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Floating Point
Elenya, Nenim 18, 00113
Emily looked up at the imposing, spherical shape of the spacecraft landed on the ground before her. The entire situation carried with it an air of unreality, of something that could not have happened and did not happen, and yet it had happened and it soon would happen to her. She shook her head violently again to try to shake out the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her.
I'm not afraid. She looked around at her students, some like her stilled with fear, others talking animatedly among themselves. I'm not afraid. Who am I kidding? I'm terrified.
"I'm looking for Emily Broderbundtee?"
"Broderbundt," Emily said hurriedly, identifying herself to the speaker. "The 't' hardens the 'd'; it isn't pronounced separately." The figure descending the ramp was called a Mephit, she recalled. Many of the Pendorian species had characteristics similar to those of familiar Terran animals. Mephit meant 'skunk' in Latin, and the Mephit species had many skunk-like characteristics, including a stubby, pyramidal snout, long, black fur with a white stripe down the back, and a long, bushy tail. This one fit the description perfectly. He wore a ship's uniform of light beige that lacked shoes of any sort, but otherwise covered a handsome physique. An insignia plate on his shirt probably identified his role, but she didn't recognize it.
"I'm very sorry, Miss Broderbundt. In my language, where you have two syllables the one without any associated vowels is voiced with its full name, or its full sound when it's a natural nasal." He smiled and held out his hand, palm up. She had heard that that position meant he deferred to her. He was telling her he carried nothing about or against her. "I'm Eriin."
"Sounds like urine," a voice from behind said. She turned around just long enough to give the speaker, a larger boy given to bullying already, as withering a glance as she could spare.
Eriin just grinned. "My son was like that. Still is, although he's not as bad now. Fortunately in my tongue it just means 'a flower.'" She saw his eyes dart among some of the students as if daring them to say something about his name or its meaning. "We have a long trip ahead of us. You're the last of eight, and we've managed to sit all the rest. Your visit to our ship should be a pleasant one but there will be some rough spots. If you would please bring your students on board? And let's get out of this cold!"
She nodded and turned back to the class. Thirty-two fresh faces stared back at her, waiting. "Eriin here is going to show you to your seats. Everyone up the ramp, two rows." She sighed as they formed a large mob and began trudging up the steps. A loud whistle startled her. She turned to see where it had come from.
Eriin lowered his fingers from his muzzle. "Your teacher said two rows. You don't get in until you listen to her." He looked at her. "Sorry, don't mean to undermine your authority."
"It's not as if I have any," Emily replied. "This is one of the more troublesome classes I've ever had."
"They're just children." He led them up the stairs and into a round cabin with a central spire. Chairs were arranged facing clockwise around the circle, four chairs to a row, all the way around. Another class was already seated in about half the seats.
"As if children are ever 'just' anything." She smiled. "You know where we're sitting, Eriin."
Eriin held some sort of electronic clipboard in his left hand and scratched at the back of his head with the right. "My manifest says that your class consists of fifty-one students. You're missing nineteen? And, pardon me, but isn't that quite a large number of children for one person to be handling?"
"Yes, and yes."
"Where are the missing ones?" he asked as he passed his hand over a control panel. The hatchway closed behind him with a loud clang. Several of her students jumped. A wave of trepidation rolled through her as she watched a second door close over the first, to be followed by six large bolts sinking into the door's frame.
"Their parents kept them at home." She waited for him to ask. He waited for her to finish. She did. "A couple mentioned the Pendorian reputation for… " She paused, looking for the delicate phrasing.
Eriin apparently knew already. "Sex."
She nodded. "A few thought their children would be brainwashed by the whole affair." Some of her students comments on the bus came back to her and made her laugh. "Maybe one or two thought their children were going to be replaced with robots."
"We can't do that."
"Do what?"
"Replace people with robots. Well, we can, but it shows up very obviously under an X-ray." He watched her shiver. "You're going to meet a couple of our silicon sentients and mixed-realm sentients while you're on board the Synergy. Try not to prejudge anyone."
One or two of her students had had the foresight to bring plastic straws and paper. A spitball firefight raged in the cabin. She raised her voice. "Hey!"
They all stopped and looked up. Eriin looked down at his clipboard again, consulting the display screen. "Now that you're here, we're going to get moving. Welcome aboard the shuttlecraft Dragon, of the Pendorian Interstellar Fleet, such as it is." He seemed to chuckle under his breath, and Emily found herself liking Eriin. Behind her, other Pendorians entered the cabin by coming down a ladder leading through the roof of the spire. As they passed her, she identified them by species name. Felinzi, she thought, and Tindal. "My name is Eriin, and I'm your guide for the next four days. I'm guessing that most of you already know where we're going?"
"The Moon!" a few said in loud and disjoint chorus.
"Your moon, to be exact. Pendor already has a moon in its system." He smiled. "It's going to take six hours to get there, most of which will be spent right here in this room. So I hope some of you brought stuff to do. Other than toss spitwads at one another." He looked at two of the older boys, who gestured back with classic 'Who me?' expressions. "Hey, I did it too when I was younger. But you guys are not going to make a mess of this spaceship."
A chime sounded on his clipboard again. "Ea?" he said. Emily recognized the word for 'Yes.'
Another voice spoke to him in a Pendorian tongue. "Ea, inath." He looked up. "Everyone in your seats and with your belts fastened. They're six-point harnesses, so they're a little tricky." He proceeded to explain the seatbelts, the spacesickness bags, and the emergency procedures. Emily took a seat he indicated as he spoke and followed his instructions carefully. Hers was mounted directly next to one wall and in such a position that she could watch the rest of the class. The Pendorians had thought carefully before building this room.
As Eriin spoke, a deep vibration began to hum under her feet. The hum grew louder and increased in pitch, although it seemed as if it would never crawl out of the deep bass rumble it held now. "We were expecting more," Eriin said as he sat down and buckled himself in. "I'm sorry some of your students couldn't make it. It still seems like a lot of people." The other two Pendorians buckled themselves in next to her and Eriin.
"Budgets. They don't want to spend any more money on the school system."
"Do they, whoever they are, expect your students to succeed?" He shook his head sadly. "I'm sure you're an excellent and qualified teacher, but do you really have the energy to teach fifty students at a time?"
She returned the gesture. "No, not really."
Eriin touched her hand, startling her. She withdrew it. "Well, for the next five days consider me an adequate assistant." He looked down at her hand. "I'm sorry. A good habit among Pendorians, but not so rewarding with Terrans."
She nodded. "Just not used to being touched. At least not by adults."
He smiled. "You're unpartnered?"
"Divorced," she said. "About a year ago."
"Legally separated from David, my husband," she tried to explain.
"Oh, I remember. The state recognition and enforcement of a contractual obligation between love partners. It probably sounds awful the way I say it."
"No, it sounds about right, if a little technical." The rumble increased to a whine.
Eriin lifted his clipboard to his mouth. "We're going to be taking off in less than a minute," his voice boomed out of overhead speakers. "Hold on tight."
The ship lurched slightly, and then tilted upwards. To Emily, facing her students, however, it felt more like downwards, although she knew from the sensations that the ship was ascending into the sky. Her students screeched, some frightened and some thrilled and all of them surprised.
The roaring continued for several minutes before slowly dying away. "Everyone remain in your seats," he said once again through the intercom. "We are now heading towards Luna, your moon, and a rendezvous with our mothership, the Synergy. We will spend four days and three nights on the Synergy, coming home this Friday afternoon. As I said, it'll take a while to get there. In the meantime, it is now safe to open the windows." At each seat mounted closest to the wall, the window shields came open, allowing the children a good look out. There wasn't much to see; the Earth was behind them, after all.
"That ought to keep them busy for at least five minutes," the Felinzi said, her voice a deep purring sound. "Eriin has been bad at introductions again."
"Zoot!" Eriin said. "I'm sorry. M'Leja and Fahr, meet Emily. Emily, M'Leja and Fahr. Together, the three of us are going to be your student guides. I'm glad you two could make it."
"Me, too," M'Leja said. "Although I'm really surprised at how few people they have teaching in those schools." She looked at Emily carefully. 'If there were more than eight people in a class I ever took, I can't remember it."
"Warehouses," Fahr said. "That's what they are, really. Warehouses for the children, warehouses for the elderly, and all the people in between do the mechanical crap necessary to keep their antiquated culture alive." He smiled apologetically. "I won't say that to your students, Emily."
"Sometimes, I think you're right… "
"Fahr," he reminded her.
"Miss Broderbundt?" one of her students called. "I don't feel so good."
Eriin sprinted to the boy's side. "Motion sickness," he said, looking up at Emily. "It'll keep happening as the gravitational shifts start tossing their stomachs around. Right now, the interior cabin is perpendicular to the axis of travel, which means that as along as we maintain some kind of acceleration, their stomachs will stay in the right direction. But for about two hours, we'll be at no acceleration, and your students will have a couple of upset stomachs."
She nodded. He had been right. It would be a long flight.
The doorbell chimed softly. At least, she hoped it was the doorbell. "Is someone at the door?" she asked aloud. She listened for a moment. "Gabriel, is someone at the door?"
"Yes. It is Eriin."
She rose painfully to her feet and made her way to the door. She turned the doorknob and opened it. "Hello?"
"I came to see how you were doing, Emily. You looked very tired when we finally closed all the doors on your students. It would look bad on my record if you were to collapse. My job is to be your second hand." He looked down at the tables. "May I sit?"
"What? Oh, yes, please. You've been wonderful, Eriin."
He collapsed into a chair. She followed his example. "Sorry, don't mean to be rude. I'm just tired."
"And well you should be. It probably hasn't even occurred to you that you're 380 thousand miles from your planet."
Emily froze. "Space… " She inhaled the word. "I'm in outer space."
"The final frontier, the undiscovered country, the last great adventure, yadda yadda yadda." He chuckled.
She looked at him with surprise. "How can you be so cavalier?"
He looked puzzled for a second, then smiled. "How can I not be? I've been here before. I've been stuck in this can for nearly six months."
She laughed. "I guess you have. I didn't think of it that way."
"Our ships are just now breaking twenty times the speed of light. Even at that speed, it's two and a half months to get here."
"And that much to get home again." She sighed. "Are your family with you?"
"No, I'm afraid not. My son is growing with his mother. We didn't get along, his mother and I, really."
"I'm sorry."
"Me, too." Eriin sighed and closed his eyes.
"How old are you, Eriin?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because, well, because Pendorians are supposed to live a long time," she said. "I just wanted to know."
"How old are you, Emily?"
"I'm thirty-six years old."
He laughed. "I'm eleven."
"What?" she asked. "That's impossible. You're full grown!"
"You must remember, about a decade ago, the Tleils of the Mephits? I was one of those. I'm one of the oldest Mephits there are, and I'm just eleven years old. I was born into an adult body and with a full set of memories, but no experiences to bring them up. I've just been learning for the past decade what it means to be me. We call that incorporation shock. One of the things I did to learn about me was to mate with a lot of the wrong people. My son came from one of those."
She felt the sadness inside him as he spoke. She wanted to say something to ease his pain. "I'm sorry. You still haven't found anyone right for you?"
"Not really. I don't expect to, either. Not for a long time. I've had a couple of friends who were also lovemates, and they're still friends. But nothing really clicked." He put his hands over his eyes, resting his hand on his muzzle. "Oh, Fah, listen to what I've done now. I'm not supposed to be telling you this stuff."
"Why not?" Emily asked. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"A glass of chocolate milk," he said with a grin.
"I thought chocolate was poisonous to you."
"It's a mild poison to Felinzi, much the same way as alcohol is to you. But they drink it anyway for the flavor and the taste, they're just more careful about it than you or I have to be."
She nodded, rising from her table to the food dispenser, requesting what he had asked for and brought it back. "You still didn't answer my question."
"Which one?"
"Why aren't you supposed to be telling me 'all that stuff?'" She tilted her head from side to side as she quoted him, smiling.
He grinned back. "Because… because it's personal stuff, and I'm not supposed to be getting personal. I'm a professional ambassador training to work with children here. Besides, I talked about sex. I'm not supposed to talk about that, remember? It'll give you the wrong impression."
"I've already got the wrong impression," she said. He gave her a quick glance, and she gave him a reassuring smile in return, followed by a fierce blush. Followed yet further by a wide yawn. "Sorry."
He finished off the glass. "I should go. Most of your students are asleep, and I should be too." He stood up. "Just wanted to check in and make sure you're okay."
"I'm okay," she replied. "Goodnight, Eriin. Thanks for talking with me."
"It's my job," he replied with a wave. The door closed behind him.
After assuring Eriin that she had slept well ("Like a log." "How do logs sleep?"), Emily found herself herding an even smaller group of sixteen students through the zero-gravity recreation section of the starship. Buried deep within the rotating craft, the cylindrical spaces near the ship's nominal 'front' were sectioned off for a variety of purposes, one of which was sheer exercise. And goofing off.
"How can he run in here?" one of her students asked, pointing to a tall human who was effectively running around inside the space.
"He's creating his own gravity," Eriin said. "Each time he takes a step forward, he pushes himself this way." Eriin demonstrated with his hand, showing a straight line. "But the floor does this." With his other hand under the first, he showed the curving wall coming. "As they move this way, they come together, his feet and the wall. As long as he's careful to correct his tilt, he can keep doing that all day. Or until he gets tired."
"That's how everything on the ship works," one of the younger girls explained.
"That's right," Eriin said. "Very good. Now, you're free to fly around in here for an hour or so. We have a lifeguard on duty watching you, so no roughhousing. There will be other students along in a short while."
Emily took a few tentative pulls along the walls, then finally decided to take a deep breath. She pushed away from the wall. Her mind interpreted the enormous distance between her and the far bulkhead as height, and she was more than a little surprised when she did not immediately fall down and die. She closed her eyes. Her body felt still, comfortable. The children were making noise nearby, but it was all laughter. There were no shouts of anger and recrimination– yet. They would come eventually. They always did. But for now she could enjoy the sensation– the first time in her life– of being completely and totally free. She floated. She felt peaceful.
"Miss Broderbundt!" The voice pulled her out of her reverie. "He's pulling on my hair."
"I did not! I mean, I'm sorry! I was just trying to get to the wall."
She sighed and uncurled herself from her thoughts. Back to duty.
"Checking up on me again?" she asked.
"Just want to know how your day went," Eriin said. "Fahr mentioned that one of your students got sick all over you at dinner."
She grunted. "They do that. Each floor of this ship is at a different gravity. How does anyone ever get used to that?"
"You do, eventually," he said. "You seemed to enjoy the zero-gravity room this afternoon."
She smiled tiredly. "Actually, I did. I'd like to do that again sometime."
"We could go now," he suggested. He took out his ubiquitous clipboard and examined it. "Number six is empty right now. I could reserve it. Doesn't look like anyone else wants it for at least a couple of hours."
She looked at him, hard. "The children?"
"M'Leja has the current shift. We can go without anyone knowing."
She was sure it was just an innocent offer. That didn't still her uneasiness, or her desire to go again to the zero- gravity room. She nodded. "Okay. Let's go."
"Just a second. There. Room reserved for two hours."
"We're not going to be there that long," she objected.
"You could fall asleep. Your eyes look pretty heavy, Emily." She closed her eyes and found they didn't want to open again. When she did open her eyes, she saw him smiling. "Come on. I'll make sure you get back to your cabin for a good night's sleep."
She nodded. He opened the door and led her through the ship to an elevator. A voice told her in English that she should be aware of the lowering gravity as the elevator ascended.
The elevator stopped deep in the core of the ship where the gravity seemed to be the lowest. A loud, deep metallic sound rang in the elevator as it had early that morning, and with a lurch she felt herself suddenly free from the pull of gravity. "We're here," Eriin said. The door opened onto a curved hallway that seemed to stretch forward for a great distance. "Two doors ahead," he said.
She floated upwards to the door he pointed. The symbol on the door looked a lot like a letter 'p' with two rounded tops side-by-side. "Six?"
He nodded, sliding his hand over the control. The door slid open. She pulled herself into the room. "It's darker than it was this morning."
"It's night," Eriin explained. "It's also warmer. Since we can't carry enough water to really afford hot tubs, this is the local equivalent. It's about as peaceful, at any rate."
"Mmmm," Emily sighed as she floated into the middle of the room. Reaching the far wall, she bounced off and came to a halt. "You're not like my cat. She hates water."
"Oh, I love hot tubs. But these are fun, too. I'm going to turn the drifters on. If you're off the walls, they'll keep you from drifting into them, unless you want to. They're just small air jets. You'll probably never notice them." She nodded. "You'll be fine in here. I'll look in on you in a little bit. If you need me, just call Gabriel and I'll be here as fast as I can."
She turned to look at him, putting her body into a slow spin as she did so. "Whoops."
"Careful," he said. "Rotation is what really upsets your stomach if you're not prepared for it. Anyway, see you in a little bit." He closed the door and left her without giving her a chance to thank him.
Alone, she stretched out this time, putting every muscle under tension momentarily before letting it all come back with a great sigh. Drifting unsupported in the center of the cylindrical room, no more than twelve feet wide and maybe twenty long, she felt the warmth finally penetrate her body and her face. The room felt almost too warm for her. She wanted to be free of her clothes.
The very idea bothered her. Eriin could come back at any moment. The idea of taking her clothes off in a room this large likewise disturbed her. She had never taken her clothes off anyplace larger than her bedroom and this place was huge. It felt like a public space, even if she did have it all to herself at the moment. Yet the idea did have its appeal. If someone caught her naked he would probably be a Pendorian, people who as far as she could tell weren't in the habit of making a great fuss about naked bodies.
She made her decision, tossing off her shoes and socks, pants and blouse, finally bra and panty. She bundled them all into the seat of her pants and pulled her belt tight, hoping that would keep them all in one place for the rest of the day. She tossed the bundle away from her gently, hoping that she wouldn't create too much opposite reaction that would push her towards the wall.
She closed her eyes and let her body drift out. Her limbs stretched out to their most comfortable position, the muscles reaching the point of least tension, the least pull of one against the other in her arms and her legs. Finally, she just drifted in the low light.
Eriin seemed to be awfully nice to her. She knew that part of that resulted from his sense of duty; he had come here to learn about humans– Terrans, she corrected herself– and his apparent specialty, Terran children. In that regard, he did very well, but then she couldn't imagine Pendorian children differing that much from their Terran counterparts.
She liked him. Part of her hoped she could stay in touch with him after this whole experience had ended and she had returned to her duties as a grade school teacher in a Pittsburgh suburb. And part of her realized that she still did not know what he felt like. Every once in a while over the course of the past two days she had caught herself staring at him, wondering if his fur felt anything like her last cat's. He always wore long-sleeve shirts and full-length pants, which covered up everything except his head and hands.
She drifted, thinking of Eriin.
The voice reached her through a hazy wall of fatigue and relaxation. "Emily?" she heard again, and finally blinked, opening her eyes.
He smiled at her. "You fell asleep. You've been in here for nearly an hour and a half."
"It was so… " She looked at him and realized she could see his bare chest of black, black fur shot through with the random, single white strand here and there. "You're naked."
"Correction. You're naked. I have shorts on. Although if there weren't Terrans on board, I probably wouldn't be wearing them, either."
She glanced downward at her brown skin and his lanky, furred body. He was right; he wore shorts, blue ones with green triangles, but her clothes had drifted away to a far corner of the room. She quickly covered her body with her hands, trying to hide what he had clearly already seen. He chuckled, guileless. "Should I get your clothes?"
"If you would."
He took her by the shoulders and turned her around towards her clothes. His touch burned against her skin; it aroused memories of David, the good memories of him. It made her want more, but with a gentle shove to the middle of her back, he sent her sailing away from him. When she reached them, she stopped up against one of the handholds set into the wall and turned to see him in the opposite side of the room. "Newton's law of opposites," he called as he launched himself off the wall. She watched as he soared through the room, completely at ease in his environment, and came to a graceful halt on the wall less than a yard away from her. "Fortunately, the ship's a closed system."
She looked at the bundle in her hands and tugged at the belt to get it open. "You are very pretty, Emily." She tugged harder, blushing. He didn't notice and continued speaking. "It's a shame you Terrans try to hide your loveliness and your variety. Even when you dress, you all dress the same. Men are worse than women. They like seeing that every other man is dressed like them, everyone else's advantages and disadvantages hidden."
She stopped tugging at the belt. "I didn't bring any clothing other than what I wear at work." She looked at him critically. He hung in the air only a few feet away, his long fur rolling in waves with every motion. Out of his clothing, she saw that he had an average physique, nothing particularly too muscular or too skinny. Handsome, really. His tail shook out behind him, waving with his motions too. He had big feet, though. Large hands as well.
"That's what I mean. You bring with you what you need to function, not what you need to really enjoy yourself. Of course, you don't need clothes to enjoy yourself sometimes."
She had half-expected a comment like that from him eventually. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"No, not particularly. Oh, I see where I spoke wrong. I meant that you don't need any particular dress to enjoy many of the things life offers, even on a cramped spaceship like the Synergy." He looked her over as she floated along side him. She still held her bundled clothes. "I might ask if you're trying to make yourself… seducible? Seductable?"
"I don't know, either. And I teach English!" He laughed with her. "And no, I don't think I am. Why?"
He shook his head. "Nothing, really. You just seemed vulnerable a couple of times when we've talked. I felt that I wanted to hug you and tell you that you would make it through the day."
She found herself wanting to accept. And part of her wanted to flee, to run, to go back to her comfortable, lonely life 384,000 miles away. She pushed away from the wall and drifted towards him.
When her body ghosted against his, she felt him stiffen, then ease. His arms closed around her back. His wonderfully luxurious fur stroked against her skin in ways her brain failed to put description to. It caressed her body, like the flesh underneath it, yet the touch of his hands upon her back burned in promises she hadn't even asked for and didn't know if he'd extended. He sighed softly, the sound loud in her ears. "You humans are so unused to letting yourself go beyond relaxing."
She giggled. The sound rang peculiar to her hearing. She hadn't made a sound like that in nearly two years. "I know how to relax."
"Yes, but do you know how to loaf?" he replied. "Relaxing is what you do to rest and prepare for your efforts tomorrow. Loafing is doing something completely unproductive just because it feels good."
"I never thought of it that way."
"I have." He pushed her away so he could look at her. "This is just a friendship, Emily. I've been worried about you. You seem so stressed out."
She nodded. "I have been." Her fingers strayed through the fur on his chest and belly. "So soft."
"And your skin, so dark and smooth." His fingers stroked along her sides, tickling her gently. She made small noises. He pulled her closer once more until they were face to face. She recognized the moment and accepted it, pulling him close as well. She wondered for a brief moment what his mouth would feel like, what it would taste like. Then she found out.
He tasted as she would expect from any man, but his muzzle felt completely different from anything she had ever felt; a wide tip of a mouth but of the wrong shape to a man's. When she parted her lips he did as well. When their tongues met the similarities outweighed the differences once more. He kissed like a man, but gently, carefully, taking his time, letting her take her time.
As her body pressed against his, Emily couldn't ignore the hardness growing between his legs. She could feel his solid erection against her midriff. Curiosity took the better of her and she let her hand drift down. She found his cock waiting stiff against his belly, and when she touched it his body shuddered momentarily and he let out a soft moan. "Emily…"
"Let me see it," she asked. He didn't reply. She looked down, maneuvering carefully. It looked like a penis. Uncircumcised, with a furry sheathing near the base of the shaft, and with an odd, mottled coloration compared to its human counterparts, it still didn't look very alien.
Curiosity still running, she leaned closer until she eyed it from only a few inches away. Then she closed the distance, taking the head into her mouth. "Emily!" Eriin gasped.
Unless he actively tried to push her away, she didn't take his gasp as a warning sign. Quite the opposite. She knew what she was doing; David had more than once complimented her on this particular skill. The fact that Eriin was going to be the first lover she took since her divorce didn't bother her at all. As her decisions gave rise to abandoned inhibitions, she put everything she could into what she gave Eriin.
Her hands gripped his butt. She found herself gripping hard, her hands slipping on the fur. He put his hands on her shoulder, but only to keep her from drifting away on her withdrawal.
His cock felt hot in her mouth. She paused with the solid head against her tongue and closed her eyes. She could feel his cock throbbing gently. She could take his pulse from her current position. The head of his cock felt smooth; it had almost a slick, oily sensation to it. The shaft likewise felt smooth, although more like delicate skin than the head. She couldn't get away from the comparisons; David's cock had had so many prominent veins she once described it as gnarled. As for size, she couldn't tell if any difference existed. Eriin's cock felt as large as she recalled her ex-husband's. David had probably been average.
She worked at Eriin's cock slowly, regaining the sensation and the skills that had lain dormant for so many months. The head of his cock slid into the back of her throat and she accepted it, worrying momentarily that she might not be able to take him without choking. She managed. With his hands on her shoulders, she felt safe freeing one hand from its grip on his butt to take a better grip on the base of his cock.
"Stop," he whispered. "I'd rather go longer than I will if you keep that up."
She smiled. He pulled her back up until they were again face-to-face. "My turn," he whispered, and kept sliding her upwards until his head rested between her legs. "So lovely," he whispered. "And such a bright contrast to your dark skin!" He leaned forward and kissed her mound. She shivered.
David had never done this. Well, almost never. He certainly hadn't enjoyed it all that much. Eriin, on the other hand, gently parted her pubic hair with his hands before pressing that triangular muzzle up against her cunt. He gently nuzzled his way from side to side, his tongue reaching out to caress her inner lips, pressing his way into her warming core. Her body responded. She felt her cunt flood almost instantly with wetness, more than she would have expected.
When Eriin's tongue found her clitoris she moaned a soft "Oh!" to let him know he'd done the right thing. His arms wrapped around her thighs and held him in place as his tongue flickered across her clitoris, making her feel things she hadn't felt in too, too long. Involuntary moans escaped her; shudders ran through her. His tongue would slide slowly, left and right and up and down, over her clit, never quite leaving it along, but never quite trying to lead her anywhere. Her body went where it wanted to, and right now it wanted to get to an orgasm.
The shudders ran through her stronger, making her hips jerk without her wishing. She worried about dislodging him. If he became separate from her in the zero gravity of this room they would have to reach a wall and join back up again and by that time the mood might have broken. She couldn't allow that. She needed him. Her hands gripped his arms to provide one more anchor. The muscles under his fur felt powerful under her palms.
His tongue pressed a little firmer and her body responded just a little stronger. Strong enough. The sounds reaching her ears came from her lips, but she hadn't heard them in so long she almost didn't know what they meant. The sounds thrilled her. Her body tightened, wound up by Eriin's kisses and licks. Her body wanted to curl up more and more, until finally it couldn't wait anymore. The winding inside her snapped and her climax went off with a loud moan, muffled only by her biting her lower lip hard.
Eriin's tongue took another careful swipe across her cunt. Pleasure so strong it screamed made her back tighten again. "No!" she gasped. "Too strong, Eriin. Please." He heard her and backed away. Her grip still tight on his arms, she pulled him up to her.
The fur around his muzzle was plastered with her juices. "You're wet," he said. "It tastes good."
She smiled and pulled him closer. "Ooh! You're good!"
He laughed softly in her arms. "So are you. So wonderful!"
She felt his erection once again pressed against her belly. She didn't speak a word, but instead pressed him down just enough to get him pointed in the right direction. He got the idea and, holding his cock, positioned it against her cunt. Together, they worked to complete their joining. She felt the head of his cock press against her lips and then make its way into her body. It slid within her until it could go no further. "You…" she gasped. "Wonderful."
"Hot," he agreed. "You know, though," he said, looking into her eyes, "This is supposed to be the hardest way to make love."
"Why?" she asked.
"Because we have to do all the work, both in and out." He chuckled and let her drift downwards until she was at a square angle to him. His hands felt firm on her thighs, but that strength was nothing compared to the firm thrust he gave to his already buried cock, pushing her away from him, and then his arms pulling her back, his cock thrusting into her again. His chest and bellyfur tickled the backs of her thighs; the fur on his hips pressed against her ass. And his cock, his wonderful cock, filled and emptied and filled her again. And again. She felt deliriously happy with this hard, thrusting man paying attention to her. Her body jolted with his every thrust. She could lift her head and see his face… just. His eyes were closed, his muzzle open. His thrusting became hard, demanding, hitting her cervix but in just the right way and just the right time, it felt so good. He had never looked more animal nor felt more wonderful than he did right then. Her body responded to his thrusting so well, so wonderfully. And when he came the shout of his joy was joined by her own growl of pleasure.
She gasped again as he slid out, collecting her back into his arms. "Thank you," he gasped.
"Thank you," she replied. "That was incredible."
He smiled. "Yeah, it was. Come on. It's late. You have to take your students home tomorrow."
She felt dazed. "Can I sleep on the flight?"
He chuckled. "I'm sure we'll find time for you to do that."
With a soft roar, the Dragon lifted away from the Synergy and headed back for the Earth, for Pittsburgh in midwinter, and for a life of normality. After four days in space, and her experience with Eriin, Emily felt more than ready to return to her old life. As she wrapped her arms around herself and stared out the big window in the transport ship lounge, she couldn't help but stare out at the stars and wonder. "Specie for your thoughts."
She laughed softly, recognizing Eriin's voice. "I think there are maybe, maybe, a couple thousand people on Earth who speak English who know what a 'specie' is."
"It means 'coin,' doesn't it?"
She nodded. "But nobody I know ever uses it. It's an old word, falling out of our language." She could see his reflection in the glass behind her. He stood a little taller than she did, still, and he wore a long, flowing cloak over his form, closed with a clasp at his left shoulder. "Remember when you told me you were eleven?" He nodded. "I looked it up last night. The Mephit Tleiling was in 1987– only ten years ago. January first, in fact. Not a date you'd be likely to forget. It was less than a month ago. You're one of those mixed-realm sentients, aren't you?"
"Does that bother you?" he asked.
She didn't turn around. "I don't know. I watched you all morning. I can't figure out if there's anything different about you, something that feels like– like you're not a person."
"On Pendor, I am a person."
She looked at his image in the glass. He still had that same peaceful beauty she had seen at the beginning of this trip. He hadn't changed at all. "How did you happen? Where did you come from?"
Eriin paused for a second. "When Shardik makes a new species, there are a few test-runs, a few where the brain isn't quite right and doesn't function, or where the endocrine system isn't balanced right. It's an ugly job. I hope you're pro- choice." She nodded, briefly. "Of those, he took two whose bodies looked right and implanted special robotic minds into them. I'm one of those. I was supposed to help my species come to grips with itself. But I was decanted too closely to the real decanting, and I came out as screwed up as my brothers and sisters. There's no difference between them and me, except that my brain is made up of crystals and theirs is made up of… squishy grey stuff."
She shivered. "Do you really have a son?"
"Yes, I really have a son. We named him Gawain. Maybe someday you might get a chance to meet him." He sighed. "Then again, maybe not."
Now she turned to look at him. "Why last night, Eriin?"
He looked puzzled. "For all the reasons Pendorians always do that sort of thing, Emily. It was a nice thing to do for a friend who…" He looked around. "Who needed a hug."
"You gave me more than that."
"You seemed to want more than that." He paused. "Are you going to turn me in? Report me to my commander? Go on Geraldo?" She gave him a peculiar glance. "My memory is better than most. I've studied your popular media. Pretty frightening stuff sometimes. But, Emily, I'm not any different than you are. I'm just a person trying to figure out where he fits in the great scheme of things."
He stood before her, his hands open, his face trying to explain. She didn't know what to say, what she could express. She had felt betrayed that morning when she had figured out that he wasn't a Tleil at all, but something else. But her body had borne the warm memories of a night with a living, breathing man. Between those two she hadn't been able to reconcile truth. Now she could. And looking into his face she could see that he needed to know that she didn't resent his not telling her. Finally she just said, "I believe you."
He smiled. Then he nodded. "I believe you, too."
She laughed. "Thanks."
"What are you going to do, now?"
"I don't know. But I realized that I should probably get out more often when I'm back home." She bit her lower lip, reacting sharply when she felt the bite marks there from last night. "I'm going to have to give interviews to the local press when I get back." She closed her eyes. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that."
"The life of one of the chosen ones," he chuckled.
"My students are probably wondering where we are."
"Then you had better go join them. I'll come down in a little bit, when it won't appear… unseemly."
"Thanks." She reached the elevator, turned, and looked at him. "I mean it."
"I know you do. You're welcome."


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The scope of this journal has various aspects of science in the field of Vocational Health, such as radiology, traditional medicine, medicinal laboratory technology, occupational health and safety, and dental laboratory technique. Journal of Vocational Health Studies accepts submission from all over the world. All accepted articles will be published on an open-access basis and will be freely available to all readers with worldwide visibility and coverage.
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Journal of Vocational Health Studies (J.Voc.HS) publish with a frequency of 3 (three) times a year in March, July, and November.
Journal of Vocational Health Studies published by Department of Health, Faculty of Vocational Health Studies, Universitas Airlangga.
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Average high for September was 68.9 (20.5)
Now I figure our theomoniter been off about 20 degrees and I would estimate the average low was some place in the 40's (4.4)
Rainfall for my neck of the woods is 4 inches (10.6)
Usual part of my monthly weather report I like to have links to new blogs I've visit during the month. But with the issue of not having a computer.
But in October I'm taking part in two blogsphere events, general links to each event below.
First one is call UBC or if you want to mumble "Ultimate Blog Challenge" Every day In October you blog and leave a link over at UBC facebook page.....I'll copy and paste instrttion which will simplefy things....First, post your daily challenge blog post url in the group as its own status to participate in the UBC. If you participate in this optional comment chain then add your daily url and immediately comment on the two blog posts above your post in this chain
I know I've talk about the on going of Samhain siren. Here is today recipe. It sure does look easy enough. But on my pototo soup I like a little bit more paza.
Kate slow cook pototo soup
1 (5 lb bag) potatoes..cut into small cubes
1 lb bacon, cooked and crumbled. ½ goes in the slow cooker, ½ save as a topper
3 (14.5oz) cans chicken broth
1 can cream of chicken soup
8 oz sour cream
Put all ingredients in crock-pot and cook for 8-10 hours on low.
*Great topped with shredded cheddar cheese, bacon crumbles and crackers!
Plus there is a drawing for free gift.
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Apple's Competitive Edge in Product Design
Every once in a while a new star is born, and thereafter, its lifespan is solely dependent on the amount of light it emits. In the world of technology, these stars wouldn't amount to anything unless they cater to the needs of prospective customers. The status of 'star' is instantly granted to a company the moment their product perfectly syncs with their customers' expectations. By managing to deliver a perfect combination of design and performance back in 2007, Apple Inc. revolutionized the way we interact with technology today.
The secret to Apple's success is the fact that it was the only IT company of its time to hire designers on a par with engineers because they understood the importance of a good design well ahead of time, when companies like Nokia and Blackberry were still launching complex products. Apple spent a large amount of resources brainstorming new ideas on how to make everything simpler, to enable them to reach out to each and every age group and create a product that is well-adjusted to their needs.
This they achieved with a simple User Interface (UI) design, featuring a magnificent bezel-less glass and aluminum uni-body design, with only 4 keys instead of a cluttered keyboard. It was a passion for design at the very top, and if Steve Jobs didn't care about design, we would still be using those monotonous devices which only catered to tech-savvy businessmen.
Yes, I'm talking about the ubiquitous iPhone.
However, the launch of the iPhone is not Apple's single most revolutionary achievement. The tech giant has managed to introduce some of the most incredible devices in the past as well; the birth of Lisa (the first GUI-based personal computer from Apple launched in 1980s) and the introduction of the iPod back in 2001 defined the vision of this company and introduced a new level of competition in the market. The iPhone 4 was the first mobile device of its time not to include a user's manual in their product packaging simply because its design was so descriptive and user-friendly that a child could learn to use it even before he/she uttered their first words.
Apple's love for design has allowed them to enjoy a tenacious period of success and currently they have 178 billion dollars of cash in hand. Apple opted for Expert Centered Design as opposed to User Centered Design. They do refine features of their released products based on feedback from users, but they never ask for it before finishing version 1.0. They can adopt this approach probably because most companies don't have a lot of core talent, but Apple ensures they hire people with a refined taste and love for a solid design. The prevalence of this love for design at all organizational levels is what has enabled Apple to deliver some of the best consumer products of this century.
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Derrick Walker had his first acting role as (Boy) in The Drunkard together with his
Mother and Stepfather at the age of 10.
After that followed parts in several childrens productions.
He studied tradtional drama and improvisation under Daniel Caldwell. Studied acting,
sports and music in high school and two years at The College of Marin. After college he
started playing blues music professionally.
Derrick (acted, danced and played harmonica) in the first European production of the
Broadway musical Big River,
(Wrote one song) and appeared as himself in Marianne Goldman's, Freud flyttar
hemifrån, Sandrew Film 1991
His most resent film appearances are...
The Hive's music video, Go Right Ahead, produced by Team Tony - Bold Faces 2012
(The Chief) in J-Son's video Mr.Feelgood, Carnivale Pictures AB 2012
(The Cool Old Guy dancing) in Panetoz video Dansa Pausa, Blue Grass production 2012
(Melvin clarinet player) The Stig-Helmer Story,Viking Film 2012
(Singer actor) in Robert Gustafson 3tr, Jarowskij Film 2012
(Actor) in It Happened in Sköndal, Folke Film 2012
(Passenger) in movie Cockpit, Garage Film 2012
(Ticket buying passenger) in Ont Blod, Filmlance 2012
Ericson web comercial How Come, House of Radon 2012
(Singing and playing Saxophone) in film Noir Despair by Malga Kubiak 2012
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I am posting this blog very late today, mostly because I have been asleep most of the day.
On and off. On and off. Mostly off.
A couple of times when I was briefly awake, I tried to transcribe a long conversation I had recorded for a blog in which the person I was talking to was, in effect, committing professional suicide in front of my ears. They had suggested the chat to me.
I am only about a third of the way through transcribing it. I am not at all sure that blog will ever see the light of day.
I was woken up by a phone call.
"Just write a paragraph," the person suggested.
Easier said than done if your brain is dead.
Anyway… here are three paragraphs, all by other people. All North Americans.
Here is a communication from this blog's occasional Canadian correspondent Anna Smith (always a good standby):
"It is just a photo of the elderly woman on the seat in front of me on the bus….her mohair coat lit by the sun… I thought she looked interesting… though she didn't go to the art gallery and strip or anything… I went out for lunch in a grot cafe type place and overheard a man speaking with intelligent outrage about a new law…The man, who was around my age, turned out to be a former stripper who had won the title of Mr Nude World in 1985…"
Here is something American comedian Scott Capurro said during his recent chat show with Jim Davidson:
"We had Michael Barrymore on the show years ago and it was after all those things had happened and he was living in a bedsit in Ealing, driving a small car. He said his neighbours were all young professionals. They didn't know who he was – just an old guy in a bedsit. And this is someone who, when I came over to Britain in the 1990s, was a huge TV star. So talented. So much to give."
And here is a repeated query from American comedian Lewis Schaffer:
"What have you heard? Was I funny? Was I funny?"


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More Power to Women – A Woman's Day Special
न रुकेंगे न झुकेंगे
हम तो बस आगे बढ़ेंगे.
हमारी आवाज़ न थमेगी न छुपेगी ,
अब तो हर तरफ और ज़ोर से गूंजेगी.
As the world changes, so do the challenges faced by women. In an increasingly digital world, women do not just experience violence on the streets and in their homes, women also experience violence and abuse online.
Research conducted by Amnesty International last year, revealed that online violence against women has a silencing effect on women and violates their right to freedom of expression. Women who have faced online abuse reduce their presence online and stop posting content that expresses their opinion on certain issues.
However, the first step to ending violence against women, online or offline, is to break the silence!
औरतों पर हिंसा के खिलाफ अब आवाज़ उठानी है
एक दुसरे का हाथ थाम अब
ज़ुल्म की ये दास्तान, ख़त्म हमें करवानी है!
And so, this International Women's Day, we are celebrating women's voices and calling on everyone to do the same.
Her Story
In the lead up to International Women's Day, we reached out to women with various identities across India, who had faced abuse online. Lawyers and librarians, Muslims, Hindus and atheists, Dalits, homemakers and activists, had all faced some kind of abuse online. These women pledged their support for women's voices online and shared these photos of themselves.
We all know women who have experienced abuse online. Just because it happens online does not make it any less real. It is time we take this issue seriously.
Kiruba Munusamy is an advocate practicing in the Supreme Court of India. She is a social, political and judicial activist, who strives for social justice and works towards eliminating all forms of discrimination, oppression and inequality.
As someone who has faced online abuse, she recently shared her thoughts on this issue with our Gender Based Violence team.
"The mental agony that a woman undergoes after an abuse, harassment or trolling is not lesser than any other form of violence.
Online violence against women is equally dangerous as real life physical violence as it eventually makes women disappear by completely removing their existence from the virtual world. Restricting virtual voices of women is not only an extended form of oppression but a threat to the very basic human right of expression and opinion of women.
I believe the first step towards peace is elimination of violence against women, especially online, as it simply exhibits the intolerance towards women's right to hold opinions and her right of personal liberty."
Gurmehar Kaur, currently a third year English literature student of Lady Shri Ram College in Delhi was a regular college student, until one day, when the opinions she posted online made her a target for online abuse and those who wanted to silence her voice.
"I had two choices before me, either let the online violence silence me, or use the platform to amplify my cause. I chose the latter." said Gurmehar in a recent interview with our Gender Based Violence team.
Read the full interview here.
Looking Ahead
To every woman everywhere, we salute you.
In the recent months, the momentum for women's rights has been going strong. We have to keep it going, we must work harder, shout louder and campaign bigger to uproot entrenched inequality that women still face today.


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Friday, August 09, 2019 1:00 am
Gun violence calls for many urgent steps
Dr. Woody Myers
Do something.
That was the plea Monday in Dayton. And the day before in El Paso. And before that in Gilroy, and before that in many other communities across the country.
Our country is in pain. Our nation is in shock.
Gun violence in America is an epidemic – more dangerous than Ebola, because proximity is not required and death can be transmitted from hundreds of yards away. And the precursors to this epidemic are easily spread in online chat rooms in all 50 states and from overseas.
We are not the only country that struggles with violent racists, domestic abusers or psychotic killers. But we are the only country where this keeps happening. Why? Because we are the only advanced country with widespread and easy access to weapons of war. And with weapons of war, everything is worse.
In Dayton, law enforcement did its job in 30 seconds, which with an assault rifle and a 100-round magazine in the hands of a coward is all it takes to cost American lives.
Mental illness can create psychopaths who are still today, even after Sandy Hook, easily able to find guns and ammunition and to kill at will. Anger and frustration and hate can create sociopaths who are still today, even after Columbine, easily able to find guns and ammunition and to murder.
And we in Indiana are not in any way immune. Dayton is about 40 miles from Indiana. And Chicago, touching the Indiana border, just had its worst weekend of gun violence this year with seven dead and 52 wounded, some of whom still desperately cling to life.
A governor has no higher duty than to help protect the citizens of the state. And that protection is required before, during and after gun violence.
Stronger federal gun laws (like mandatory background checks) are important, but not the only answer. Better systems to identify and to report those at high risk for committing mass murder (like law enforcement monitoring of online threats and "cooling off" periods and screening of those accused of domestic violence) before they can purchase firearms are important, but, again, not the only answer.
Research to better understand and to better predict the factors leading to gun violence is vitally important as well, but is limited by what is called the Dickey Amendment, which hinders our health agencies like the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention from conducting the research we desperately need.
This epidemic will require far more than thoughts and prayers. What we need, more than ever, now, is the immediate and active collaboration between law enforcement and public health leaders, gun safety experts, psychologists and psychiatrists to "do something" – something more to solve the problems.
We need our state legislators and our mayors and our congressional representatives to cooperate effectively and urgently to determine what new steps we take at the local, state and federal levels to make it less likely that you and I and our friends and loved ones suffer like Dayton. Like El Paso. Like Chicago. Like Noblesville West Middle School. And like Indianapolis Martindale-Brightwood� where I grew up.
I am a gun owner. My dad gave me the shotgun he used when we went rabbit hunting together when I was a boy. Before he died, he gave me his favorite pistol. In the days when I had more time, I'd travel to target ranges with my other firearms. I personally took two of my five children to an approved gun safety class (and re-took it myself) before I'd allow them to handle weapons.
Gun ownership is a right, but it is a right that comes with local, state and federal requirements that must be met. Not everyone is capable of the enormous responsibility required. Gun safety is a societal responsibility. That is why we must have strong laws and effective monitoring to ensure that only those capable and accountable are in possession.
There is no one answer. There are many. It is not hopeless. We can do something more. And that is what leadership is all about – taking on tough problems, and finding solutions that work.
Dr. Woody Myers is former Indiana health commissioner and a 2020 candidate for the Democratic nomination for Indiana governor.
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Irish National Sailing School Principal Kenneth Rumball heads west this month to give a chat about his sailing career. All are welcome to Galway Bay Sailing Club on Wednesday,18th of January at 8pm. Here's what the Oranmore club can expect:
I still remember my first day sailing, it was a typical miserable so called 'summers day' in Sutton north of Dublin. Dad (Alistair Rumball) was helping to get a sailing school going over there. There was a group of us in shortie wetsuits and buoyancy aids freezing standing in chest deep water waiting for our turn to take command of probably a heavily reefed topper dinghy. I had already figured out what the tiller did and on the way to sailing that day had figured out what the piece of rope at the back did, apparently it made the boat go faster. I hopped in on my go, held the tiller and pulled on the rope, accelerated away and capsized! I was hooked!
From those early days it has been a whirlwind 22 years learning, teaching, racing and above all sailing a huge variety of boats including 420s, 49ers, Rs200s RS400s, Fireballs, J109s, J80s, the list is pretty endless. Taking the teaching from a hobby to a full profession and career has been an adventure in itself aiming to do it all better and faster than anybody can imagine.
Above all sailing has thoroughly taken over my life and if you would like to hear some of my experiences sailing dinghies around the cans or racing thoroughbred race boats offshore at the highest level or even hear what it is like to pursue a career in the industry.


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The culmination of more than fifteen years of photography by renowned photographer Greg Preston, this book is a living history of the men and women who have shaped the imaginations of countless millions of people around the world through their work in the fields of animated cartoons, comic books, comic strips, and editorial cartooning. The list of artists includes such luminaries as Frank Miller, Al Hirschfeld, Joe Barbera, Jack Kirby, Joe Simon, Moebius, Walter and Louise Simonson, and many more, all in photographs exclusive and shot expressly for this book.
• Interest in comics and the people who create them is at an all-time high, and this book provides a unique insider look at the women and men who create this uniquely American artform.
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You've heard about it an innumerable amount of times in your life, whether in school or on the television and the internet; the Big Bang. In an instant all of matter that ever was and will be burst into existence in a flash of light and debris so violent and explosive that it sent matter flying across the vastness of space. After billions and billions of years stars and planets formed and began rotating to create galaxies. One planet in particular stands out among all of the rest; our planet. Earth is born; life slowly creeps into existence, being built up and molded into the lifeforms that could best sustain themselves in the environments that they live in. Then human kind arrives.
Creationists and scientists alike argue over whether or not God did all of this, and on what timeline, but they waste their breath on arguments that hold no real significance to our lives. Those who have faith have no reason to be concerned about the minute details, and those who do not have faith look for answers that they will never find. Each of them arguing over which is right.
"What is your point, Joshua?" you might be wondering. This is my point: The amount of time that it took Him is of no importance, the fact that He did it is. Not only did He create us, in whatever way over how ever much time, but He created us in His image! That is not to say that God is some bipedal, balding bearded man, but rather that who we are is in Him! He is our identity, our hope, our strength! All that we are comes from Him!
When He said, "Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground." in GENESIS 1:26, He certainly was not talking about physical appearance, rather He was talking about power and wisdom and understanding!
Essentially saying, "Let us make mankind above everything else, so that they are strong and smart, and capable."
Somewhere along the line, after centuries upon centuries of halfhearted and double-minded teaching, we have gone from understanding that we are created in His image; one of power, glory, love, hope, and strength! We have traded these things for weakness, and struggles, and trials, and storms, forgetting that He has given us the power to halt the storms, and to overcome the trials!
I've said it before, and I will certainly say it again, God did not create us to be overcome! He created us to be overcomers!
"Beat your plowshares into swords and your pruning hooks into spears." He said, "Let the weakling say, 'I am strong!'" (JOEL 3:10)
He told us that, upon being born again, we are made into something new "created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness." (EPHESIANS 4:24)
Where did we turn away from this understanding? When did it become more important to us to struggle than to overcome? Why is that even a reality to us? The answer is simple; We make it so! We speak it into existence and give it life!
God is creation! It is what He does, and we are created in His image! We are able to create, alter, and command circumstances in our lives simply by how we speak and act! We are born again into power, not into powerlessness!
The evidence of this is in His Word, when He says that, "Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them." (MARK 11:23)
The power of God is manifested in us through His Holy Spirit, which was sent to us as a helper and a friend. It is an active and a driving force in our lives, and as long as we live according His ways it WILL be evident in our lives! It was not Paul, or Peter, or any of the other Apostles themselves that were able to heal and to do the things that they did; rather it was the Spirit in them, but they lived lives that were entirely devoted to God, and were not partially devoted to God and partially to the ways of the world.
You have to be careful where you tread when discussing this subject, otherwise you'll light a fire under someone's bed and start an argument, but the opinions of mankind do not overrule the truth of God! It was God Who said that He created us in His image, that "anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!" (2 Corinthians 5:17)
We have those that came before us as evidence of what the power of God can do in us and through us, and what our lives should look like; a life of power, and not one of weakness, and a life that is devoted to God and full of His glory! Like Paul said to the Hebrews, "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders us and the sin that so easily entangles us. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us," (HEBREWS 12:1)
We are told that, "With people it is impossible, but not with God; for all things are possible with God." (Mark 10:27) Why should the power of God be any less effective in and through us than it was in the Apostles? It was certainly a powerful force in the lives of the Apostles, so much so that even other men wrote of it in writings that were not a part of the Word of God, and that men and women would come from hundreds of miles away just to have even a second of time with these men or to touch their garments to be healed!
It was not that they were able themselves, but that the Spirit worked through them! Why is today any different than then? The year has changed, but the Word and the power of God is the same yesterday, today and forever! Time has nothing to do with the relevance and the impact of the Word and the power of God in our lives! He should be just as visible in us as He was in them!
So many say that they believe, but it is certainly not evident in their lives! They claim God, but they also claim defeat by things in their lives! They say that they love God, but they live like the world lives! They say that they know Him, but they do not keep His commands; whether out of their own opinion on what He is saying, or out of sheer rebellion! This is why His power is not evident! This why He is not seen and felt in the world around us!
When Christ came and sacrificed Himself, and rose again, He didn't only save us He also made us inheritors with Him! We are inheritors of the power and the glory of God, as much as we are of the kingdom! "Now if we are children, then we are heirs–heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory." (ROMANS 8:17) and "I am crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but it is Christ who lives in me." (GALATIANS 2:20) and we are also told that Christ makes His home in us, through faith (EPHESIANS 3:17)
If we say that we believe in God that we accept Christ into our hearts, then we must also understand that we are accepting the fullness of the power and the glory of God into us! It is not some of God's power, nor a fraction of His glory, but the fullness of!
He said that "He was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed." (ISAIAH 53:5) and to "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you." (MATTHEW 7:7).
He told us that "God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that always having all sufficiency in everything, you may have an abundance for every good deed;" (2 CORINTHIANS 9:8) If His power was not an active force in our lives we would certainly not be "sufficient in all things," nor would we "have an abundance for every good deed." This is a direct reference to the power of God working in us! We are given an assurance of this because what God promises, He is able to perform! (ROMANS 4:21) We are created to be a people who are wise, full of understanding and power!
I have heard so many arguments against God, based solely on one question; "If God exists then why doesn't He cure cancer, or feed the people who are starving in Africa, or stop violent storms from destroying homes and yadda yadda.."
The fact, the absolute biblical truth is that God gave US the ability to do just that! His people, performing His will, living righteous and perfect lives, full of the power and the glory of God!
The words, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." in PHILIPPIANS 4:13 are not figurative! He is telling us that, through Christ in us, we are capable of all things and incapable of nothing!
He wasn't speaking empty words when He told us "Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ." (1 PETER 1:13)
There's a reason He said that "What good is it, dear brothers and sisters, if you say you have faith but don't show it by your actions? Can that kind of faith save anyone?" (JAMES 2:14)
The evidence that destroys that argument against God, which says, "If God exists then why doesn't He cure cancer, feed the people who are starving in Africa, or stop violent storms from destroying homes," and so on, is in us!!
That is why He said, "Suppose you see a brother or sister who has no food or clothing, and you say, 'Good-bye and have a good day; stay warm and eat well' —but then you don't give that person any food or clothing. What good does that do? So you see, faith by itself isn't enough. Unless it produces good deeds, it is dead and useless." (JAMES 2:15-17)
Tell me, why would God send us forth to do anything without enabling to do everything?
There is not one reason, not one excuse that can justify the lack of obedience and action in those that would call themselves the "church!" Nothing aside from laziness, halfheartedness, and double-mindedness are to blame! It is all of these things, to say that you believe in a God Who can create the universe, save your soul, and defeat death but deny His ability to make you into something powerful! To do this is to deceive yourself!
The simple fact is that evil exists in this world! It is there, and it is active all of the time! We should be too! Where evil is, we should be there to cast it down! Where sickness is, we should be there to heal! Where sadness is, we should be there to comfort! Where there is need, we should be there to fulfill it!
We are responsible for being obedient to God in everything that we do, but also for living lives that fulfill the needs of those around us and make God evident to those who are lost in the world!
As long as you serve the world, and yourself, you can never expect to see the power of God as an active force in your life! He requires devotion! He doesn't ask for it, He demands it! There is no way around that, no thing that you can come up with that will lessen the devotion you are supposed to give! There is no opinion, no word, no thought, no teaching that could ever take away that truth!
It isn't about what we want God to be like, or what we want Him to be okay with! It does not work that way! We don't get to decide that! He commands, we obey! If we do this His power will certainly be active in our lives, if we do not then we should expect to receive anything from God!
He said that! "But he must ask in faith, without doubting, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord." (JAMES 1:7) Make no mistake, to be double-minded is to be mindful of God and the world! Christ said of this exact thing that, "You cannot drink the cup of the Lord and the cup of demons too; you cannot have a part in both the Lord's table and the table of demons." (1 CORINTHIANS 10:21)
Beloved we are more than weak and powerless! We are the children of God, full of His power and glory! Live a life that reflects that, as much as it reflects His love! You are not called to weakness, but to power! You are not called to shame, but to glory! You are born again, created in the likeness of God! You are capable of everything, and incapable of nothing! You are a child of the Most High, and if He lives in you then nothing can stand against you!


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Did You Mark the Bar Code's 60th?
As anniversarys go, a 60th isn't something to sneeze at. And last week marked the 60th Anniversary of the date of patent creation for the bar code.
According to this infographic from Wasp Barcode, Norman Joseph Woodland applied for a patent in 1949, for his "Classifying Apparatus and Method." But the actual bar code patent wasn't granted until the fall of 1952.
And it wasn't until 1974, that the first modern UPC was logged in a grocery store checkout using a bar code scanning system. Here are a few more things you might not know.
(Image courtesy of Wasp Barcode.)
Did you know?
- The first bar code had only four lines.
- Some early bar codes were round.
- In the science industry, researchers have mounted tiny bar codes on bees to track mating habits.
- The United States Army uses two-foot wide bar codes to keep track of boats in storage at West Point.
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An empty lantern provides no light. Self- care is the fuel that allows your light to shine brightly. -Unknown
This week you are getting the best of both girls… the band is back together! Although we aren't singing you a song, we sure are singing our thoughts around lots of hot topics and emotions that are in the air. Listen, everybody needs a day off, take yours and be unapologetic about it. Challenge yourself! Take a 24 hour break from social media and see what that does for you, your energy and your mood. Pay attention to the pros and cons, then, adjust your daily routine accordingly. This week we delve into our outlooks on relationships…of all kinds of relationships. You don't want to miss this conversation. Lawa-Na talks about dropping positive bombs all over her social media, while Nichole talks about buying an RV and hitting the road. Hear about the new books we are tapping into and lots more. We are wishing all of our listeners a safe and happy holiday this week!
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On June 14th Club member and Anne Croft and her Soropti'mister' David held "A summer evening of puddings & drinks" at their home in South Cerney. The evening was a fundraiser for CHYP
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Puddings of all kinds were donated by club members and guests enjoyed sampling as many as possible. The evening included the auction by David Croft of an original painting donated by local botanical artist Joan Lyons, and together with a raffle and ticket sales, the evening raised a total of over £1000 for CHYP. Anne Croft later revealed that she has obtained matched funding of £500 from Barclay's Bank in Cirencester, to be added to the proceeds. The club is grateful to the bank for its generous support.
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Has-been professional baseball player Morris Buttermaker (Thornton) is bribed by straitlaced lawyer (Hayden) to coach the Bears, a team of 12 bungling young ballplayers.
Buttermaker has to find a way to get them into a championship against their hated rivals, The Yankees, and their overbearing coach (Kinnear).
This is a remake of the 1976 film of the same name starring Walter Matthau and apparently bears very little difference to the original as they were both written by the same man, Bill Lancaster. Whereas Matthau played Buttermaker as a grumpy old man, Billy Bob Thornton plays him as a slightly toned down Bad Santa – it is a kid's film after all.
Thornton steals the show, giving another outrageous and hysterical performance this time as a womanizing, foul mouthed drunk of a coach, who detests children.
The kids, unknowns and non-actors, give as good as they get, giving Thornton a run for his money.
Most of the laughs come from the way Buttermaker treats his team – getting them to make him martinis with olives, taking them to a bar/restaurant called Hooters where the waitresses are well endowed and giving the young team the following sort of advice: "Baseball doesn't love you back – it's like dating a German chick!"
It's a jawdroppingly funny comedy which will keep both kids and adults entertained.
BAD NEWS BEARS opens on 12 August 2005
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