night was believed to be … Continue reading Episode 427: A History of Walpurgis Night

There appears to have been a Walpurgis sacrifice in Ukraine with the dead bodies of Russian soldiers arranged in a Z shape and placed within a circle along with black magic symbols or sigils spray painted on buildings. It is quite chilling how these blood rituals during wartime can be hidden until they are said to be war crimes and the propaganda will not address it or write it off as "Satanic Panic." We have entered a dark time, perhaps the end-time, when the world's demise is a very real possibility. Tonight on Ground Zero, Clyde Lewis talks about WORLD STOPS TURNING - ASHES WHERE THEIR BODIES BURNING.Originally Broadcast On 5/6/22 

Welcome to Ground Zero Classics, where we dive deep into the world of conspiracy theories and popular myths. In today's episode, we explore how these beliefs have become increasingly prevalent in our society as people grow more cynical and paranoid. Conspiracy history is a fascinating field that examines the hidden agendas of governments and powerful individuals who may be working against us. Whether it's the idea that they are part of a Luciferian cabal or related by bloodlines to fallen entities from thousands of years ago, these theories often pit the average person against seemingly invincible phantoms in positions of power. But let's face it - we all have our own conspiracy theories to some degree. We're hardwired to find patterns and connections in our environment, especially when things don't go as planned. And that's okay! It's natural for us to search for answers and try to make sense of the world around us. So join us on this journey through conspiracy history and popular myths, as we uncover the truth behind some of the most intriguing theories out there. Whether you believe in aliens, secret societies, or government conspiracies, Ground Zero Classics has something for everyone.Originally Broadcast On 4/29/14Liking this episode?   Get more episodes, news and other bonuses when you become a member of Ground Zero: Aftermath.   Get a free trial now!

April 30 into May 1 is known as Walpurgis or Beltane, a fire festival initiating the rise of our sun and summer, and bringing fertility back to the world. Despite what conspiracy theorists believe, that powerful forces practice these occult festivals to bring chaos and destruction to the world, Beltane is purely about light and fertility. With that being said, the death cult of population control and eugenics used the last week of April for their Planned Parenthood pro-abortion Spring Into Action Gala with one slogan reading “GENDER AFFIRMING HEALTHCARE BIRTH CONTROL ABORTION CARE WELLNESS EXAM.” Their focus on abortion can be paralleled with the state of Arizona passing a resolution declaring COVID needles “biological and technological weapons” for reasons dealing with both fertility and neurological disorders. Counties in Florida have done the same thing. As we also hear about H5N1, Zombie diseases, and argue over what animals deserve to live and die, the birth of a white buffalo in Texas is a Lakota omen that balance, life, and order will be restored to the world. -FREE ARCHIVE & RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-secret-teachingsTwitter: https://twitter.com/TST___RadioFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/thesecretteachingsWEBSITE (BOOKS, RESUBSCRIBE for early show access): http://thesecretteachings.infoPaypal: rdgable@yahoo.comCashApp: $rdgableBuy Me a Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/tstradioSUBSCRIBE TO NETWORK: http://aftermath.mediaEMAIL: rdgable@yahoo.com / TSTRadio@protonmail.com

Walpurgis is the night before May Day or Beltane – it is the time of the burning festivals and the mind virus that is released is part of a spell which burns, irritates, and motivates men and women to do the most immoral things. Riotous behaviors have returned to our cities; mainly, targeting college campuses as the purge is gaining momentum into Walpurgis and it appears that it will not let up. It may not surprise many that we shall see night fires sparked by those who wish to bring attention to what they see as genocide —an offering of blood to the highest of demons. The media though is hyper-focused on the protests and in the process, has ignored the bloodshed and burnt offerings that war provides. Tonight on Ground Zero (7-10pm, pacific time), Clyde Lewis talks with author and host of Everything Out There, Steve Stockton about BURNING TIMES – THE PURGE OF WALPURGIS. Listen Live: https://groundzero.radio Archived Shows: https://aftermath.media

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Hablar de la Noche de Walpurgis es hablar de El Gran Sabbath, de El Gran Aquelarre, aquella Noche en que Brujos y Brujas caminan hacia el Broken para adorar a Satán en la víspera del 1ero de Mayo.  El 30 de Abril, por la noche, transcurre la verdadera HexenNacht de linaje alemán inspiración en la literatura, pintura, música e imaginería popular. Un recorrido por las distintas tradiciones y folklore que dieron forma o se relacionan con esta festividad pagana.  Programa Temático de Hexen transmitido originalmente el 28 de Abril del 2022 Hexen El Libro Negro es un programa de radio dedicado a la subcultura obscura. Conducido por Clauzzen Hernández Jueves 22hrs Reactor 105.7. Imer. México Playlists : https://clauzzen.org/hexen/playlists/ La Casa de la Bruja & Hexen: Tw : https://twitter.com/clauzzen   FB : https://www.facebook.com/clauzzen.hernandez  Instagram & Threads : @clauzzenhernandez Diseño y Contacto de Monstruos Hexen & La Casa de la Bruja : mike.rauda@gmail.com  Instagram & Threads : @mikerauda  Tw: https://twitter.com/MikeRauda Encuéntranos también en la dimensión real de Hexen y La Casa de la Bruja en:  El Scary Oslo 3 Zona Rosa. Cdmx El Scary Witches: Bar-HorrorPub-Restaurante-Gabinete de Atrocidades.Miércoles y Jueves a partir 4pmViernes y Sábado 2pm a 1am  FB https://www.facebook.com/elscarywitches/   Instagram : @elscarywitches 

Abby sits down with author, historian and tour guide Marie Carter to discuss Walpurgis Night, May Day Horror and her new book, Mortimer and The Witches. From Saint Walburga, to Beltane and The Wicker Man, we cover all of our bases with the storied history of May 1st. Follow Marie on Instagram at @mariewritesandedits and check out her website: https://www.mariewritesandedits.com/Also, consider purchasing her books. More information here. lunaticsproject.comGet Lunatics Merch here. Join the discussion on Discord. Listen to the paranormal playlist I curate for Vurbl, updated weekly! Check out Abby's book Horror Stories. Available in eBook and paperback. Music by Michaela Papa, Alan Kudan & Jordan Moser. Poster Art by Pilar Keprta @pilar.kep.Support the Show.

Welcome back to the Manor and welcome to Walpurgisnacht (Witches' Night) 2024!  We've discussed Lilith in a previous episode, so it's now time to shine the sinister spotlights upon her demonic sisters!  Pour a pint of brimstone (warning: don't do that) and enjoy! Next week's episode is part 6 of our Dungeons and Dragons 50th anniversary series. Get in touch with us at Podbean: https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-4pksr-a17e1a Or on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/twinterrorsmacabremanormeadmetalmayhe/ Or on twitter: @Terrors_Manor On Instagram: @macabremanormeadmetalmayhem You can also find our podcast on iTunes, Spotify, Amazon, and I Heart Radio; pretty much wherever fine (and our) podcasts are aired. Image courtesy of: James

Today, Jim, John, and Lonaiah submerse into one of history's darkest moments and uncover the sinister connections between ancient prophecies, satanic rituals, and the Holocaust. Continuing into the exploration of the mysterious altar of Zeus, known as the throne of Satan, and its eerie linkage to the atrocities committed during World War II, they discover how the threads of history, biblical prophecy, and occult practices weave together a narrative that led to one of the most horrifying events of the 20th century. With the scriptural and historical insights that have brought us from the ancient city of Pergamon to the notorious grounds of Auschwitz, we ask: What is the significance of Hitler's final act on Walpurgis Night, the most important Satanic night of the year, and how does it symbolize a sacrificial culmination of his reign of terror? But more importantly, what does scripture point to? #HistoryUnveiled #HolocaustMysteries #SatanicRituals #ProphecyRevealed #HitlersLastSacrifice #WalpurgisNight #AncientAltars #BiblicalProphecies #WWIIHiddenSecrets #AuschwitzHistory #SpiritualWarfare #OccultHistory #MysteryOfPergamon #AntichristSymbols #TheFinalOffering #TheFinalHourPodcast #TheFinalHour #TFH #EndTimesPodcast

  The Haunter of the Dark By H. P. Lovecraft (Dedicated to Robert Bloch) I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim— Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge or lustre or name. —Nemesis. Cautious investigators will hesitate to challenge the common belief that Robert Blake was killed by lightning, or by some profound nervous shock derived from an electrical discharge. It is true that the window he faced was unbroken, but Nature has shewn herself capable of many freakish performances. The expression on his face may easily have arisen from some obscure muscular source unrelated to anything he saw, while the entries in his diary are clearly the result of a fantastic imagination aroused by certain local superstitions and by certain old matters he had uncovered. As for the anomalous conditions at the deserted church on Federal Hill—the shrewd analyst is not slow in attributing them to some charlatanry, conscious or unconscious, with at least some of which Blake was secretly connected. For after all, the victim was a writer and painter wholly devoted to the field of myth, dream, terror, and superstition, and avid in his quest for scenes and effects of a bizarre, spectral sort. His earlier stay in the city—a visit to a strange old man as deeply given to occult and forbidden lore as he—had ended amidst death and flame, and it must have been some morbid instinct which drew him back from his home in Milwaukee. He may have known of the old stories despite his statements to the contrary in the diary, and his death may have nipped in the bud some stupendous hoax destined to have a literary reflection. Among those, however, who have examined and correlated all this evidence, there remain several who cling to less rational and commonplace theories. They are inclined to take much of Blake's diary at its face value, and point significantly to certain facts such as the undoubted genuineness of the old church record, the verified existence of the disliked and unorthodox Starry Wisdom sect prior to 1877, the recorded disappearance of an inquisitive reporter named Edwin M. Lillibridge in 1893, and—above all—the look of monstrous, transfiguring fear on the face of the young writer when he died. It was one of these believers who, moved to fanatical extremes, threw into the bay the curiously angled stone and its strangely adorned metal box found in the old church steeple—the black windowless steeple, and not the tower where Blake's diary said those things originally were. Though widely censured both officially and unofficially, this man—a reputable physician with a taste for odd folklore—averred that he had rid the earth of something too dangerous to rest upon it. Between these two schools of opinion the reader must judge for himself. The papers have given the tangible details from a sceptical angle, leaving for others the drawing of the picture as Robert Blake saw it—or thought he saw it—or pretended to see it. Now, studying the diary closely, dispassionately, and at leisure, let us summarise the dark chain of events from the expressed point of view of their chief actor. Young Blake returned to Providence in the winter of 1934–5, taking the upper floor of a venerable dwelling in a grassy court off College Street—on the crest of the great eastward hill near the Brown University campus and behind the marble John Hay Library. It was a cosy and fascinating place, in a little garden oasis of village-like antiquity where huge, friendly cats sunned themselves atop a convenient shed. The square Georgian house had a monitor roof, classic doorway with fan carving, small-paned windows, and all the other earmarks of early nineteenth-century workmanship. Inside were six-panelled doors, wide floor-boards, a curving colonial staircase, white Adam-period mantels, and a rear set of rooms three steps below the general level. Blake's study, a large southwest chamber, overlooked the front garden on one side, while its west windows—before one of which he had his desk—faced off from the brow of the hill and commanded a splendid view of the lower town's outspread roofs and of the mystical sunsets that flamed behind them. On the far horizon were the open countryside's purple slopes. Against these, some two miles away, rose the spectral hump of Federal Hill, bristling with huddled roofs and steeples whose remote outlines wavered mysteriously, taking fantastic forms as the smoke of the city swirled up and enmeshed them. Blake had a curious sense that he was looking upon some unknown, ethereal world which might or might not vanish in dream if ever he tried to seek it out and enter it in person. Having sent home for most of his books, Blake bought some antique furniture suitable to his quarters and settled down to write and paint—living alone, and attending to the simple housework himself. His studio was in a north attic room, where the panes of the monitor roof furnished admirable lighting. During that first winter he produced five of his best-known short stories—“The Burrower Beneath”, “The Stairs in the Crypt”, “Shaggai”, “In the Vale of Pnath”, and “The Feaster from the Stars”—and painted seven canvases; studies of nameless, unhuman monsters, and profoundly alien, non-terrestrial landscapes. At sunset he would often sit at his desk and gaze dreamily off at the outspread west—the dark towers of Memorial Hall just below, the Georgian court-house belfry, the lofty pinnacles of the downtown section, and that shimmering, spire-crowned mound in the distance whose unknown streets and labyrinthine gables so potently provoked his fancy. From his few local acquaintances he learned that the far-off slope was a vast Italian quarter, though most of the houses were remnants of older Yankee and Irish days. Now and then he would train his field-glasses on that spectral, unreachable world beyond the curling smoke; picking out individual roofs and chimneys and steeples, and speculating upon the bizarre and curious mysteries they might house. Even with optical aid Federal Hill seemed somehow alien, half fabulous, and linked to the unreal, intangible marvels of Blake's own tales and pictures. The feeling would persist long after the hill had faded into the violet, lamp-starred twilight, and the court-house floodlights and the red Industrial Trust beacon had blazed up to make the night grotesque. Of all the distant objects on Federal Hill, a certain huge, dark church most fascinated Blake. It stood out with especial distinctness at certain hours of the day, and at sunset the great tower and tapering steeple loomed blackly against the flaming sky. It seemed to rest on especially high ground; for the grimy facade, and the obliquely seen north side with sloping roof and the tops of great pointed windows, rose boldly above the tangle of surrounding ridgepoles and chimney-pots. Peculiarly grim and austere, it appeared to be built of stone, stained and weathered with the smoke and storms of a century and more. The style, so far as the glass could shew, was that earliest experimental form of Gothic revival which preceded the stately Upjohn period and held over some of the outlines and proportions of the Georgian age. Perhaps it was reared around 1810 or 1815. As months passed, Blake watched the far-off, forbidding structure with an oddly mounting interest. Since the vast windows were never lighted, he knew that it must be vacant. The longer he watched, the more his imagination worked, till at length he began to fancy curious things. He believed that a vague, singular aura of desolation hovered over the place, so that even the pigeons and swallows shunned its smoky eaves. Around other towers and belfries his glass would reveal great flocks of birds, but here they never rested. At least, that is what he thought and set down in his diary. He pointed the place out to several friends, but none of them had even been on Federal Hill or possessed the faintest notion of what the church was or had been. In the spring a deep restlessness gripped Blake. He had begun his long-planned novel—based on a supposed survival of the witch-cult in Maine—but was strangely unable to make progress with it. More and more he would sit at his westward window and gaze at the distant hill and the black, frowning steeple shunned by the birds. When the delicate leaves came out on the garden boughs the world was filled with a new beauty, but Blake's restlessness was merely increased. It was then that he first thought of crossing the city and climbing bodily up that fabulous slope into the smoke-wreathed world of dream. Late in April, just before the aeon-shadowed Walpurgis time, Blake made his first trip into the unknown. Plodding through the endless downtown streets and the bleak, decayed squares beyond, he came finally upon the ascending avenue of century-worn steps, sagging Doric porches, and blear-paned cupolas which he felt must lead up to the long-known, unreachable world beyond the mists. There were dingy blue-and-white street signs which meant nothing to him, and presently he noted the strange, dark faces of the drifting crowds, and the foreign signs over curious shops in brown, decade-weathered buildings. Nowhere could he find any of the objects he had seen from afar; so that once more he half fancied that the Federal Hill of that distant view was a dream-world never to be trod by living human feet. Now and then a battered church facade or crumbling spire came in sight, but never the blackened pile that he sought. When he asked a shopkeeper about a great stone church the man smiled and shook his head, though he spoke English freely. As Blake climbed higher, the region seemed stranger and stranger, with bewildering mazes of brooding brown alleys leading eternally off to the south. He crossed two or three broad avenues, and once thought he glimpsed a familiar tower. Again he asked a merchant about the massive church of stone, and this time he could have sworn that the plea of ignorance was feigned. The dark man's face had a look of fear which he tried to hide, and Blake saw him make a curious sign with his right hand. Then suddenly a black spire stood out against the cloudy sky on his left, above the tiers of brown roofs lining the tangled southerly alleys. Blake knew at once what it was, and plunged toward it through the squalid, unpaved lanes that climbed from the avenue. Twice he lost his way, but he somehow dared not ask any of the patriarchs or housewives who sat on their doorsteps, or any of the children who shouted and played in the mud of the shadowy lanes. At last he saw the tower plain against the southwest, and a huge stone bulk rose darkly at the end of an alley. Presently he stood in a windswept open square, quaintly cobblestoned, with a high bank wall on the farther side. This was the end of his quest; for upon the wide, iron-railed, weed-grown plateau which the wall supported—a separate, lesser world raised fully six feet above the surrounding streets—there stood a grim, titan bulk whose identity, despite Blake's new perspective, was beyond dispute. The vacant church was in a state of great decrepitude. Some of the high stone buttresses had fallen, and several delicate finials lay half lost among the brown, neglected weeds and grasses. The sooty Gothic windows were largely unbroken, though many of the stone mullions were missing. Blake wondered how the obscurely painted panes could have survived so well, in view of the known habits of small boys the world over. The massive doors were intact and tightly closed. Around the top of the bank wall, fully enclosing the grounds, was a rusty iron fence whose gate—at the head of a flight of steps from the square—was visibly padlocked. The path from the gate to the building was completely overgrown. Desolation and decay hung like a pall above the place, and in the birdless eaves and black, ivyless walls Blake felt a touch of the dimly sinister beyond his power to define. There were very few people in the square, but Blake saw a policeman at the northerly end and approached him with questions about the church. He was a great wholesome Irishman, and it seemed odd that he would do little more than make the sign of the cross and mutter that people never spoke of that building. When Blake pressed him he said very hurriedly that the Italian priests warned everybody against it, vowing that a monstrous evil had once dwelt there and left its mark. He himself had heard dark whispers of it from his father, who recalled certain sounds and rumours from his boyhood. There had been a bad sect there in the ould days—an outlaw sect that called up awful things from some unknown gulf of night. It had taken a good priest to exorcise what had come, though there did be those who said that merely the light could do it. If Father O'Malley were alive there would be many the thing he could tell. But now there was nothing to do but let it alone. It hurt nobody now, and those that owned it were dead or far away. They had run away like rats after the threatening talk in '77, when people began to mind the way folks vanished now and then in the neighbourhood. Some day the city would step in and take the property for lack of heirs, but little good would come of anybody's touching it. Better it be left alone for the years to topple, lest things be stirred that ought to rest forever in their black abyss. After the policeman had gone Blake stood staring at the sullen steepled pile. It excited him to find that the structure seemed as sinister to others as to him, and he wondered what grain of truth might lie behind the old tales the bluecoat had repeated. Probably they were mere legends evoked by the evil look of the place, but even so, they were like a strange coming to life of one of his own stories. The afternoon sun came out from behind dispersing clouds, but seemed unable to light up the stained, sooty walls of the old temple that towered on its high plateau. It was odd that the green of spring had not touched the brown, withered growths in the raised, iron-fenced yard. Blake found himself edging nearer the raised area and examining the bank wall and rusted fence for possible avenues of ingress. There was a terrible lure about the blackened fane which was not to be resisted. The fence had no opening near the steps, but around on the north side were some missing bars. He could go up the steps and walk around on the narrow coping outside the fence till he came to the gap. If the people feared the place so wildly, he would encounter no interference. He was on the embankment and almost inside the fence before anyone noticed him. Then, looking down, he saw the few people in the square edging away and making the same sign with their right hands that the shopkeeper in the avenue had made. Several windows were slammed down, and a fat woman darted into the street and pulled some small children inside a rickety, unpainted house. The gap in the fence was very easy to pass through, and before long Blake found himself wading amidst the rotting, tangled growths of the deserted yard. Here and there the worn stump of a headstone told him that there had once been burials in this field; but that, he saw, must have been very long ago. The sheer bulk of the church was oppressive now that he was close to it, but he conquered his mood and approached to try the three great doors in the facade. All were securely locked, so he began a circuit of the Cyclopean building in quest of some minor and more penetrable opening. Even then he could not be sure that he wished to enter that haunt of desertion and shadow, yet the pull of its strangeness dragged him on automatically. A yawning and unprotected cellar window in the rear furnished the needed aperture. Peering in, Blake saw a subterrene gulf of cobwebs and dust faintly litten by the western sun's filtered rays. Debris, old barrels, and ruined boxes and furniture of numerous sorts met his eye, though over everything lay a shroud of dust which softened all sharp outlines. The rusted remains of a hot-air furnace shewed that the building had been used and kept in shape as late as mid-Victorian times. Acting almost without conscious initiative, Blake crawled through the window and let himself down to the dust-carpeted and debris-strown concrete floor. The vaulted cellar was a vast one, without partitions; and in a corner far to the right, amid dense shadows, he saw a black archway evidently leading upstairs. He felt a peculiar sense of oppression at being actually within the great spectral building, but kept it in check as he cautiously scouted about—finding a still-intact barrel amid the dust, and rolling it over to the open window to provide for his exit. Then, bracing himself, he crossed the wide, cobweb-festooned space toward the arch. Half choked with the omnipresent dust, and covered with ghostly gossamer fibres, he reached and began to climb the worn stone steps which rose into the darkness. He had no light, but groped carefully with his hands. After a sharp turn he felt a closed door ahead, and a little fumbling revealed its ancient latch. It opened inward, and beyond it he saw a dimly illumined corridor lined with worm-eaten panelling. Once on the ground floor, Blake began exploring in a rapid fashion. All the inner doors were unlocked, so that he freely passed from room to room. The colossal nave was an almost eldritch place with its drifts and mountains of dust over box pews, altar, hourglass pulpit, and sounding-board, and its titanic ropes of cobweb stretching among the pointed arches of the gallery and entwining the clustered Gothic columns. Over all this hushed desolation played a hideous leaden light as the declining afternoon sun sent its rays through the strange, half-blackened panes of the great apsidal windows. The paintings on those windows were so obscured by soot that Blake could scarcely decipher what they had represented, but from the little he could make out he did not like them. The designs were largely conventional, and his knowledge of obscure symbolism told him much concerning some of the ancient patterns. The few saints depicted bore expressions distinctly open to criticism, while one of the windows seemed to shew merely a dark space with spirals of curious luminosity scattered about in it. Turning away from the windows, Blake noticed that the cobwebbed cross above the altar was not of the ordinary kind, but resembled the primordial ankh or crux ansata of shadowy Egypt. In a rear vestry room beside the apse Blake found a rotting desk and ceiling-high shelves of mildewed, disintegrating books. Here for the first time he received a positive shock of objective horror, for the titles of those books told him much. They were the black, forbidden things which most sane people have never even heard of, or have heard of only in furtive, timorous whispers; the banned and dreaded repositories of equivocal secrets and immemorial formulae which have trickled down the stream of time from the days of man's youth, and the dim, fabulous days before man was. He had himself read many of them—a Latin version of the abhorred Necronomicon, the sinister Liber Ivonis, the infamous Cultes des Goules of Comte d'Erlette, the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt, and old Ludvig Prinn's hellish De Vermis Mysteriis. But there were others he had known merely by reputation or not at all—the Pnakotic Manuscripts, the Book of Dzyan, and a crumbling volume in wholly unidentifiable characters yet with certain symbols and diagrams shudderingly recognisable to the occult student. Clearly, the lingering local rumours had not lied. This place had once been the seat of an evil older than mankind and wider than the known universe. In the ruined desk was a small leather-bound record-book filled with entries in some odd cryptographic medium. The manuscript writing consisted of the common traditional symbols used today in astronomy and anciently in alchemy, astrology, and other dubious arts—the devices of the sun, moon, planets, aspects, and zodiacal signs—here massed in solid pages of text, with divisions and paragraphings suggesting that each symbol answered to some alphabetical letter. In the hope of later solving the cryptogram, Blake bore off this volume in his coat pocket. Many of the great tomes on the shelves fascinated him unutterably, and he felt tempted to borrow them at some later time. He wondered how they could have remained undisturbed so long. Was he the first to conquer the clutching, pervasive fear which had for nearly sixty years protected this deserted place from visitors? Having now thoroughly explored the ground floor, Blake ploughed again through the dust of the spectral nave to the front vestibule, where he had seen a door and staircase presumably leading up to the blackened tower and steeple—objects so long familiar to him at a distance. The ascent was a choking experience, for dust lay thick, while the spiders had done their worst in this constricted place. The staircase was a spiral with high, narrow wooden treads, and now and then Blake passed a clouded window looking dizzily out over the city. Though he had seen no ropes below, he expected to find a bell or peal of bells in the tower whose narrow, louver-boarded lancet windows his field-glass had studied so often. Here he was doomed to disappointment; for when he attained the top of the stairs he found the tower chamber vacant of chimes, and clearly devoted to vastly different purposes. The room, about fifteen feet square, was faintly lighted by four lancet windows, one on each side, which were glazed within their screening of decayed louver-boards. These had been further fitted with tight, opaque screens, but the latter were now largely rotted away. In the centre of the dust-laden floor rose a curiously angled stone pillar some four feet in height and two in average diameter, covered on each side with bizarre, crudely incised, and wholly unrecognisable hieroglyphs. On this pillar rested a metal box of peculiarly asymmetrical form; its hinged lid thrown back, and its interior holding what looked beneath the decade-deep dust to be an egg-shaped or irregularly spherical object some four inches through. Around the pillar in a rough circle were seven high-backed Gothic chairs still largely intact, while behind them, ranging along the dark-panelled walls, were seven colossal images of crumbling, black-painted plaster, resembling more than anything else the cryptic carven megaliths of mysterious Easter Island. In one corner of the cobwebbed chamber a ladder was built into the wall, leading up to the closed trap-door of the windowless steeple above. As Blake grew accustomed to the feeble light he noticed odd bas-reliefs on the strange open box of yellowish metal. Approaching, he tried to clear the dust away with his hands and handkerchief, and saw that the figurings were of a monstrous and utterly alien kind; depicting entities which, though seemingly alive, resembled no known life-form ever evolved on this planet. The four-inch seeming sphere turned out to be a nearly black, red-striated polyhedron with many irregular flat surfaces; either a very remarkable crystal of some sort, or an artificial object of carved and highly polished mineral matter. It did not touch the bottom of the box, but was held suspended by means of a metal band around its centre, with seven queerly designed supports extending horizontally to angles of the box's inner wall near the top. This stone, once exposed, exerted upon Blake an almost alarming fascination. He could scarcely tear his eyes from it, and as he looked at its glistening surfaces he almost fancied it was transparent, with half-formed worlds of wonder within. Into his mind floated pictures of alien orbs with great stone towers, and other orbs with titan mountains and no mark of life, and still remoter spaces where only a stirring in vague blacknesses told of the presence of consciousness and will. When he did look away, it was to notice a somewhat singular mound of dust in the far corner near the ladder to the steeple. Just why it took his attention he could not tell, but something in its contours carried a message to his unconscious mind. Ploughing toward it, and brushing aside the hanging cobwebs as he went, he began to discern something grim about it. Hand and handkerchief soon revealed the truth, and Blake gasped with a baffling mixture of emotions. It was a human skeleton, and it must have been there for a very long time. The clothing was in shreds, but some buttons and fragments of cloth bespoke a man's grey suit. There were other bits of evidence—shoes, metal clasps, huge buttons for round cuffs, a stickpin of bygone pattern, a reporter's badge with the name of the old Providence Telegram, and a crumbling leather pocketbook. Blake examined the latter with care, finding within it several bills of antiquated issue, a celluloid advertising calendar for 1893, some cards with the name “Edwin M. Lillibridge”, and a paper covered with pencilled memoranda. This paper held much of a puzzling nature, and Blake read it carefully at the dim westward window. Its disjointed text included such phrases as the following: “Prof. Enoch Bowen home from Egypt May 1844—buys old Free-Will Church in July—his archaeological work & studies in occult well known.” “Dr. Drowne of 4th Baptist warns against Starry Wisdom in sermon Dec. 29, 1844.” “Congregation 97 by end of '45.” “1846—3 disappearances—first mention of Shining Trapezohedron.” “7 disappearances 1848—stories of blood sacrifice begin.” “Investigation 1853 comes to nothing—stories of sounds.” “Fr. O'Malley tells of devil-worship with box found in great Egyptian ruins—says they call up something that can't exist in light. Flees a little light, and banished by strong light. Then has to be summoned again. Probably got this from deathbed confession of Francis X. Feeney, who had joined Starry Wisdom in '49. These people say the Shining Trapezohedron shews them heaven & other worlds, & that the Haunter of the Dark tells them secrets in some way.” “Story of Orrin B. Eddy 1857. They call it up by gazing at the crystal, & have a secret language of their own.” “200 or more in cong. 1863, exclusive of men at front.” “Irish boys mob church in 1869 after Patrick Regan's disappearance.” “Veiled article in J. March 14, '72, but people don't talk about it.” “6 disappearances 1876—secret committee calls on Mayor Doyle.” “Action promised Feb. 1877—church closes in April.” “Gang—Federal Hill Boys—threaten Dr. —— and vestrymen in May.” “181 persons leave city before end of '77—mention no names.” “Ghost stories begin around 1880—try to ascertain truth of report that no human being has entered church since 1877.” “Ask Lanigan for photograph of place taken 1851.” . . . Restoring the paper to the pocketbook and placing the latter in his coat, Blake turned to look down at the skeleton in the dust. The implications of the notes were clear, and there could be no doubt but that this man had come to the deserted edifice forty-two years before in quest of a newspaper sensation which no one else had been bold enough to attempt. Perhaps no one else had known of his plan—who could tell? But he had never returned to his paper. Had some bravely suppressed fear risen to overcome him and bring on sudden heart-failure? Blake stooped over the gleaming bones and noted their peculiar state. Some of them were badly scattered, and a few seemed oddly dissolved at the ends. Others were strangely yellowed, with vague suggestions of charring. This charring extended to some of the fragments of clothing. The skull was in a very peculiar state—stained yellow, and with a charred aperture in the top as if some powerful acid had eaten through the solid bone. What had happened to the skeleton during its four decades of silent entombment here Blake could not imagine. Before he realised it, he was looking at the stone again, and letting its curious influence call up a nebulous pageantry in his mind. He saw processions of robed, hooded figures whose outlines were not human, and looked on endless leagues of desert lined with carved, sky-reaching monoliths. He saw towers and walls in nighted depths under the sea, and vortices of space where wisps of black mist floated before thin shimmerings of cold purple haze. And beyond all else he glimpsed an infinite gulf of darkness, where solid and semi-solid forms were known only by their windy stirrings, and cloudy patterns of force seemed to superimpose order on chaos and hold forth a key to all the paradoxes and arcana of the worlds we know. Then all at once the spell was broken by an access of gnawing, indeterminate panic fear. Blake choked and turned away from the stone, conscious of some formless alien presence close to him and watching him with horrible intentness. He felt entangled with something—something which was not in the stone, but which had looked through it at him—something which would ceaselessly follow him with a cognition that was not physical sight. Plainly, the place was getting on his nerves—as well it might in view of his gruesome find. The light was waning, too, and since he had no illuminant with him he knew he would have to be leaving soon. It was then, in the gathering twilight, that he thought he saw a faint trace of luminosity in the crazily angled stone. He had tried to look away from it, but some obscure compulsion drew his eyes back. Was there a subtle phosphorescence of radio-activity about the thing? What was it that the dead man's notes had said concerning a Shining Trapezohedron? What, anyway, was this abandoned lair of cosmic evil? What had been done here, and what might still be lurking in the bird-shunned shadows? It seemed now as if an elusive touch of foetor had arisen somewhere close by, though its source was not apparent. Blake seized the cover of the long-open box and snapped it down. It moved easily on its alien hinges, and closed completely over the unmistakably glowing stone. At the sharp click of that closing a soft stirring sound seemed to come from the steeple's eternal blackness overhead, beyond the trap-door. Rats, without question—the only living things to reveal their presence in this accursed pile since he had entered it. And yet that stirring in the steeple frightened him horribly, so that he plunged almost wildly down the spiral stairs, across the ghoulish nave, into the vaulted basement, out amidst the gathering dusk of the deserted square, and down through the teeming, fear-haunted alleys and avenues of Federal Hill toward the sane central streets and the home-like brick sidewalks of the college district. During the days which followed, Blake told no one of his expedition. Instead, he read much in certain books, examined long years of newspaper files downtown, and worked feverishly at the cryptogram in that leather volume from the cobwebbed vestry room. The cipher, he soon saw, was no simple one; and after a long period of endeavour he felt sure that its language could not be English, Latin, Greek, French, Spanish, Italian, or German. Evidently he would have to draw upon the deepest wells of his strange erudition. Every evening the old impulse to gaze westward returned, and he saw the black steeple as of yore amongst the bristling roofs of a distant and half-fabulous world. But now it held a fresh note of terror for him. He knew the heritage of evil lore it masked, and with the knowledge his vision ran riot in queer new ways. The birds of spring were returning, and as he watched their sunset flights he fancied they avoided the gaunt, lone spire as never before. When a flock of them approached it, he thought, they would wheel and scatter in panic confusion—and he could guess at the wild twitterings which failed to reach him across the intervening miles. It was in June that Blake's diary told of his victory over the cryptogram. The text was, he found, in the dark Aklo language used by certain cults of evil antiquity, and known to him in a halting way through previous researches. The diary is strangely reticent about what Blake deciphered, but he was patently awed and disconcerted by his results. There are references to a Haunter of the Dark awaked by gazing into the Shining Trapezohedron, and insane conjectures about the black gulfs of chaos from which it was called. The being is spoken of as holding all knowledge, and demanding monstrous sacrifices. Some of Blake's entries shew fear lest the thing, which he seemed to regard as summoned, stalk abroad; though he adds that the street-lights form a bulwark which cannot be crossed. Of the Shining Trapezohedron he speaks often, calling it a window on all time and space, and tracing its history from the days it was fashioned on dark Yuggoth, before ever the Old Ones brought it to earth. It was treasured and placed in its curious box by the crinoid things of Antarctica, salvaged from their ruins by the serpent-men of Valusia, and peered at aeons later in Lemuria by the first human beings. It crossed strange lands and stranger seas, and sank with Atlantis before a Minoan fisher meshed it in his net and sold it to swarthy merchants from nighted Khem. The Pharaoh Nephren-Ka built around it a temple with a windowless crypt, and did that which caused his name to be stricken from all monuments and records. Then it slept in the ruins of that evil fane which the priests and the new Pharaoh destroyed, till the delver's spade once more brought it forth to curse mankind. Early in July the newspapers oddly supplement Blake's entries, though in so brief and casual a way that only the diary has called general attention to their contribution. It appears that a new fear had been growing on Federal Hill since a stranger had entered the dreaded church. The Italians whispered of unaccustomed stirrings and bumpings and scrapings in the dark windowless steeple, and called on their priests to banish an entity which haunted their dreams. Something, they said, was constantly watching at a door to see if it were dark enough to venture forth. Press items mentioned the long-standing local superstitions, but failed to shed much light on the earlier background of the horror. It was obvious that the young reporters of today are no antiquarians. In writing of these things in his diary, Blake expresses a curious kind of remorse, and talks of the duty of burying the Shining Trapezohedron and of banishing what he had evoked by letting daylight into the hideous jutting spire. At the same time, however, he displays the dangerous extent of his fascination, and admits a morbid longing—pervading even his dreams—to visit the accursed tower and gaze again into the cosmic secrets of the glowing stone. Then something in the Journal on the morning of July 17 threw the diarist into a veritable fever of horror. It was only a variant of the other half-humorous items about the Federal Hill restlessness, but to Blake it was somehow very terrible indeed. In the night a thunderstorm had put the city's lighting-system out of commission for a full hour, and in that black interval the Italians had nearly gone mad with fright. Those living near the dreaded church had sworn that the thing in the steeple had taken advantage of the street-lamps' absence and gone down into the body of the church, flopping and bumping around in a viscous, altogether dreadful way. Toward the last it had bumped up to the tower, where there were sounds of the shattering of glass. It could go wherever the darkness reached, but light would always send it fleeing. When the current blazed on again there had been a shocking commotion in the tower, for even the feeble light trickling through the grime-blackened, louver-boarded windows was too much for the thing. It had bumped and slithered up into its tenebrous steeple just in time—for a long dose of light would have sent it back into the abyss whence the crazy stranger had called it. During the dark hour praying crowds had clustered round the church in the rain with lighted candles and lamps somehow shielded with folded paper and umbrellas—a guard of light to save the city from the nightmare that stalks in darkness. Once, those nearest the church declared, the outer door had rattled hideously. But even this was not the worst. That evening in the Bulletin Blake read of what the reporters had found. Aroused at last to the whimsical news value of the scare, a pair of them had defied the frantic crowds of Italians and crawled into the church through the cellar window after trying the doors in vain. They found the dust of the vestibule and of the spectral nave ploughed up in a singular way, with bits of rotted cushions and satin pew-linings scattered curiously around. There was a bad odour everywhere, and here and there were bits of yellow stain and patches of what looked like charring. Opening the door to the tower, and pausing a moment at the suspicion of a scraping sound above, they found the narrow spiral stairs wiped roughly clean. In the tower itself a similarly half-swept condition existed. They spoke of the heptagonal stone pillar, the overturned Gothic chairs, and the bizarre plaster images; though strangely enough the metal box and the old mutilated skeleton were not mentioned. What disturbed Blake the most—except for the hints of stains and charring and bad odours—was the final detail that explained the crashing glass. Every one of the tower's lancet windows was broken, and two of them had been darkened in a crude and hurried way by the stuffing of satin pew-linings and cushion-horsehair into the spaces between the slanting exterior louver-boards. More satin fragments and bunches of horsehair lay scattered around the newly swept floor, as if someone had been interrupted in the act of restoring the tower to the absolute blackness of its tightly curtained days. Yellowish stains and charred patches were found on the ladder to the windowless spire, but when a reporter climbed up, opened the horizontally sliding trap-door, and shot a feeble flashlight beam into the black and strangely foetid space, he saw nothing but darkness, and an heterogeneous litter of shapeless fragments near the aperture. The verdict, of course, was charlatanry. Somebody had played a joke on the superstitious hill-dwellers, or else some fanatic had striven to bolster up their fears for their own supposed good. Or perhaps some of the younger and more sophisticated dwellers had staged an elaborate hoax on the outside world. There was an amusing aftermath when the police sent an officer to verify the reports. Three men in succession found ways of evading the assignment, and the fourth went very reluctantly and returned very soon without adding to the account given by the reporters. From this point onward Blake's diary shews a mounting tide of insidious horror and nervous apprehension. He upbraids himself for not doing something, and speculates wildly on the consequences of another electrical breakdown. It has been verified that on three occasions—during thunderstorms—he telephoned the electric light company in a frantic vein and asked that desperate precautions against a lapse of power be taken. Now and then his entries shew concern over the failure of the reporters to find the metal box and stone, and the strangely marred old skeleton, when they explored the shadowy tower room. He assumed that these things had been removed—whither, and by whom or what, he could only guess. But his worst fears concerned himself, and the kind of unholy rapport he felt to exist between his mind and that lurking horror in the distant steeple—that monstrous thing of night which his rashness had called out of the ultimate black spaces. He seemed to feel a constant tugging at his will, and callers of that period remember how he would sit abstractedly at his desk and stare out of the west window at that far-off, spire-bristling mound beyond the swirling smoke of the city. His entries dwell monotonously on certain terrible dreams, and of a strengthening of the unholy rapport in his sleep. There is mention of a night when he awaked to find himself fully dressed, outdoors, and headed automatically down College Hill toward the west. Again and again he dwells on the fact that the thing in the steeple knows where to find him. The week following July 30 is recalled as the time of Blake's partial breakdown. He did not dress, and ordered all his food by telephone. Visitors remarked the cords he kept near his bed, and he said that sleep-walking had forced him to bind his ankles every night with knots which would probably hold or else waken him with the labour of untying. In his diary he told of the hideous experience which had brought the collapse. After retiring on the night of the 30th he had suddenly found himself groping about in an almost black space. All he could see were short, faint, horizontal streaks of bluish light, but he could smell an overpowering foetor and hear a curious jumble of soft, furtive sounds above him. Whenever he moved he stumbled over something, and at each noise there would come a sort of answering sound from above—a vague stirring, mixed with the cautious sliding of wood on wood. Once his groping hands encountered a pillar of stone with a vacant top, whilst later he found himself clutching the rungs of a ladder built into the wall, and fumbling his uncertain way upward toward some region of intenser stench where a hot, searing blast beat down against him. Before his eyes a kaleidoscopic range of phantasmal images played, all of them dissolving at intervals into the picture of a vast, unplumbed abyss of night wherein whirled suns and worlds of an even profounder blackness. He thought of the ancient legends of Ultimate Chaos, at whose centre sprawls the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things, encircled by his flopping horde of mindless and amorphous dancers, and lulled by the thin monotonous piping of a daemoniac flute held in nameless paws. Then a sharp report from the outer world broke through his stupor and roused him to the unutterable horror of his position. What it was, he never knew—perhaps it was some belated peal from the fireworks heard all summer on Federal Hill as the dwellers hail their various patron saints, or the saints of their native villages in Italy. In any event he shrieked aloud, dropped frantically from the ladder, and stumbled blindly across the obstructed floor of the almost lightless chamber that encompassed him. He knew instantly where he was, and plunged recklessly down the narrow spiral staircase, tripping and bruising himself at every turn. There was a nightmare flight through a vast cobwebbed nave whose ghostly arches reached up to realms of leering shadow, a sightless scramble through a littered basement, a climb to regions of air and street-lights outside, and a mad racing down a spectral hill of gibbering gables, across a grim, silent city of tall black towers, and up the steep eastward precipice to his own ancient door. On regaining consciousness in the morning he found himself lying on his study floor fully dressed. Dirt and cobwebs covered him, and every inch of his body seemed sore and bruised. When he faced the mirror he saw that his hair was badly scorched, while a trace of strange, evil odour seemed to cling to his upper outer clothing. It was then that his nerves broke down. Thereafter, lounging exhaustedly about in a dressing-gown, he did little but stare from his west window, shiver at the threat of thunder, and make wild entries in his diary. The great storm broke just before midnight on August 8th. Lightning struck repeatedly in all parts of the city, and two remarkable fireballs were reported. The rain was torrential, while a constant fusillade of thunder brought sleeplessness to thousands. Blake was utterly frantic in his fear for the lighting system, and tried to telephone the company around 1 a.m., though by that time service had been temporarily cut off in the interest of safety. He recorded everything in his diary—the large, nervous, and often undecipherable hieroglyphs telling their own story of growing frenzy and despair, and of entries scrawled blindly in the dark. He had to keep the house dark in order to see out the window, and it appears that most of his time was spent at his desk, peering anxiously through the rain across the glistening miles of downtown roofs at the constellation of distant lights marking Federal Hill. Now and then he would fumblingly make an entry in his diary, so that detached phrases such as “The lights must not go”; “It knows where I am”; “I must destroy it”; and “It is calling to me, but perhaps it means no injury this time”; are found scattered down two of the pages. Then the lights went out all over the city. It happened at 2:12 a.m. according to power-house records, but Blake's diary gives no indication of the time. The entry is merely, “Lights out—God help me.” On Federal Hill there were watchers as anxious as he, and rain-soaked knots of men paraded the square and alleys around the evil church with umbrella-shaded candles, electric flashlights, oil lanterns, crucifixes, and obscure charms of the many sorts common to southern Italy. They blessed each flash of lightning, and made cryptical signs of fear with their right hands when a turn in the storm caused the flashes to lessen and finally to cease altogether. A rising wind blew out most of the candles, so that the scene grew threateningly dark. Someone roused Father Merluzzo of Spirito Santo Church, and he hastened to the dismal square to pronounce whatever helpful syllables he could. Of the restless and curious sounds in the blackened tower, there could be no doubt whatever. For what happened at 2:35 we have the testimony of the priest, a young, intelligent, and well-educated person; of Patrolman William J. Monahan of the Central Station, an officer of the highest reliability who had paused at that part of his beat to inspect the crowd; and of most of the seventy-eight men who had gathered around the church's high bank wall—especially those in the square where the eastward facade was visible. Of course there was nothing which can be proved as being outside the order of Nature. The possible causes of such an event are many. No one can speak with certainty of the obscure chemical processes arising in a vast, ancient, ill-aired, and long-deserted building of heterogeneous contents. Mephitic vapours—spontaneous combustion—pressure of gases born of long decay—any one of numberless phenomena might be responsible. And then, of course, the factor of conscious charlatanry can by no means be excluded. The thing was really quite simple in itself, and covered less than three minutes of actual time. Father Merluzzo, always a precise man, looked at his watch repeatedly. It started with a definite swelling of the dull fumbling sounds inside the black tower. There had for some time been a vague exhalation of strange, evil odours from the church, and this had now become emphatic and offensive. Then at last there was a sound of splintering wood, and a large, heavy object crashed down in the yard beneath the frowning easterly facade. The tower was invisible now that the candles would not burn, but as the object neared the ground the people knew that it was the smoke-grimed louver-boarding of that tower's east window. Immediately afterward an utterly unbearable foetor welled forth from the unseen heights, choking and sickening the trembling watchers, and almost prostrating those in the square. At the same time the air trembled with a vibration as of flapping wings, and a sudden east-blowing wind more violent than any previous blast snatched off the hats and wrenched the dripping umbrellas of the crowd. Nothing definite could be seen in the candleless night, though some upward-looking spectators thought they glimpsed a great spreading blur of denser blackness against the inky sky—something like a formless cloud of smoke that shot with meteor-like speed toward the east. That was all. The watchers were half numbed with fright, awe, and discomfort, and scarcely knew what to do, or whether to do anything at all. Not knowing what had happened, they did not relax their vigil; and a moment later they sent up a prayer as a sharp flash of belated lightning, followed by an earsplitting crash of sound, rent the flooded heavens. Half an hour later the rain stopped, and in fifteen minutes more the street-lights sprang on again, sending the weary, bedraggled watchers relievedly back to their homes. The next day's papers gave these matters minor mention in connexion with the general storm reports. It seems that the great lightning flash and deafening explosion which followed the Federal Hill occurrence were even more tremendous farther east, where a burst of the singular foetor was likewise noticed. The phenomenon was most marked over College Hill, where the crash awaked all the sleeping inhabitants and led to a bewildered round of speculations. Of those who were already awake only a few saw the anomalous blaze of light near the top of the hill, or noticed the inexplicable upward rush of air which almost stripped the leaves from the trees and blasted the plants in the gardens. It was agreed that the lone, sudden lightning-bolt must have struck somewhere in this neighbourhood, though no trace of its striking could afterward be found. A youth in the Tau Omega fraternity house thought he saw a grotesque and hideous mass of smoke in the air just as the preliminary flash burst, but his observation has not been verified. All of the few observers, however, agree as to the violent gust from the west and the flood of intolerable stench which preceded the belated stroke; whilst evidence concerning the momentary burned odour after the stroke is equally general. These points were discussed very carefully because of their probable connexion with the death of Robert Blake. Students in the Psi Delta house, whose upper rear windows looked into Blake's study, noticed the blurred white face at the westward window on the morning of the 9th, and wondered what was wrong with the expression. When they saw the same face in the same position that evening, they felt worried, and watched for the lights to come up in his apartment. Later they rang the bell of the darkened flat, and finally had a policeman force the door. The rigid body sat bolt upright at the desk by the window, and when the intruders saw the glassy, bulging eyes, and the marks of stark, convulsive fright on the twisted features, they turned away in sickened dismay. Shortly afterward the coroner's physician made an examination, and despite the unbroken window reported electrical shock, or nervous tension induced by electrical discharge, as the cause of death. The hideous expression he ignored altogether, deeming it a not improbable result of the profound shock as experienced by a person of such abnormal imagination and unbalanced emotions. He deduced these latter qualities from the books, paintings, and manuscripts found in the apartment, and from the blindly scrawled entries in the diary on the desk. Blake had prolonged his frenzied jottings to the last, and the broken-pointed pencil was found clutched in his spasmodically contracted right hand. The entries after the failure of the lights were highly disjointed, and legible only in part. From them certain investigators have drawn conclusions differing greatly from the materialistic official verdict, but such speculations have little chance for belief among the conservative. The case of these imaginative theorists has not been helped by the action of superstitious Dr. Dexter, who threw the curious box and angled stone—an object certainly self-luminous as seen in the black windowless steeple where it was found—into the deepest channel of Narragansett Bay. Excessive imagination and neurotic unbalance on Blake's part, aggravated by knowledge of the evil bygone cult whose startling traces he had uncovered, form the dominant interpretation given those final frenzied jottings. These are the entries—or all that can be made of them. “Lights still out—must be five minutes now. Everything depends on lightning. Yaddith grant it will keep up! . . . Some influence seems beating through it. . . . Rain and thunder and wind deafen. . . . The thing is taking hold of my mind. . . . “Trouble with memory. I see things I never knew before. Other worlds and other galaxies . . . Dark . . . The lightning seems dark and the darkness seems light. . . . “It cannot be the real hill and church that I see in the pitch-darkness. Must be retinal impression left by flashes. Heaven grant the Italians are out with their candles if the lightning stops! “What am I afraid of? Is it not an avatar of Nyarlathotep, who in antique and shadowy Khem even took the form of man? I remember Yuggoth, and more distant Shaggai, and the ultimate void of the black planets. . . . “The long, winging flight through the void . . . cannot cross the universe of light . . . re-created by the thoughts caught in the Shining Trapezohedron . . . send it through the horrible abysses of radiance. . . . “My name is Blake—Robert Harrison Blake of 620 East Knapp Street, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. . . . I am on this planet. . . . “Azathoth have mercy!—the lightning no longer flashes—horrible—I can see everything with a monstrous sense that is not sight—light is dark and dark is light . . . those people on the hill . . . guard . . . candles and charms . . . their priests. . . . “Sense of distance gone—far is near and near is far. No light—no glass—see that steeple—that tower—window—can hear—Roderick Usher—am mad or going mad—the thing is stirring and fumbling in the tower—I am it and it is I—I want to get out . . . must get out and unify the forces. . . . It knows where I am. . . . “I am Robert Blake, but I see the tower in the dark. There is a monstrous odour . . . senses transfigured . . . boarding at that tower window cracking and giving way. . . . Iä . . . ngai . . . ygg. . . . “I see it—coming here—hell-wind—titan blur—black wings—Yog-Sothoth save me—the three-lobed burning eye. . . .”

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