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 is intended for mature audiences only. Parental discretion is strongly advised. When a young woman was found staggering down an unpaved road in Malabar, Florida in 1985, bound, pale and nearly naked, the passer-by who rescued her could barely believe her horrifying story of kidnapping, rape and sadistic bloodletting. When law enforcement confirmed the veracity of her story, John Brennan Crutchley's neighbors and co-workers were shocked to learn that a criminal who was eventually dubbed the Vampire Rapist had been living and working next to them for years. Eventually, officials discovered evidence that caused them to believe Crutchley had murdered a number of women over the course of several years, but they were never able to find enough evidence to charge him with a single killing. Consequently, the Vampire Rapist was released from prison after a disturbingly short time, giving him the opportunity to continue his sadistic crimes of rape, torture and possibly even murder. I'm Darren Marlar and this is Weird Darkness. Welcome, Weirdos. I'm Darren Marlar and this is Weird Darkness. Here you'll find stories of the paranormal, supernatural, legends, lore, crime, conspiracy, mysterious, macabre, unsolved and unexplained. If you're new here, welcome to the show and if you're already a member of this Weirdo family, please take a moment and invite someone else to listen. Recommending Weird Darkness to others helps make it possible for me to keep doing the show. And while you're listening, be sure to check out WeirdDarkness.com where you can find me on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and more along with the Weird Darkness Weirdos Facebook group. Coming up in this episode… The Spooklight phenomenon caused panic in a small Missouri community in the late 1800s, frightening many to the point of moving their family away. And today, the Joplin Spooklight is still a mystery that remains unsolved, despite appearing several times a year even today. Based on its name alone, you would think the Gimpy Gimpy plant is a small, cute and harmless little thing. In reality, it's one of the most dangerous plants in the world and you'll want to stay as far away from it as possible. We'll end the show with one of the strangest funerals you've likely ever heard. But first, John Brennan Crutchley was no ordinary rapist and murderer. He added vampirism into his modus operandi. We begin there.  On November 21, 1985, John Brennan Crutchley's wife and young son were visiting family in Maryland for Thanksgiving, leaving the 39-year-old husband and father with the house all to himself. While driving near his home, Crutchley picked up a hitchhiker and offered to take the 19-year-old California woman to the nearby city of Melbourne, but not before stopping at his house. Once in his driveway, instead of running into his home to pick up the notebook he claimed he needed for work, Crutchley tied a ligature around the teenager's neck, choked her into unconsciousness, and dragged her into his house. Then he removed all the young woman's clothing and strapped her to the counter in his kitchen. When the young woman regained consciousness, she discovered John Brennan Crutchley had tied her to the top of the kitchen island in his family home, and he had also set up lights and a video camera. Crutchley used the video camera and lights to film himself as he brutally raped the teenager, presumably so that he could watch the footage later to relive the horrifying sexual assault. However, the young woman didn't realize that in addition to raping her, Crutchley intended to document himself, subjecting her to even more disturbing and horrifying acts straight out of a horror movie. After he raped the young woman, John Brennan Crutchley used medical tubing and needles to drain blood from the teenager's veins into a container. As he took the blood from the woman's body, Crutchley told her he was a vampire and he was going to drink her blood. Over the course of more than 20 hours, Crutchley alternated between raping the teenager and draining her blood, leaving her incredibly weak and traumatized. Medical experts later determined Crutchley had removed nearly half of the young woman's blood, leaving her very close to death. After repeatedly raping the young woman and draining approximately 45% of her blood, John Brennan Crutchley left his captive locked in a bathroom while he went to work. Despite being near-death, the teenager was somehow able to summon the strength to push the bathroom window open and climb outside. Wrapped only in a towel and with handcuffs around her wrists and ankles, a passing motorist discovered the young woman staggering down the road not far from Crutchley's home. After showing her rescue or the house where she had been raped and held captive for nearly an entire day, the young woman was taken to the hospital for urgent medical attention. After escaping John Brennan Crutchley's home, the 19-year-old received the medical treatment she desperately needed and a hematologist later stated the teenager would have died of blood loss within 12 hours if she had not been able to get help. Once law enforcement learned about the horrific rape and torture the teenager had been subjected to, they got a warrant to search Crutchley's home and they uncovered enough evidence to corroborate her story and place him under arrest. However, the young woman had been so traumatized by the terrifying ordeal, she didn't want to press charges against the man who had kidnapped her, raped her repeatedly and drained nearly half the blood from her body. Eventually a rape counselor was able to convince the teenager to press charges, telling the young woman that convicting Crutchley would prevent him from being able to harm additional victims. Born on October 1, 1946, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, John Brennan Crutchley did not have an easy childhood. According to Crutchley, his mother was distraught over the loss of her eldest child, Donna. Donna had died during surgery the year before John was born and his mother had hoped to have another daughter to replace the child she had lost. Consequently, she wished John had been born a girl. When John was born, she was disappointed by his sex, but according to Crutchley, it did not stop his mother from dressing him as a girl for the first six years of his life. In addition to being forced to wear a dress, Crutchley also claimed his parents subjected him to severe child abuse, which included beating him until he lost consciousness and burning his fingers. Following the allegations made against John Brennan Crutchley by the young woman he abducted and raped, police searched his home and they discovered the video camera he had used to document his crimes. However, when law enforcement reviewed the tape in the camera, they found Crutchley had erased the footage that he had taken of himself raping the teenager and drawing her blood. The search also uncovered the 19-year-old's ID card, as well as identification belonging to a number of other women and multiple locks of hair and several necklaces, leading the authorities to suspect they were trophies that Crutchley had kept from other crimes he committed against other victims. When they searched the engineer's office, they found a number of sexually explicit photographs of a woman tied up and gagged, and some of the images depicted Crutchley choking the woman with his hands. In addition to the ID cards, hair, photos and necklaces, the police found in John Brennan Crutchley's home and office, they discovered a box of index cards the middle-aged husband and father had used to keep track of his various sexual partners. One of the cards referenced Deborah Fitzjohn, Crutchley's former girlfriend, who disappeared in 1978 while they were both living in Washington, DC. Several months later, her naked body was found in the woods, and while Crutchley was the only suspect in her murder, DC authorities were never able to gather enough evidence to charge him with a crime. Florida officials also linked one of the ID cards found in Crutchley's house with a hitchhiker who went missing in 1985 but had never been found. Plus, they discovered that during the time Crutchley was living in Florida, a number of skeletal remains belonging to unidentified women were found within miles of his home, and after he was incarcerated, these ghastly discoveries ceased. According to Crutchley's cellmate, the vampire rapist admitted to killing several women, including his ex-girlfriend, but law enforcement officials were not able to collect enough evidence to charge him with any murders. After Crutchley was convicted of kidnapping and sexual battery, Robert Restler, a renowned criminal profiler, testified that while there was nothing concrete to prove that the admitted rapist was a serial killer, he exhibited the traits of someone who had murdered several people. Despite his troubled upbringing, John Brennan Crutchley was extremely intelligent and he excelled at school, particularly in math and science. After graduating from high school, Crutchley earned a degree in physics at Defiance College in Ohio and married his first wife in 1969. Then he got a master's degree in engineering from George Washington University, but he and his wife divorced shortly after he finished school. Over the next several years, Crutchley got remarried and worked as an engineer at several different companies all over the U.S. In 1983, Crutchley moved to Malabar, Florida with his wife and young son, and he got a job at the Harris Corporation as a NASA contractor. Due to the nature of his work, Crutchley had top-secret security clearance at the Pentagon that gave him access to classified documents. After John Brennan Crutchley's wife learned that her husband had been arrested and charged with kidnapping, sexual battery, aggravated battery and possession of marijuana and drug paraphernalia, she wasn't exceptionally upset by what her husband had been accused of doing while she and her young son were out of town for Thanksgiving. When asked about the serious accusations made against her husband, Mrs. Crutchley said he was a kinky sort of guy, but she refused to believe he was guilty of the charges against him. Eventually, Crutchley pleaded guilty to rape and kidnapping so his wife was no longer able to deny the charges made him. However, instead of admitting that her husband had subjected his young victim to horrifying and depraved acts, Mrs. Crutchley claimed he had committed a gentle rape, devoid of any overt brutality.  In April 1986, Crutchley accepted a plea bargain. He pleaded guilty to abducting and raping the young woman while the prosecutors agreed not to charge him with other crimes related to drug possession and draining the teenager's blood. In June 1986, Crutchley was sentenced to 25 years for his horrific crimes. However, he was released in 1996 after serving just 10 years for the terrifying ordeal he subjected his young victim to. But Crutchley was not on the streets for long. Almost immediately after he was paroled from prison for good behavior and time served, John Brennan Crutchley was sent to an Orlando halfway house where he was required to take a drug test. Crutchley tested positive for marijuana, which was a violation of his parole, and he was sent straight back to prison. Eventually, the vampire rapist admitted to officials that his cellmates had thrown a party to celebrate his release from jail and the festivities included smoking marijuana. Consequently, Crutchley was deemed a habitual offender and he was sentenced to life in prison. After being sent back to prison to spend the rest of his life in jail, John Brennan Crutchley ended up in solitary confinement because he had 13 body piercings in his genitals in violation of prison rules.   Consequently, Crutchley was given time in solitary confinement for his dishonesty. Less than six years after he was sent back to prison to spend the rest of his life in jail, John Brennan Crutchley was found dead in his cell on March 30, 2002, with a plastic bag on his head. Initially, officials thought the 55-year-old convicted rapist had committed suicide, but the Florida Department of Corrections released a report in August of that year that confirmed Crutchley had accidentally died while performing auto-erotic asphyxiation. While Crutchley has now been dead for several years, officials are still trying to identify women they believe he might have killed. In 2010, the Brevard County Sheriff's Office released an image of a skull reconstruction based on the remains of an unidentified woman whose skeletal remains were found in 1985 in a wooded area not far from Crutchley's home. Coming up on Weird Darkness, we'll look at the mysterious Missouri spook lights. We'll see what's happening on the dark line, and we'll learn about an extremely dangerous plant you've probably never heard of, but you definitely want to stay away from. To what lengths will someone go in order to survive? Does the survival instinct override their conscience and allow them to commit not only murder, but also the taboo act of cannibalism? What happens when a person crosses the line from dark fantasy to real-life acts of brutal rape, murder, and cannibalism? Are these people driven by a desire so insatiable that they're incapable of controlling it? Murderous Mind's Volume 3 Stories of Real-Life Murderers that Escape the Headlines is the latest offering in a series that takes you inside the lives of killers who committed cold-blooded murder for a glimpse at events that drove them to kill. Authored within a historical context, each chapter is an unbelievable venture inside the dark and twisted world of real cannibal killers whose names and crimes might not be familiar to you. By weaving a tale in which dark fantasies become reality, this audiobook invites you to see life from a perspective few ever witnessed, from that of the killer. Along with a historical look at cannibalism through the ages, these stories beg the listener to answer the question, was the murderer committing cannibalism because he was incapable of resisting the urge to kill and consume, or is the explanation simply pure evil? Murderous Minds Volume 3 Written by Ryan Becker and Curtis Giles Vasey narrated by Weird Darkness host Darren Marlar. Here are free samples on the audiobooks page at WeirdDarkness.com. Floating lights that bounce up into the treetops appear to be about the size of a basketball and frequently are seen in pairs haunting the area where Oklahoma, Kansas, and Missouri converge. The lights can be seen from a country road, known as Spook Light Road, many times of the year. Sightseers and hundreds of cars will be driving two roads, East 40 in Hornet, Missouri and East 50 in Miami near Quapaw, trying to get a glimpse of the light that some say is rectangular, others claim is spherical. Theories have been offered over the years to explain a strange phenomenon. Some require a belief in the supernatural. Some are more scientific, and some claim the lights are just plain hallucinations. Some, as the name implies, claim they are ghosts, Spook Lights, but the light's source still remains a mystery. An Army Corps of Engineers unit from nearby Camp Crowder, Missouri, studied the Spook Light for several weeks during 1946 and concluded that the phenomena was a mysterious light of unknown origin. Similar Spook Lights found in many other parts of the world have baffled observers for centuries. Glowing in the night with an eerie soft color they sometimes pulse, sometimes dance about, usually near the ground or the horizon, their source is still a mystery. The phenomenon known as the Tri-State Spook Light, the Quapaw Spook Light, the Joplin Spook Light or the Hornet Spook Light, caused panic in the small Missouri community of Hornet when it was first noticed by settlers in the late 1800s. Many area residents packed up and moved away out of fear. But the Quapaw Indians reported legends about their ancestors seeing the lights in the early 1800s. Among the earliest legends was that of a handsome young American Indian man who fell in love with a beautiful woman and eloped after her father refused to allow them to marry. Fearing they would be captured, the couple committed suicide by jumping from a high bluff overlooking Spring River known as the Devil's Promenade. According to the legend, the light burns as a symbol of love between the two young lovers. At least three early legends involve people using lanterns to search for their heads after being beheaded.  A similar story involves a minor who was decapitated in an accident and is using a lantern in his search. Another early legend is about an old sergeant who was captured during a civil war battle and was executed by using a cannon to shoot off his head which was never found. The old sergeant's ghost somehow obtained a lantern and since then has been searching for his head. A Joplin librarian said in 1997 that she always figured it was an accumulation of gases and you saw it when the time was right. A Spooksville Museum was operated for several years but it has been closed now for some time. It displayed photographs and a collection of stories about the lights as well as a viewing platform. It also offered for sale pamphlets about the Spook lights. Some experts claimed the light is simply the glow of minerals and gases in the area. UFO experts have claimed the light is a controlled machine from outer space, flying saucers from other worlds. Popular Mechanics Magazine sent a reporter and a photographer to the area in 1965 to investigate the light and a number of theories concerning its cause. The reporter later wrote in an article published in the September 1965 magazine that the light was produced by automobiles traveling east on US 66, about 10 miles from the point where sightings of the phenomenon had been reported. The magazine said the light's unusual shimmering effect and the golden hue were caused by layers of air with varying temperatures. But area residents pointed out as soon as the magazine was published that the light was seen long before there were automobiles or highways in existence. When we think of plants, we generally think of gardens, flowers, vegetables and herbs. There are plants we keep in our home, in our garden, or visit when we're out in nature. Some plants are pretty and smell nice, some provide shade, some are even used for medicinal purposes. Then there are those we rarely think of, Poison Ivy, Poison Oak, Poison Sumac, all of which tell us in their name to stay away. But there are others that can be far more deceiving. The Gimpy-Gimpy plant is an excellent example. Based on its name alone, you would think it's something small, cute, harmless. In reality, the Gimpy-Gimpy plant is one of the most dangerous plants you can come into contact with. The Dendric Nydmeroidus, also known as the Gimpy-Gimpy plant, Stinging Brush, Mulberry Leaved Stinger, Moonlighter, or the Suicide Plant, is common to the rainforest areas in Northeast Australia. It can also be found in Indonesia, and as the plant requires sunlight to germinate, it is most often found in rainforest clearings and along creek lines and tracks. Its common name, Gimpy-Gimpy, comes from the language of the indigenous Gooby-Gooby people of South Queensland. This plant grows as a single stemmed plant, reaching anywhere from 3 feet 3 inches to 9 feet 10 inches tall. It has large, heart-shaped leaves that range anywhere from 5 to 9 inches long and 4 to 7 inches wide. The thing that makes the plant so dangerous is its stinging hairs, which cover the whole of the plant. These hairs, when touched, deliver a potent neurotoxin by injecting the toxin via the small bulb that is found on the tip of the stinging hairs, which is broken off and penetrates the skin. These hairs make the leaves look as though they are covered with a soft sort of fur, making them appear soft and inviting to the touch. Interestingly, the plant produces a fruit which looks like a bright red raspberry at first, but upon closer inspection, you'll find it is simply clumped. The fruit can be safely eaten by humans so long as the stinging hairs are removed first. The effects of the Gimpy-Gimpy plant were first documented in 1866. A. C. McMillan, a road surveyor in North Queensland, reported to his boss that his pack horse was stung, got mad and died within two hours. Fortunately, furry animals aren't usually bothered by the plant, though there are numerous stories of horses getting stung and jumping in agony off of cliffs. Marina Hurley, an entomologist and ecologist, spent a vast amount of time studying stinging trees, which includes the Gimpy-Gimpy. In 1994, a former Australian serviceman, Cyril Bromley, wrote to Hurley, describing the after-effects of falling into the plant. It was during his military training during World War II and he ended up strapped to a bed for three weeks. He was administered a multitude of treatments, none of which proved successful. Bromley said he was sent as mad as a cut snake by the pain. He also related a story of how an officer mistakenly used the leaf of the plant for toilet purposes and shot himself to escape the agony. Hurley's own encounter with the plant led to the discovery that the Gimpy-Gimpy and stinging trees in general can cause intense sneezing, nosebleeds and possibly major respiratory damage if you remain in close proximity for more than 20 minutes without protection. You can feel the effects first with a tingling sensation in your nose, followed by incessant running and dripping. Then the sneezing starts, intense and continuous bouts of sneezing. Being stung is the worst kind of pain you can imagine, like being burnt with hot acid and electrocuted at the same time, said Marina, who at the time was a postgraduate student at James Cook University investigating the herbivores that eat stinging trees. The last story that I'll relate about this is that of Ernie Ryder. One day in 1963, he encountered a stinging tree. It touched his face, arms and chest. I remember it feeling like there were giant hands trying to squash my chest, he said. For two or three days the pain was almost unbearable. I couldn't work or sleep. Then it was pretty bad pain for another fortnight or so. The stinging persisted for two years and recurred every time I had a cold shower. Years later, Ernie would continue to maintain that it was perhaps the worst experience of his life. There's nothing to rival it. It's ten times worse than anything else. Scrub ticks, scrub itch and itchy jack sting included. Stinging trees are a real and present danger, he said. It should not need saying then, but just in case, given the severe stinging properties the Gimpy Gimpy plant has, it's never recommended for gardening or landscaping purposes and should be avoided in its native habitat. Nature is both beautiful and deadly. After all, this is just a plant. Did you know cyanide comes from a bacteria? When Weird Darkness returns, we'll have a story from one of our Weirdo family members, plus I'll tell you about one of the strangest funerals ever held. Nothing goes better with chocolate than vanilla, and nothing goes better with the darkness than vampires. So we've combined all of them into a new blend of weird dark roast coffee called Very Vampilla.  So good, you'll want to sink your fangs into the fresh roasted bag itself. Weird Dark Roast Very Vampilla, the only thing at stake, sorry, not sorry, bad pun, is your dissatisfaction with your old coffee. Sip it while the sun is down if you're one of the undead. Or when the sun is up if you just feel dead and need a bit of a boost, get your Weird Dark Roast Very Vampilla at WeirdDarkness.com slash coffee. Here's a story from one of our Weirdo family members. I am 33 years on this earth and a truly independent single parent. I have two lovely daughters, 13 and 6, and a Bombay cat named Bhopal. They'll never know this story. I grew up in Fort Collins, Colorado, nuclear family, mom, dad, and a big older brother. My father worked for Kodak in the neighboring town of Windsor, Colorado. He often worked nights except on church days. Needless to say, I grew up in a very strict, devoted Christian home. Church and I never agreed. Those days filled me with dread. So growing up, there was always a rebellion in me. But things started to really change at about the age of 13. This was the start of cell phones and dial-up internet. Many nights I would stay awake, sneaking downstairs to get online. Chatting at that time was the only way I felt I could make any sort of friend. Feeling completely out of place with the church crowd, I found myself withdrawn from my family. Using the internet was becoming a problem. Well, as I got on in my teenage years, I'd say about two full years I had turned dark inside, full of angst for religion and angry because, as all teens say, my parents didn't understand me. Well, at 15, things with my family got really bad. I was prescribed an antidepressant, but it took me to even darker depths. Weeks on end, I'd go without sleep. The meds and lack of sleep started to take a toll on my mind. I'd look at myself and I couldn't recognize my face. I would then smash the mirrors. So with weeks of no sleep, chat rooms, and journals filled with my thoughts, things started to happen. One night while watching TV in my bedroom, I see the living room lights come on. Thinking it was my mother going downstairs to get a snack, I peeped open the door and called out her name. The house was silent. I closed the door and an unsettling feeling that someone was with me wouldn't subside. The next day at school, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched and followed. One of my fellow classmates came up behind me and in his deepest voice, he just said, Boo! And it scared me so bad, I fainted into my locker. I came too with teachers and the principal trying to wake me. I spent the rest of the day in the nurse's office, so shaken there wasn't any way I could go back to class. My mom came and we went home. She had to make a few more calls that day, as she was a top-notch real estate agent, so I was home alone. The feeling of a presence would not subside. I remember grabbing the phone off the wall and hiding underneath our office desk, trying to find the phone jack. Once I plugged it in, I desperately tried to call my mother back home. The phone lines were all dead. That night, in my room again, I see the hallway light come on and looked to see if my mom had gone for that midnight snack. I looked over the banner and the kitchen was still. I crawl back into bed. A few moments later, I feel a tug on my blanket at the bottom of my feet. Instinctively, I pull the covers back and clutch them to my chest. The blanket was then ripped from my hands. Stunned, I laid still. Then, slowly, I can feel the bed compress as if someone was crawling or trying to sit on my bed. Terrified, I run to my mother's room. She lets me in and I laid close to her. The room was perfectly dark, but when I closed my eyes, I could see everything so clearly and vividly it was impossible to shut down and sleep. Then, white noise arose in my ears and my thoughts were blank and blinding.   The lazy boy was the best set in the room as it faced the entertainment center perfectly. The entertainment center was large with mirrored glass doors. Usually, looking into it, you could see the front door and chandelier. I sat in the lazy boy, feet planted firmly and my nerves shot to pieces. Looking into the reflection was a dark figure. I can remember seeing it stand next to the chair and then slowly it began to rock the chair I was sitting on. I was then flung from the chair with such force I felt my blanket sprawled flat next to me. My mom was so terrified she called the local mental health for teens facility. I was screaming for her to look at the chair as it was rocking violently. At that moment, she helped me stand and said, Let's go. Heading to the garage, something snaked across the floor, grabbing me hard by the foot. My mom again helped me stand but my foot was frozen in place. You could see a handprint on the bottom of my pajamas. My mom shouts in the name of Jehovah, release my daughter.  I felt like I was on fire. Then, in a flash, I was able to move. We got in the car. I drew my legs up to my chest. Ever so softly, the bottom cuffs of my pajamas started to swirl like someone was playfully twisting them and then they would go slack. We made it to the facility, a well-lit doctor's office, but mind you, it's about 3 a.m. In that office, I started to hear hundreds of voices calling my name in every direction. The chair I was still sitting on began to vibrate, so I jumped up to a new chair. This time, I sat near a plastic ficus tree. The tree started to vibrate when I looked at it. It started to grow human fingers, and the scariest voice I've ever heard came forth from that tree. By this time, I had pretty much lost my will to fight. We go into the next room for intake. My mother had picked up a book in the lobby. She was flipping through the pages until the tips of the page that she was on began to doggier or fold. She slammed the book down. The pens on the intake desk all started to spin in place, then they were knocked off the table, and as the nurse came in, her keyboard started to type. Just several clicks on the spacebar. She said, hmm, well, that's odd. She picked up the keyboard and gave it a once-over, found nothing and was checked in. It's about 5 a.m. at this point. I'm laying in the hospital bed and I hear the softest sounds, like parting of lips right next to my ear, almost like a kiss. At that moment, all fear had left me, but the entity stayed. I would then speak to it. I asked if you're real and not just me being crazy. Breathe into my pillow. Under my head, the pillow began to rise and fall as if I was resting on a lover's chest. Then into the mattress, the same rise and fall. It actually soothed me so I was able to fall asleep. I was awakened by the screams of the girl that I was roomed with. She saw the dark figure hovering over my bed. She was moved to another room that morning. While the next day, I began to ask my entity questions. I asked for its name. Then a soft voice spoke in my ear. It said that I cannot say my name. I asked if it would continue to harm me. Softly and sweetly it said, no. I asked if it would follow me forever. Soft and sweet it whispered, yes. Again, that night it would breathe into my pillow and mattress. The rise and fall became so comforting that I would fall asleep. I would wake, though, to all the faucets in the room running at full speed and scalding hot. The last day was the best and worst. I told the entity I wanted to go home. I couldn't though if he stuck around. While walking down the hallway that day, it unsnapped my undergarments and it well grabbed me. I excused myself to the bathroom and looking into the mirror, I saw myself and this beautiful face right next to mine. But it was just a flash. After coming out, I went into the recreation room and I laid on the couch. Then I felt something slide up my thigh and stop. The voice had gone. To this day, I have never felt or heard from it again. But there have been times where I can feel a soft breath on my forehead, as if someone is giving me a kiss. Let me share another story from one of our Weirdo family members. This one comes from Gene Stewart and it's called Shared Worlds. Using Morton's salt in one of those blue cardboard canisters, when it rains it pours, I made a pentagram, set up appropriately colored candles, and made a magic circle around all of this for protection. Stay inside it and I'd be fine. The book said so. I knelt in the center. This happened on the floor of my bedroom at the back of the house at 600 West Lloyd in a small town in the hills. I prepared myself and all else, so I began reading aloud the invocation I'd found in one of my old books. As I did this, the dark closed in on the small dome of light made by the candles. I heard wind gusts. It sounded like they were inside the room, but nothing was moved, not even the candle flames. I kept reading. It said to stop could be bad. Conjuring a minor demon takes focus and either guts or naivete, maybe both. As the conjuring continued, I broke a sweat, even as cold chilled me. My hands shook. I got sick in the stomach. Pretty soon my eyes blurred and I felt swirled, dizzy. I came to naked, sprawled out, spread eagle, my arms, legs and head all outside the obliterated magic circle. Realizing I must have passed out, I then realized I'd never finished the ritual. Too late now. Reddish light came into the room. I had slept or bent out for the whole night. Nervous about being caught in such an odd position, I got up, dressed and cleaned up to scattered candles and salt, gathering all the items I'd so carefully arranged just before midnight of the prior day. Why I was naked upon waking I didn't know. I recalled nothing past getting dizzy, feeling like I was spinning. Had I released a spirit? Had it been demonic? Where was it? For the next few days I winced at every movement caught out of the corner of my eye. I cringed from shadows glimpsed as I walked by them, half expecting one to leap at me with teeth and claws. Kids of school told me I looked blurred or like the light wasn't quite getting to me. At night I slept frozen in suspense. I heard growls and terror shot through me, even if it was just my hungry belly. I noticed how moonlight fell between parted curtains. I'd shut them tight, only to find them parted. To illuminate an old Bible my maternal grandmother had given me, because she knew I liked old books. For as long as moonlight touched that Bible's spine, I could hear it shriek and howl. Its agony sounded in my head, piercing, not to be ignored. On our next visit to her I gave the old Amish Bible back to my grandmother. It screamed at me, I told her. She nodded. So you heard it too. She smiled as if I'd passed a test that I hadn't known I was taking. To be rid of the tortured soul attached to the old family Bible, she gave the book away at the next rummage sale in Belleville where she'd found it. Dark portents continued to stalk me. I'd find my books rearranged or particular volumes pertaining to the occult lying on the floor. A collection of a dozen or so animal skulls found on hikes in the woods over the years which I kept on my dresser, cracked and scraped at night. One of them, a tiny mouse skull, kept vanishing, only to turn up inside a puzzle box I had, one only I could open. Something shuffled and breathed heavily in my closet. Shadows flitted through the whole house. Something invisible caused our dog to bristle and snarl, squared off to defend my sister's. She did this for nearly an hour, growling and in a crouch, staring fixedly at the empty air in the middle of the dark bathroom. The dog stood in the doorway of my sister's room staring across the hall. When I, my mother, my aunt who was living with us at the time, and then my father came upstairs to see what was causing the angry dog sounds, my dad told me to go check the bathroom. I approached the doorway, reaching in fast, turned on the light and retreated. The light coming on did nothing to affect the dog's furious defense. My father asked if I was afraid in a scoffing tone. I told him I didn't see him going in there. My mom and aunt looked at him. He didn't move. Finally, our dog stood down. Her hackles smoothed. Her defense posture melted. She not only stopped snarling but wagged her tail and licked my sister's hands. All clear, she seemed to say. Before my dad could say another word, I crossed the hall and went into the bathroom. I checked all over, under the sink, behind the cast iron lion's footed tub, behind the toilet. No sign of anything showed itself and I found no hole through which a bat or rat or other vermin could have entered to so alarm the dog. Besides, the dog would have attacked a mouse or baby raccoon or anything else that might have intruded and that would have been on the floor, not in the middle of empty air. We never figured it out and didn't repeat itself. My friends told me separately and different times my house was haunted. They had observations and experiences supporting this assertion. What else could I do but concur? Each time they said this, I worried about what I might have released through that conjuring ritual. That book called it a minor demon easily controlled, motivated mainly by mischief, dominated by a sharp sense of humor. What I had sounded harmless, described in words, proved nerve-wracking in reality. Once, a friend and I playing with a Ouija board on a folding TV tray between us watched the planchette sweep off one side in upward arc, leave the board, hover for maybe three seconds, then drop straight down. That ended our session at once. When my parents moved from that house to one on a high hill overlooking town, we left its shadows and thumps behind. No more footsteps on the attic stairs, no more glimpses of people, shapes standing in corners or flying across walls. Their new place, by this time I had moved from home to begin my marriage, proved oppressive in other ways. It brimmed with dark thoughts and feelings of despair. We learned later a sadist had lived in it before my parents bought it. He kept a padlock on the refrigerator, starved his family, beat them and locked them in their bedrooms when he went to work. Other cruelties happened in the basement, left unspecified by the realtor. There was a shower down there so I imagine blood was involved. None of that house's oppressive atmosphere linked to my short-circuited demon conjuring in the prior house. At least that's how it felt to me. How could any of it be proven one way or another though? Some places are shadowed. Darkness pools there. Many reasons arise if we seek to explain what is essentially inexplicable. We never know, except for what we choose to accept as knowing. It's subjective.  How many demons are released from the bondage of other realms to take abode in houses or forests, in junkyards or schools, in playgrounds or anywhere else people gather, such as theaters or dance halls? We all hear of haunted hotels, prisons or abandoned hospitals and asylums. We all hear of the ghosts of Civil War Gettysburg and at battlefields all over the world. Is there a place not haunted in one story or another? Haunted ships, haunted seas, haunted skies and airplanes, certainly haunted caverns and mines all become familiar nightmare territory through experiences related, stories told. People conjure hauntings somehow, sometimes on purpose, often accidentally. Maybe we need unseen companionship. Our longing to deny death's finality is strong motive to conjure poltergeists, shadow figures, ghosts of all kinds. Does this make them less real? Perhaps these wraiths and demons and spirits share our very human unfathomable deep urge to exist, to seize incarnate life, to be free from vague, non-entity status, even only for a short while. My conjuring taught me not to mess around with what no one understands, but if any good came of it, I hope a spirit got at least a taste of the solid world. It's our best treasure. We should share it. The following was printed on page 4 of the San Francisco Chronicle newspaper on August 20, 1892. I have added nothing to it. This is exactly as it was written. Headline. Poor Polly Buried. Killed by cold water or watermelon. A funny funeral in No Valley. Ubsuquease of a Dead Bird. Taken to the grave in a goat carriage. Story. There was a strange scene in No Valley, a way out Castro Street on Thursday, and those who witnessed it will not soon tire talking of it. To most of those who took part in it, the occasion was fraught with more of curiosity than of deeper interest, but it was not so with all. In a little front parlor at 1414.5 Castro Street stands a big, empty bird cage. Rising from the top of the cage, a staff on which a flag hoisted half-mast high tells the visitor that the one-time occupant is dead. All around the little doorway where she fluttered in and out bits of black and white still further emphasized the fatal fact, and bouquets of flowers fitted into feeding and drinking cups and hanging from a swinging perch where Polly used to swing are tokens to her memory. It was only a parrot, this recent dweller within those walls of wire, but seldom has a bird left more sincere mourners behind it, and many a man or woman would be proud to think that such an elaborate funeral was in store for him or her. Less than two years ago, this poor parrot was hatched out in the wilderness of Panama. John Stranigan, an honest sailor lad, came into possession of the bird on one of his coast-wise trips and brought it to his uncle's home in No Valley. Just one year ago was presented to Mr. and Mrs. Augusta Tash, and in their pretty little home on Castro Street, the bird really began to live the life that has now so suddenly ended. The parrot's name was Loretta, but owing to the difficulties parents find in pronouncing the letter T, she called herself Loretta, and those who knew her and loved her learned to accept the abbreviation. Loretta was the pet of the entire neighborhood, but she was the apple of Mrs. Tash's eye. There were tears in both of Mrs. Tash's eyes last evening as she related stories illustrating the genius and accomplishments of poor Loretta. In appearance, the bird had been quite like any other green parrot with gold trimmings. Her size was roughly but kindly stated by Mr. Tash, who was a carpenter, she just fitted into a box 13 by 3 inches, said he, and there stood the box on a pedestal just in front of the empty cottage. It was a dainty box, more like a young lady's glove box than a coffin, covered with baby blue silk and lined with the same and quilted squares. Yet in it poor Loretta had been laid out. By the silken handles on either side, the pallbearers had carried it to the graveside, and there the darkened parlor it now stands, with other evidences of a woman's strange devotion to the memory of a dead bird. The lessons that Loretta learned in her home on Castro Street seem all to have been good ones. She could not only talk and whistle like other parents, but as a singer she had an enviable record. Her singing of the chorus of old Lang Zine is said to have made many of the residents in No Valley weep copiously, and Mrs. Tash herself was very much overcome last evening in endeavoring to give the reporter an idea of Loretta's rendition of Amid the Raging of Sea. She had a sweet and lovely voice, said this fond mistress of a pretty pet, but Mrs. Tash did not seem to agree with her. There was also a slight difference of opinion as to the cause of Loretta's demise. Both agreed that the parrot died of cholera morbus, but Mrs. Tash declared that the disease was due to Mr. Tash feeding the bird on watermelon, while the latter contended that death had been due to too frequent bathing at the hands of Mrs. Tash. Whatever the cause, poor Loretta was taken ill on Monday last. She was off her feet, as Mr. Tash puts it, all the afternoon, and when night came she could muster up no words from her voluminous vocabulary save poor Loretta poor poor Loretta. It should be mentioned here that she never referred to herself as Polly and never made the stereotype suggestion regarding the proverbial cracker. Just as Monday was turning into Tuesday, Mr. and Mrs. Tash snugly stowed away in the adjoining bedroom heard a terrible scream. They knew at once that Loretta was on her last legs. Mrs. Tash promptly got out of bed and went to the rescue.  She took the bird to her bosom and sat with it on her own bed. Poor Loretta lived but a short hour longer. After the one shrill scream there came but these words, bye-bye Loretta, bye-bye. They were the last words indeed. Written by the afflicted mistress these words are still pinned to the wires of the empty bird cage. The rider and her husband are as subdued in their grief as if a child had been taken away. The funeral took place at 4 p.m. on Thursday. The neighbors turned out in goodly numbers. The house at 1414 and a half Castro Street was crowded and there were more flowers than city officials have sometimes been honored with. But the most unique feature of the occasion was the hearse. The son of a neighboring grocery man offered the services of his goat wagon. Certainly nothing could have been better suited to such a service. The goat was a well trained animal and did not run away.  Then, taking their places, one on each side, and the other children walking two by two behind them, they led the way up Castro Street to Clipper, where in the garden of Mr. Stranahan at 424 a grave had been dug to receive all that remained of Loretta. The older people stood by when the blue casket was exchanged for a coarser one and when the earth was filled in above the lowered coffin there was more than one genuine sob audible. On the top of the little mound in that no-valley garden, flowers faded in the warm sun of yesterday and the incident will no doubt soon fade from the minds of most of the participants. But the grief of that honest couple at 1414 and a half Castro Street is as touching as it is strange. And yet it may not be so strange after all, for their ten years union has not been blessed with children and poor Laura could talk and sing and cry. And now poor Laura is dead. Thanks for listening. If you like the show, please share it with someone you know who loves the paranormal or strange stories, true crime, monsters or unsolved mysteries like you do. You can email me anytime with your questions or comments at Darren at WeirdDarkness.com. Darren is D-A-R-R-E-N. And you can find me on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Mines, Miwi and the show's Weirdos Facebook group on the contact social page at WeirdDarkness.com. Also on the website, if you have a true paranormal or creepy tale to tell, click on Tell Your Story. All stories in Weird Darkness are purported to be true unless stated otherwise and you can find source links or links to the authors in the show notes. The true story of The Vampire Rapist is by Kat McAuliffe for unspeakable times at Ranker. The mysterious Missouri Spooklights is from TulsaWorld.com. The deadly Gimpy Gimpy is from TheScareChamber.com. And Polly What A Tombstone is by Chris Woodyard for the Victorian Book of the Dead. Weird Darkness is a production of Marlar House Productions. And now that we are coming out of the dark, I'll leave you with a little light. Psalm 73 verses 23-26 Yet I am always with you. You hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel and afterward you will take me into glory. Whom have I in heaven but you?  My flesh in my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. 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If you like to create engagement with the audience in an online presentation, like this, but don't want to invest in a paid solution like Prezi video, then the Logitech Capture might be the solution for you. Let me explain. The Logitech Capture software is provided for free. Its main purpose is to control your Logitech Web Games. It does that pretty well, but it is also a presentation software. You can even use it without using a Logitech Web Game as I am doing right now. Download the software either for Mac or Windows depending upon your laptop or PC. Once you install the software and launch it, you will get a window like this. On the left side of the window, we can configure up to two displays. The first display should ideally be your Web Game and the second can be anything. In this case, I have set it up to display a PowerPoint. How do we configure each display? Select on the number, let's say number one and choose the source. You can choose from one of the three sources. If you have a Logitech Web Game, it will automatically detect it or you can select your display monitor or one of the open windows. Similarly, you can select number two and do the same thing. Once you have configured both the displays, you have an option to quickly switch between them by clicking on the number at the bottom of the screen here. You can also use the picture in picture effect by selecting this option. This will show you display one inside display two. You can flip the order with the fourth option or you can have them side by side. Display one and display two or display two and display one. To apply filters and effects, select the effects option and here we can enable or disable different effects. For example, I don't want the Logitech watermark. Disable it. You can type in your own text overlay. You can hide the overlay or show it. Change the font for the text or even the color, the alignment and the background. Let's go with the transparent background. Next, you can apply filters to your video and assign the filter to one of your sources or even to both of them. You can define a border for your video by increasing the border size and the color. And finally, you can select the type of transition to be used when you transition from one scene to the next. For example, once you've set up your scenes and you are in an online meeting such as zoom, go to your video setting options by clicking on the arrow here. Select video settings and you will notice that you have a new camera called Logitech capture and whatever we had configured in Logitech capture now appears as a camera in zoom. Let's switch our video in zoom to see how it looks to the audience. When I switch the scenes in Logitech capture, it appears in zoom. And this is what the audience will see as my camera. If I flip through my PowerPoint, the slides will change in zoom. If you use this technique, there is no need to do screen sharing when you're in zoom and you want to share some additional information other than your camera. This technique should work for other video conferencing solutions such as Microsoft Teams, WebEx, etc. I hope you found this video useful. Click subscribe if you did.


The story of Dr. Kildare What's the weather house I am there will I go for the benefit of the safe? What's the weather things I see or hear concerning the life of man? I will keep silence there on counting such things to be held as sacred trust. I will exercise my art The story of Dr. Kildare starring Lou Ayres and Lionel Barrymore Metro-Goldwyn-Barre brought you those famous motion pictures now this exciting heartwarming series is heard on radio In just a moment the story of Dr. Kildare But first you're announcing But you might be too busy to see a tired old doctor this morning. How's the book Amy? Still going to the Emerson Publishing House chapter by chapter. I'll be looking forward to reading it and saying I knew her when. I'm not dreaming any wild dreams about myself as a writer, but at least somebody's reading my stuff and that means an awful lot. Oh, I'm sure it does Amy and I'm all for you, but now that I know the state of the novel How about the novelist me? Oh, I'm fine outside of a pair of broken legs Nothing really just these pulleys and weights that stretch me out like Monday's washing that bother me so much Well that traction apparatus has kept your legs straight and normal through it all I know Trying to use a typewriter with all this paraphernalia. I feel like a boom on a loading dog I've got some good news for you then no more traction from now on We're going to have you taken down later on this morning Dr. Kildare you really mean I do I'm putting you in physiotherapy right away pretty soon wheelchair then crutches and after that graduation day your own two feet Amy and I live happy and successful ever ever Because you're the best patient I ever had no no it's because you're the best doctor I ever Or maybe it may be all iron jaws the best doctor iron jar Gillespie. Oh, what about what about Paul? Campbell he's sort of a doctor a specialist in matters of your heart, isn't he? You'll never never be a writer physician and Paul won't be a doctor, but he's certainly done his part in helping you recover Amy I might never have known Paul Really, we hadn't been in that accident together. He might have just driven me home and forgotten me After all I was just a girl waiting around in the outer office. I Didn't have anyone anywhere before I came here Now look at me If the truth were known you appeared on the stump one day and were hatched out by the Sun Well, I never in all my life. You certainly never where's dr. Kildare across the hall waiting for you in the x-ray room as Planned that's playing That you'd meet him there at 2 30. Well, why didn't you say so? I Mean 18 or 2 Probably aboard Columbus's flagship. You mean I'm sorry. I kept you waiting What are these x-rays on Amy Dickens? Mending process seems to be advancing nicely They're having a wheelchair by the end of the week if possible Aren't you rushing things a bit Jimmy? I don't think so. He's in a fine state of mind He good to get on her feet again probably to get married. Yeah, I suppose so Paul Campbell according course Who else comes to see her every day? Jimmy, I've been meaning to speak to you about that. Oh, I know Amy Dickens is your patient and Hello anybody here. Oh, Paul Man boy, I mean we were just talking about you. How are you dr. Gillespie? Dr. Kildare I'm Paul. How is Amy? Dr. Gillespie and I have just been going over x-rays She's making wonderful progress. We've taken her off traction really coming along fine That's good news Anything that makes her well as you know, I'm the guy who was driving the car I put her in the hospital if it hadn't been for me. She wouldn't be lying upstairs now. I Want to do everything I can and you are Paul if it weren't for you I'm afraid Amy would be much further away from recovery than she is at this point. He was in pretty bad shape Oh, I understand you placed a novel not exactly. I've I've given it to my boss mr. Emerson I hope he likes it although Amy doesn't expect him to buy it and publish it right away. Oh, that's good A severe disappointment in her life right now could be disaster just getting mr. Emerson to read it seems to be good enough for Amy. It's about all she thinks about so I I'd say her recovery was pretty much in your hands I'm beginning to realize that doctor Could I see her? It's a little early in the day for visiting, but nice. I suppose it's all right. Thanks doctor Jimmy hmm. I don't like it. I don't like it a little bit. What do you mean? Has it occurred to you that the medical safety of Amy Dickens rests entirely in that young man's hand? He's been a big help to her if I have all the faith in the world in Paul and in Amy's spirit Well, it's all right, but not in the complications that are the byproducts of love Or maybe I'm just getting old Remember she was alone and friendless before she knew him now. She has him and a career to look forward to Wish all my patients had the same accruements But his role is a lover and an advisor doesn't make him a doctor No, and no matter what her progress Amy Dickens still requires competent medical Maybe I should clamp down on her whip and saddle type of cares Oh, no, no, don't smile. I Don't want to interfere. She's your patient and you're in the best position to prescribe for it Well, shall we get on with these other things? I think the ride's over for today, Amy Here we are and back in your room safe and sound. How do you feel? Just a little dizzy Well, you can't expect anything different your first time in a wheelchair After all you've been flat on your back for a long time I certainly don't want to be this week when I'm downtown talking to mr. Emerson. After all, what would you think? Slow down there. What? Oh, what do you mean when you're downtown talking to mr. Emerson? Oh? Well, you do have a special ambulance for wheelchair patients and I thought I could sort of go out for a drive one of these days Oh and sort of drop in and talk to your publisher What is all this dr. Gillespie? I had a letter from Floyd Emerson today And he says he likes what he's seen of my novel and he wants to discuss it with me as soon as I'm out of the hospital But that won't be for months. Dr. Kildare Please Well, once you get over the dizziness. I don't see why not the outing might do you so good. Thank you, dr This means everything to me right now young lady rest all right rest Dr. Kildare Oh, I'm glad I found you both together. Hi Paul. Amy just told me you're letting her go downtown in a special ambulance Yeah, that's right. She's going to call on you and mr. Emerson. You knew he wrote her about her book Doctor Don't let her do it. Oh, it's medically feasible. She'll be all right. You see even dr. Killespie admits that I know but What is it Paul there's something wrong Well Even if she goes down to mr. Emerson's office. She can't see him. What I work in his office, and I can't even see him Paul, what are you trying to say? Well Mr. Emerson didn't write Amy that letter. Hmm. I wrote it and I signed his name Mr. Emerson has never seen any of her work. You mean you've been lying to that girl all these months I wanted to do everything anything I could to help her get on her feet But do you realize what you've done instead of encouraging her all this time you've been misleading her about the book Yes, but not about myself. I Love her very much. I thought I'd be able to get the book and Emerson's hands before Amy got out of the hospital But I can't even get to him now. Oh I'm a heel of the first water Yes, Parker your nurse just phone. She wants you right upstairs the surgeon about Amy Dickens. Thanks Parker. I'll go right up Hello novelist Well, no work today Chapter 7 coming right along a I suppose so You know my nurse told me something I can hardly believe She said you refused to stay in your wheelchair today, but you asked to be brought right back to bed I was in it long enough to make a phone call from this firmers off. Oh, I see.  Emerson Amy, please the secretary said he'd never heard of me or of my novel I can't believe him anymore any of you. How do I know you're not lying to me about my legs? Maybe I'll never walk again. You will walk again Amy. You'll walk and you'll write me stop this The story of dr. Kildare in just a moment come in Jimmy focus on this x-ray light But I've seen all I need to say Amy Dickens a What do you think doctor? She's getting worse Notice the increase in muscle atrophy in a single week. Yes, I noticed you won't cooperate She's just talked herself into not recovering if only that boy hadn't lied to him He tried to do what he thought was best and backfire. That's all he feels absolutely Miserable over what he's done beg for a chance to straighten things out truth is the only alternative here He's got to realize exactly what he's done Amy Dickens must be made to realize all of the facts You can't pamper a patient with rosy pictures Come in good morning dr. Gillespie Dr. Kildare hi Paul I Came over as soon as I could get off. I want to go up and see Amy. Oh, well, she doesn't want to see you Paul. Oh Well, I I guess I can't blame her. He's a very unhappy girl Doesn't want to see anybody or do anything. She just lies in bed looking at the ceiling She won't even try to get up and use her wheelchair. I was just trying to encourage her I want you to know that I Didn't think it made any difference how I did it as long as I did it I'm not a psychologist or a medicine man I'm just an average guy who did the best he could we know that Don't think we've been reading the riot act to you. We just wanted you to have a clear picture of how things stood Then we can proceed with the repairs. I'll do anything anything at all Believe me. I love Amy and I wanted to get well I called you over Paul because everything seems to revolve around the publisher Floyd Emerson Now if you could just get Emerson genuinely interested in Amy and prove it to her it might fix things up I'm afraid Amy is more disappointed in me than mr. Emerson It's not quite true Paul, but that could be remedied too now My suggestion is that you make your promise good and somehow get Emerson really interested in Amy's work I'll try Dr. Gillespie, you're getting so old. You can't see hanging around your neck. Huh? Oh That's right. Yeah lights kind of bad in here life Yes, me. You're about ready for retirement I am why you all crone. I'll be practicing medicine years after you entered the old lady's home They'll have you know they probably won't if they read I've been working for you What are you doing with a stethoscope? Anyway, my watch has been running slow And I'm listening to see if it has a murmur or something I'll get it I'll get it. I'll get it. You can go Dr. Gillespie speaking Doctor, this is Paul Campbell. Oh, well, Paul, how'd you make out terrible? So I tried to force my way into his office and guess what secretary got real mad I was thrown out and paid off so fast. I didn't even get Amy's manuscript back It's still with mr. Emerson's secretary and the building police have orders not to let me in again This sounds unusually grim. I've messed things up again, doctor Well for the time being just sit tight and wait until you hear from dr. Kilday or myself Chief it. I'm out of a job and I've lost Amy. I knew son. I know anyway, but maybe it can be straightened out yet I'll call you later. Goodbye. Oh Jimmy, I'm glad you came in. I just talked to Paul Campbell. What'd he say? Oh, it wasn't good wasn't good Just for trying to get in to see the great mr. Emerson. He was fired must be a strange man Well, I won't take this sitting down. What are you going to do now going downtown and see emerson myself What are you going to try and prove? It's trying to prove the people are human and have feelings and care about their fellow men I never doubted it for a minute Jimmy. I want to go with you My secretary said you told her it was an important matter You perhaps have a medical book you're interested in publishing. Well, this company publishes only fiction titles No, no, no, mr. Emerson. We didn't come here with a medical book for you to publish No, no to put it quickly. We came to talk about a patient of ours named Amy Dickens Amy That I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do This is not a college for would-be writers and the effrontery of that girl to use the name Dickens Oh, this is an unusual medical case. We thought that if we explained I have already fired one man because of it And I intend to take up no more of my time worrying about it Good day gentlemen, mr. Emerson just one word please our schedule is as busy as yours And we have a young girl who's eager and rich in promise and we took the time to come down and talk to you about it Didn't seem to be an unnecessary strain on anybody's time But perhaps my sense of values is distorted or something perhaps if I were more like you I'd be more successful Whatever that is, but I'd trade a best-seller any day for the warm love of a human being I respect Shall we go Dr. Gillespie not before I say this Emerson if you ever get ill don't show up at Blair General Hospital Or I'm likely to cut all the meanness out of you and your life wouldn't be worth living Come on Jimmy.  Are you gonna do some work today? I'll get out of here. Oh Dr. Karoo called he said he had a complaint from a mr. Emerson that you threatened to commit mayhem on him I did I would he just said it in the excitement of the moment Parker, you know, I wonder Well, doctor, I guess we'd better do it. It's the only thing left to do. Nothing's worked so far Just go up to her and tell her what she's in for and What she can do for herself without anyone's help and let her take it from there I suppose so Hope it does He's right here. Hello, doctor.  Emerson. It just so happens. I have some time I deserved it dr. Gillespie. It took a while to sink in Dr. Kildare, I thought I'd return the consideration and come to see you in your office Well, I'm a little flabbergasted, but sit down mr. Emerson. Thank you I want you to know that I'm sorry for my performance during your little visit yesterday. It was wrong of me You seem to have quite a change of mind all of a sudden. Well, it would seem so Hmm.  What did you think of it? Gentleman this manuscript has enough wild situations and characters for seven novels Hmm, and I think all of them would be exceedingly bad. Oh, I was hoping for something else However, there are some good points. This girl has a lively imagination She needs discipline and an understanding of story construction. She might be a writer someday I'm sorry. It couldn't have turned out better nonsense. I think it turned out just fine After all one young man and two doctors have made strenuous efforts to encourage her I can too Now if the hospital rules permit I'd like to speak with this girl and tell her in person just what I think of her Her writing and her future. Oh, dr. Kildare. You startled me Low position starting a new chapter. No, I'm doing some writing exercise How do you like this? I've been in my wheelchair five hours. I've always I think that's swell Amy I've never felt better in my life Imagine mr. Emerson taking Paul back into the office and offering me a job as a reader when I get out of here He's really a generous man. Oh, well, it won't be a big job, but it will give me a chance to learn I'm sure you'll do very well when you start back on your novel. Oh, no, I'm gonna throw that away. What wasn't very good really But I got a great plot for a new one. Oh, tell me about that Well, it's all about a girl see yeah in a hospital who wants to be a writer And there's a boy who wants to help her but the boys so darn much in love with her that he lies to her In just a moment, we will return to the story of dr. Kildare Dr. Glass be your stomach pills stomach pills. I don't want any stomach pills. Take them away I'm gonna swallow them. Oh, who's air-brained idea with them for yourself this morning. They're just stomach was bothering you Oh, I found out that my belt buckle was twisted and digging into me Baby, I've watched you give out thousands of these What's going on in here? Oh, she's been trying to poison me with some green pill This man is impotent. I couldn't imagine reading a book called the last of the great hussies You should see the cover Bradshaw Kassela. Oh, Parker. It's a historical novel history The history of what I'd like to know. I've been reading the same book myself Parker. It's not half that Oh, I just came from Amy Dickens room What a grand girl she is. Oh, I know so much courage good humor and charm Jimmy, are you by any chance falling for this young now, dr. G? Don't dr. G me Put an intelligent pretty girl and the handsome man together for some months and things develop No, that's nothing like that besides she and Paul are going to be married. Well Just to make sure I've arranged a little program for you tonight You are Dinner reservations two tickets to the theater and of course But who am I going with I ever reigns for her to get the night off Her name is Diana bird Yeah, she's a nurse around here in case you haven't noticed lately Okay, dr. You win, but what are you going to do tonight? I am going to sit up and finish reading the last of the great hussies Third the story of dr. Kildare starring Lou Ayres and Lionel Barrymore This program was written by John Michael Hayes and E. Jack Newman and directed by Joe Bigelow Original music was composed and conducted by Walter Schumann Supporting cast included Virginia Greg William Bakewell Peggy Weber and Earl Ross Dick joy speaking


Chapter 22 of The House with the Twisting Passage by Marian St John Webb This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to find out how you can volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org The House with the Twisting Passage by Marian St John Webb Chapter 22 The Real Miss Claire Jenny, you're wanted upstairs in the drawing-room, said Aunt Abby that evening. Come here and let me fix your hair ribbon straight, and now come along and be a good girl. Aunt Abby took hold of Jenny's hand and let her solemnly up the stairs to the door of the drawing-room, where she tapped on the door. Come in, called a voice. I've brought my niece Jenny, Miss, as you asked me, said Aunt Abby, opening the door and pushing Jenny inside the room. Jenny stood nervously inside the door and looked across the big room to where a lady was sitting, in a deep armchair beside the fire. The room was gloomy and full of shadows, being lighted by one red-shaded electric lamp, which stood on a table near the half. What an enormous room it must be, thought Jenny, to make the lady look so far away. Then Jenny became aware that the door had closed behind her, and that Aunt Abby had gone. She was alone with the strange lady. But was she a stranger? Jenny looked again and knew she had seen her before. Come here, little girl. Come over to me, said the lady, and her voice seemed to come from a great distance. Jenny started obediently to walk to water. It seemed a very long way across the carpet, but Jenny kept her eyes steadily on the figure in the armchair as she approached. It seemed almost like a dream to Jenny, walking across like this toward the cold-eyed, thin-lipped lady at the other end of the room. How well Jenny remembered the face of the lady, the other Miss Claire. She had never expected to see her again. Why had she sent for her, Jenny wondered? Could it be that Miss Claire had seen her throw the mat out of the window on top of Mr Snatcher? Jenny's heart gave a jump, and she paused for a second, half-way toward Miss Claire. Miss Claire had not taken her eyes off Jenny, since the little girl had entered the room, and as Jenny came to a standstill on the half-thrug before her chair, she said slowly, So, you are Jenny. Yes, please, said Jenny. And how is Lady Barbara? said Miss Claire. Oh, exclaimed Jenny. I do hope you're not vexed with me. Vexed? Why should I be? Miss Claire inquired coldly. I found her, and she looked lonely. Jenny found herself sane. Miss Claire nodded. I used to take her out just a bit, and nurse her. Faulted Jenny. And tell her that Miss Claire hadn't forgotten her. I know. But I had. Broke in Miss Claire harshly. I had quite forgotten her. Jenny could think of nothing to say. That was before I knew you had grown up, said Jenny presently. I know. My old nurse told me, said Miss Claire. Jenny understood now. That was how Miss Claire knew about her and Lady Barbara. I sent for you, Miss Claire went on, because I have heard a lot about you from the various people who have been living in this house. I suppose you were sorry to come back and find all your friends had gone. Yes, said Jenny faintly. Miss Claire rose to her feet, and began to move restlessly about the room. Jenny? She turned suddenly to the little girl on the half-rug. Go upstairs and fetch Lady Barbara down. I want to see her. Jenny obeyed instantly. There was something in Miss Claire's voice that made her do so. She ran quickly upstairs to the old nursery, and got Lady Barbara out of the cupboard. Oh my dear, Miss Claire's come. She's come at last. And she wants you. So you see she hasn't forgotten you. Jenny assured the old doll. In her haste she gathered up with the doll the torn old exercise book in which Miss Claire used to do her lessons. She didn't notice this until she was half way down the stairs. Miss Claire was seated by the fire when Jenny got back to the drawing room. Jenny carried the doll over to her and placed it on her knee. Miss Claire gazed down in silence at Lady Barbara's face, while Jenny felt a funny lump come into her throat to think that at last, after all these years, the poor old doll's wish had been granted. She had found Miss Claire again. Whatever Lady Barbara's feelings were, she kept them well under control. Not the slightest sign of any sort did she show. Though Jenny used to say afterward that she was sure there were tears in the pathetic eyes that Lady Barbara kept so fixedly staring at the ceiling. And whatever Miss Claire's feelings were, she too kept them well under control. She just stroked Lady Barbara's hair and looked at her in silence. Jenny seemed to be the only one who couldn't manage her feelings. Here were Miss Claire and Lady Barbara behaving in a strictly correct manner, and here was Jenny with a tear rolling slowly down each cheek. She was feeling all that she imagined the other two ought to feel. Jenny, well, what's the matter? inquired Miss Claire sharply, looking up in astonishment at Jenny in tears. I'm not crying really, said Jenny, at least only a little bit because I was feeling how happy Lady Barbara must be to find you again after all this long, long time. And then something went click in Miss Claire's brain, like a little door opening. And for the first time in thirty years she remembered what it felt like when she was the little girl in the picture hanging upstairs on the wall in the passage. At the same moment the hard, cold-looking Miss Claire's eyes seemed to melt, and with a new, soft expression in them she looked at Jenny and smiled. The old Miss Claire, with the cold eyes, would have said, There there, my child, dry your eyes and be sensible. But the Miss Claire, with the new, soft light in her eyes, nodded to Jenny, understanding. Then she bent her head down over Lady Barbara, as if listening. Do you know what Lady Barbara told me just then? The new Miss Claire asked Jenny as she raised her head. What? said Jenny breathlessly. She's very happy to see me again, she says, but she wants me to give her to you, so that she can look after her for me. She says you have been so kind to her. Will you take her, Jenny? She shall belong to both of us, if you like, but you shall be the one to take care of her. Oh, Miss Claire! was all Jenny could say, as she received Lady Barbara in her willing arms.  Why, what's this? she exclaimed, turning over the pages. I found it up in the nursery cupboard. It's yours, said Jenny. And the next minute she found herself sitting on the arm of Miss Claire's chair, telling her all about the discoveries she had made up in the old nursery. Jenny had forgotten all about being shy, forgotten all of disappointment in the old Miss Claire. This Miss Claire she was talking to seemed so different, and altogether, just like the little girl in the picture would have grown up to be, if she had grown up in the right way. And so Jenny chatted away, telling Miss Claire all about the games in the passage, and how she used to pretend the Miss Claire in the picture was chasing her. I used to play a game something like that, said Miss Claire. Only I pretended it was a little old man chasing me, because he wanted me to carry a heavy bundle of sticks on my back. But then Jenny told Miss Claire how pleased she was when she found out through the exercise book that Miss Claire didn't know what nine times six were. Miss Claire began to laugh. Do you know Jenny? I'll tell you a secret, but you must promise not to tell a soul. It's between you and me only. Miss Claire leapt forward and whispered, I don't know what nine times six are even now. I don't tell anyone whatever you do. Jenny promised solemnly, and looking into Miss Claire's twinkling eyes, felt that the secret made them more than friends. Gradually Jenny told Miss Claire all about her pretending people, and the extraordinary way in which they had seemed to come alive, and what they had told her. And lastly she confessed about Mr Snatcher. Miss Claire began to laugh again, and laughed until the tears came into her eyes.  And then it was Miss Claire's turn, and she told Jenny all about how, when she decided to come and live in her old home again, the rest home had been closed down. I have had many disappointments in my life, said Miss Claire, and I have grown into the habit of shutting myself up away from people. I wanted to be alone, to be away from everybody. I wanted everything silent and quiet and restful, to forget. I think I wanted to forget even the time when I was happy. I don't know why. But happiness can never be quite forgotten, Jenny. And tonight I have remembered quite a lot of happy things. I have remembered. Miss Claire broke off, and then went on suddenly. Jenny, we'll have all those people, all your friends back again.  We'll open up all the rooms again, and take all the sheets off the furniture, and have all the lights on. As if to make a start at once, Miss Claire got up quickly, and one after another switched on all the electric lights in the room.  It was so bright. We'll ask them all back again, went on Miss Claire eagerly, and we'll invite others as well. We'll fill this gloomy old house with people, and we'll drive all the shadows away. Would you like that, Jenny? For the life of her, Jenny could not reply. She was too excited. But her eyes and her smile were sufficient answer for Miss Claire. It seemed to Jenny too good to be true. It seemed selfish and wrong to fill up the rooms with shadows, Miss Claire went on, when there are people waiting outside. And she continued planning with Jenny what she was going to do. They were both so absorbed that they neither of them heard a repeated knocking at the drawing-room door, so that they were surprised to see it slowly open, and Aunt Abby appear. Oh, excuse me, Miss Claire, she said. Only it was getting so late, and I thought Jenny might be bothering you. And bothering me? Bothering me? Do you hear that, Jenny? Miss Claire laughed happily. Aunt Abby was surprised to hear Miss Claire laugh. But the next second, her surprise deepened into sheer amazement, as Miss Claire stooped, put her arms round Jenny, and kissed her. The End End of Chapter 22 And End of The House with the Twisting Passage by Marion St John Webb


TikTok is not a great place to get your theology. Yes, I'm on TikTok. Yes, I post a lot of videos on TikTok, but ultimately if you want to be built in your faith, if you want to get correct theology, you're going to run into a lot of bad stuff on TikTok. No, Jesus is not the only way to salvation and Jesus never said that. And today I want to point out one of those kind of destructive misconceptions about worship that I found in a TikTok. Let's respond. Jesus is here. People are speaking in tongues. People are waving flags and praying. Okay, it looks like a small group type situation worship in somebody's living room. Okay, you get the point, you get the point. Okay, we're not going to have a conversation about speaking in tongues today. We're not ready for that. That's not what this video is about. My main critique and my main problem with this is that statement, Jesus is here. And is that a true statement? Yes, of course, Jesus is there, Jesus is everywhere. The problem is it's often used in context to big emotional experiences in worship. There'll be big music coming up and Hillsong will or Beth will get on the stage and everyone's rocking out to oceans or reckless love or whatever it is. People are raising their hands, maybe they're dancing, maybe they're praising God, whatever it is, but they're like, oh, Jesus is here, Jesus is present in this moment. Well, using that type of language is damaging and it's confusing because we're conflating this idea with our emotions are positive, you know, highly strung up emotions in these moments to Jesus presence, right? As if our emotions can usher in God's presence. Well, friends, I got something to tell you. God's presence is not determined based on our emotional experience. God and Jesus is no more present in our lives or in our worship, whether we are jumping up and down, we're singing a happy song, or we're kind of feeling downtrodden and we're in a tough, discouraging season and we don't feel as excited and we're dancing around with flags, but in both those moments, Jesus is present with us. Proverbs 15.3, the eyes of the Lord are in every place, watching the evil and the good Jeremiah 23.2, can a man hide himself in hiding places so that I do not see him declares the Lord? Do I not feel the heavens and the earth declares the Lord? God is omnipresent, which means he is everywhere. So there's nowhere that he is more present or less present. I think one of the big issues that I have with this kind of terminology that, oh, God is present or Jesus is here in big, you know, highly emotional environments is that we're teaching ourselves to understand God's presence as relating to how we feel about his presence. So I've dealt with anxiety pretty much my whole life and in those moments where I feel most anxious, my emotions are telling me that God is distant, that he is far away, that he is absent. That's what my emotions are telling me. My feelings don't dictate reality so when I feel really sad and discouraged or anxious in those moments, that doesn't mean that God is distant. No, actually, he is present with me. I think it's important, too, as we're thinking about worship and approaching worship. A lot of the times we're not approaching it, like, oh, man, I can't wait to boogie and party and worship God joyfully. Like, no, we're discouraged, we're sad. Something tragic happened in our lives or we're just filled with sorrow for some reason and we're just feeling down. I don't think those moments, we should see that as like, well, I guess Jesus isn't gonna show up today or like, you know, I guess it's the presence of God isn't gonna be very strong. It's like, no, I think in those moments where our faith, where it's really challenging for us to continue on in our faith, to trust God, to trust in him rather than the lies and our emotions that are distorting the way that we see the world, man, it's in those moments that our faith is really growing in those challenging seasons. That is where we're developing that perseverance to keep following Christ regardless of everything that's telling us to turn back. I think this is a really important conversation that we need to have because more emotions do play an important part in the Christian life. And I don't agree with the people that are like, you should just be stoic and, you know, not show any emotions because that's irreverence. Like, I think there's definitely a level to where you could get irreverent, right? But I think emotions do play an important part in our life because that's how God created us.  So mind's body, soul, like it all works together, right? But that doesn't mean that we take in our emotions always as truth, just like we don't take every thought in as truth. We need to understand what God has said about who he is and let that be the most determining factor, the final say, give him the final say on everything. Friends, I would love to hear your thoughts on this in the comments down below. If you enjoyed this video, subscribe because I'm putting out new videos like this all the time. If you wanna help support my ministry of helping people follow Jesus daily, head to my Patreon link in bio and support this ministry on a monthly basis. It would be such a blessing. Thanks again for watching and I'll see you next time. God bless.


The last Cadillac item that I'm going to talk about in SwissLine is the Foss Vital Serum. So this is a serum, it's not a booster, it's a serum. It is, like I said, it's a Cadillac of serums in SwissLine. The reason why I really like the serum is because it is perfect for someone that's dehydrated, someone that's dry, and even if you have normal skin types, this is a powerful antioxidant serum. It is made with 24 nutrients, vitamins, and plant extracts from the Swiss Alps. So this is the serum in SwissLine that will be your antioxidant serum. It is great for almost any skin type, like I said, dehydrated, dry, and normal. If you have a skin that's more on the reactive side, you might want to look at the essential serum and the peace booster, but like I said, this is a really nice serum. It fights off free radicals again because of all the packed antioxidant ingredients that there are in there. And so silky on the skin, it's a lovely serum. If you're looking for a serum, definitely check it out. All the links are below.


We discuss the world's largest sports events for children and adults with intellectual disabilities, the Special Olympics. Unlike the Paralympic Games, the Special Olympics, world games, are not held in the same year, nor in conjunction with the Olympic Games, but alternate between summer and winter games in two-year cycles, recurring every fourth year. The first games were held on the 20th of July 1968 in Chicago, Illinois, with about 1,000 athletes from the U.S. and Canada. But how does it all start? In June 1963, Unice Shriver started a day camp called Camp Shriver for children with intellectual disabilities at our home in Maryland. The camp aimed to give disabled children the opportunity to participate in organized athletic events. It became an annual event and various communities began to hold similar camps. Unice Shriver also wrote an article in the Saturday Evening Post revealing that her sister Rosemary had intellectual disabilities. Her frank article was seen as a timing point in changing public attitudes towards people with intellectual disabilities. Why? Because there was a high-profile case, Rosemary and Eunice were both the sisters of President Kennedy. At the same time, others also began to focus on disabled athletes. For example, Canadian physical education professor Frank Hayden demonstrated that the intellectually disabled people benefit greatly from participation in physical exercise. Hayden developed an idea for national games and his work brought him to the attention of Unice Shriver. Their work resulted in the formation of an international Special Olympics that would be held every two years. And so the first Special Olympic Games were held in 1968 in Chicago with about 1,000 athletes taking part. In the most recent Special Olympics held in Abu Dhabi, 7,500 athletes from 200 countries competed in over 24 disciplines. Rosemary's disability provided Unice Shriver with an overall vision that people with intellectual disabilities could compete and at the same time, unified together in public. The Special Olympic Games dramatically changed the perceptions and attitudes of international societies regarding the abilities and limitations of people with intellectual disabilities.


A little news from Samsung, the company launched an app for Android and iOS called Food. It's a personalized AI-powered food and recipe app. Users can search for more than 160,000 recipes. Samsung Food can connect to Samsung Family Hub smart appliances. The AI part of the Food app is recommending daily meals. You have got dietary preferences. It learns more about those. It also learns more about what you like based on those dietary preferences. Does this end up selling more Samsung hardware? This seems like a match made in heaven to me. They already have a very dominant place in the kitchen markets, specifically fridges. They're everywhere. The idea that you could have all that happen in a way that is actually accurate, isn't just guesswork, isn't just based on, well, we sort of think based on your survey, you might like this today. These are going to be the future applications of this stuff and they're going to be these narrow laser focused applications.


Can he follow the sequence of the two takers before him? From 12 yards, Kim Aniris. Save! Advantage Heidel! Aniris was hoping that there'd be call for a retake there. Yeah, he was hoping for some reprieve there, but nothing was coming. Pretty much didn't deem to have left his line early. So, Kingston College, behind the eight ball.


Hey I'm Valerian and founder of the Denki Gami. So what are we looking at here? We're looking at small electronic paper toys for children. So kind of origami style. Kids can pop out the characters, add very basic components to the things and then each of the characters can do very nice and individual things like locking up a little RGB LED or this one has a light sensor inside. So whenever light hits the sensor, the little motor inside starts to shake and the little thing around. Like this. Yeah and it's meant for children to learn actually the basics of electronics without making them afraid of the technology. Wow, is this shipping? Not yet, not yet, not yet. So what's going on here? Do you have lots of different or is it just the same mostly? We printed a lot of them in different colors and on paper so that the agility, the ideal moment, kids can choose whatever color they like. So it's for everyone. Is the LED already on it or you have to add stuff? No, you have to add it, you have to add it by hand. How do they do? Very simple. I mean not a perfect example but just putting them through the paper I can show you actually on the camera. So here you have the LED that comes in the package. Exactly. Has little pins. And then you basically just fold the paper and then you can push through the little... The holes are already made? They are already made, yeah. In the next version they will be bigger so it's way easier because right now it's still a bit complicated. But it's okay, it needs to be a little challenge, you know. Exactly, exactly. It's too easy because then the kids, you know, they play another game. Exactly, it needs to be a challenge. You have to get them all at the same time for a tour? Two is enough actually but I will try to put them in at once. So you push that one in? You have to make sure you're assembled actually enough to work for this kind of circuit. So you don't need to glue anything, you can remove the parts again, use it for the next project. And where does the battery go? The battery goes here. And you have one? Yes, I have one. It's the same, no glue, nothing. Just push in the battery, connect the plus and minus. And then there's like a trigger? Yeah, so the circuit goes here and it's here at this point not connected the LEDs goes on the same. And the other one? Is it different color or is it the same? No, it's different. Oh nice. It's not so nice visible. And is there a way for the kids to put it like tightly onto the thing or? Yeah, absolutely. You don't put like soldering? You don't need to solder now. You just do tape maybe or something? You can use the Cooper tape or aluminum tape, sometimes it works. But normally or it's in the best case when we have the project ready we will have it like this that you don't need to solder anything. There's no glue, nothing, you just can put them inside, take them out again, use them for the next project. Nice. Can you show a little bit of the different similar ones or different ones? These are different colors. One version, this is the other version. And what's the limit? Is it imagination? Yes. Do you have ideas for lots of stuff? Yeah, of course. This is just the free we had remade for the workshop which had the title of the energy production. And so each of the animals is connected to an animal which produces or sends electricity. So there's the firefly, there's the electric eel, there's the platypus. And of course you can extend the production line. And these are active right now? Mm-hmm. So you have to touch both? Well, the kids, can you make them program something? Can you run software? Not yet.  And you could technically program the ship. But this is not the focus of this project because it's meant to make them learn a bit about electronics before they're touching platforms like Arduino or Caliope. But you could potentially, some kind of way to, you know, you draw something and it's like programming. Yeah. Is that too difficult? You need a special pen, right? Yeah. If you draw a special thing? Maybe if you have like ready-made circuits and you just draw a few, then you can program. Yeah, sure. Is it going to be like a book full of these? How's it going to work? It was one of the ideas. Right now we want to have this standalone version. So that you get kind of a package or an envelope with one of the thank-you-gummies inside with all the components for some certain price and then you buy it and you can put it together and then you collect all of them step by step. What's going to be the price? Is it possible you can include this with like a popular kid children's magazine as a promotion? It depends because now it's a really high quality print. It's fingerprinted from hand. It's really nice paper. So now one piece is around 10 and 15 euros. That's okay. I don't know if you can put it in the Mickey Mouse magazine. It needs to be a special one. Yeah. Like the VIP Mickey Mouse. Yeah. All right. Cool. All right. So there you have it. People can find you right here. Then Kigami. What's the idea about this name? Japanese for electronic paper. You know origami. Nice. Yeah. It's foldable paper and Denki is electronic.


Hey everybody, it's Eric Johnson.  You double down on learning. In this video, we're going to talk about how the pros set up that monster finish that everybody wants, so check it out. Hey everybody, it's Eric Johnson for Maritime Throws Nation. In today's video, what we're going to talk about is the second rotational axis and this is very difficult. Remember, one of the things we like to talk about with throwing chain reaction, it's simply an evolution of how we teach the throws. What tends to happen in throwing is that things are handed down generation after generation. There's some great stuff about that. There's some great things that still work. So one of the things that we know is science is better today than it's ever been. The data is better than it's ever been. So one of the things we do understand was we have more biomechanical data on the throws. Now, when we're trying to teach a bunch of young throwers, we're not necessarily focused on a ton of the biomechanical data, but what we want to do is understand the key points. And one of the things that we want to understand is that how we pivot, and that's our second rotational axis. Again, we talked about it in the other video where we're talking about it, the entry. Now what we're talking about is our pillar four, five, six, and that's where the axis is here. So a lot of times people teach this to pivot. Now you're going to notice when I pivot, you're going to see my hips not moving. So pivoting is moving this way. And so what we want to do is always be pushing the knee and the hip out and around. And you're going to notice that as I turn, my hips are here, you're going to notice from this camera that my chest is up. I'm turning this way. And so you're going to see this motion. And we're going to continue. You're going to notice that whole time I have ground contact. One of the big mistakes we see is athletes pivoting and pushing. So you see a pivot and push. And you're going to see how that pushes me forward. Sometimes you're going to see athletes late blocking. We'll talk about that in a different video and how to set the block. But what you want to understand is that the axis again is vertical so that it's here. The axis goes on a slight angle. It comes around. This comes up and it pushes and it turns. And then this is what leads to the reverse. Being able to turn the delivery side all the way around into the finish is what you're going to do. So in the shot, it's a little different. We're a little more loaded because the shot, you have to have more leg lift, right? It's a freaking heavy ball. It doesn't fly. You have to punch it off. So in order to get your hips ahead, there's going to be more leg lift. Now that in our opinion is not jumping at the finish because as soon as everything goes completely vertical, you're going to stop rotation. So it's about a turning and lifting. We call it a corkscrew lift. We want to come up, punch. And I think one of the best examples of that is looking at Ryan Krauser. He stays really connected to the ground. Tom Walsh, Darlin Romani, world champion, Joe Kovacs. He elevates, but you're going to notice on his 75 foot PR, he comes up and he doesn't blast way up in the air. He's blasting up and through here. And again, Joe has a slightly different style, super fast because of his height and clearly it works very well. So one of the things that you want to see in the commonality between all these guys I just mentioned is you're seeing this motion. So you're seeing this, you're not seeing a pivot. One of the things I think the squash, the bug may have come from baseball. Who knows? But again, I've heard that at many things. And again, I think it serves a point, right? It's teaching kids how to rotate, but that often leads to this turn and push because there's a point and that's not teaching how to move the hip always ahead of the implement or the implement, right? So you create, stretch, reflex and whip. And that's the key that we want to talk about. If you like this video, be sure to comment below. And if you have any additional comments or questions, be sure to hit that subscription and check out the Throwing Chain Reaction System. Lots of great information that breaks the throw down from top to bottom, weight training through throws training, everything, a bunch of new stuff coming, live webinars. Check it out. We hope to see you on the inside. Thanks so much for watching and we'll see you on the next video.