My mouth was covered by my older brother's hand, shallow, panicked breaths escaping between the sweat between the cracks of his fingers. Both of us whimpering underneath our house in the crawl space. Our sweat glands and fan-shot t-shirts covered in spiderwebs, dirt, and blood. I'm crying underneath his hand. I know I'm crying inside the cusp of his grip as he holds me close. The sound of his footsteps grow louder above us. He's inside. He's right above us. I think to myself, squeezing hold of my brother's arm with my bloodied hands. I look to him, in the darkness all I can see is the green in his eye when the moonlight skims past between dark clouds creeping through the cracks of the grating and reflecting off his iris. My heart sank into my stomach when the sounds of tapping happened directly above us. We could hear his soft snicker like some sort of personal, deranged victory. I wake up, clammy hands in a heartbeat racing as if to escape a now fading memory as I sit upright in this bed. I feel cold, alone. I'm still there. I'm stuck in that moment. When the officers found the scene of the crime, they asked me how it all happened. In truth, I barely remember them arriving. Between the shock and the blood loss, the memory comes faded, the word said inaudible. It was nearly seven months ago I had that encounter with the serial killer, which has since put me in protective custody and moved me far from my home of London, Ontario. Each day, I wake up at nearly five in the afternoon since now I won't sleep till my eyes cave from exhaustion around eight in the morning.  They still own your thoughts, even just for a fleeting moment or throughout the night, such as myself. The perversion on some is the belief of collection of their victims to own them, control them, to have them, a sycophant to their own murderous self-believed desire and impulse. This is my story of what happened on July 15, 2015. It was no secret that a serial killer called the Dollhouse Murderer had been active in the news. He traveled between London and Strathroy, murdering random victims, never an age, gender, place of employment, hair color that he sought after in his trail of slangs. The only factor was the area, Middlesex County to Strathroy, but that is far from an easy net to cover. His only pattern, his gruesome pattern that he would leave behind, was a Dollhouse. He would take a body part or hair, fingernails, eyelashes, some gruesome piece of a person he would collect, and when you open the Dollhouse, you'd find a porcelain copy of whatever he took. That was his calling card. When my mom heard the news, she took us out of London into our cottage in Hanover, a slowly growing town with a beautiful landscape and a river that ran up to our little run down cottage house. That was our true home. It wasn't a rich person cottage with lighting, electricity, and fresh paint.  Still, it was our home, our escape. Our father was still in London, he unfortunately did not receive his vacation time from his job at the Honda plant. So mom, my brother Andy and I and Sarah made our way to the cottage. The day was beautiful, a hot sunny day. Mom was out for a stroll, soaking her feet in the river, basking in the sun, while Andy and I were already at war with each other on who got the unicorn floaty. I did, by the way. Andy was just starting his apprenticeship in plumbing, I was just entering my first year of high school. As a gift for me, Andy bought me some of his colleges sweatpants and shirts which were roughly three sizes too big, but they were perfect pajamas. Mom just loved that her two babies were wearing matching clothes. She constantly teased us about it. We started a fire when the cold air began to come through and the sun began to fade down. Mom fired up the barbecue and made us some amazing ribs in a honey barbecue sauce, along with fried taters and an absurd and frankly unnecessary amount of onions. I love her so much. We sat at the fire, naturally making fun of dad. The smell of the wood burning, mom and Andy drinking moose head, one tall boy after another, the crackling and hissing the firewood bellow. Then we threw pine needles into the flame because mom wanted natures for breeze. When the moon began to settle in and the sky beamed with stars, we watched the fireflies flicker and do their illuminated dance in the starry night. I love this place so much, the koi wolves howling in the distance and the wind wrestling between the trees in the twilight of this natural harmony. We stayed by the fire for another hour before we heard the sound of a yelp from the distance. The koi wolves were done singing, now the harmony had stopped and what was likely a fight over their dinner had started. I quickly dozed off on the couch while my mom and Andy took to their own rooms after a heated game of exploding kittens. I remember sleeping so peacefully until I heard what would change me for the rest of my life. No, no, no, no. My mom shrieked from the door window locking it quickly. Mom? Andy asked, scratching his tiresome eyes. What's wrong? Mom was shaking so bad I'd never seen her scared before. Now I was nearly crying as I watched the tears forming in her eyes. I could see her chest moving in and out. She was trying to control her breathing. I looked up from the couch and I could barely make out the fireplace, a few embers still clinging to life. The wind would catch the embers. The flame would give off a bright enough glow for a fleeting moment that I could see it. An unopened dollhouse sat outside. A knock came from the sliding door behind us. His face pale, clear blue eyes that were wide open, pupils wide and dilated. He had this unwelcoming horrid smile. He was wearing a black hoodie and a camo to along with faded dirt covered blue jeans with blood. His face pressed against the window, his smile gazing over us in a putrid perverse manner. He jammed his finger on the glass, pointing at my brother.   He said so loudly, the glass shook. We all jumped back terrified. He kept muttering that as he walked around the cottage home. First it would be silent, then loud as he would bang his head against the window. Each time he would walk around the house, he became more and more aggressive in his tone. My mom would follow him to each window, never getting too close but her eyes always watching him. Andy and I sat on the couch, shaking out of fear until my mom spoke up. He went back into the bushes. She whispered. She ran to the sliding door, making sure it was locked. She covered the windows with a quilt and then grabbed the both of us and pulled us into her bedroom. Kids, I love you, but this is real, this is happening. We have to stay together and stay alive. Do you understand me? You do whatever I say. Do you understand me? Her voice was shaky, her hands quivered as she held us. We both nodded our heads, softly crying into her arms. Please protect us, please God, I don't want to die. I'm so scared. I said to her, no baby, you aren't going to die. I promise, you're okay, but you need to breathe and be strong. We won't be his statistic, okay? She said to me, kids, lean in close, I need to tell you something. Andy and I huddled around our mom. If he comes in, I need the both of you to get to the crawl space. Your father and I made a trap door in the closet in case we ever got locked out and needed a way in. You stay in the crawl space and leave only when I tell you to. A loud bang came from the sliding door and we all rushed out of mom and dad's room listening to him smash himself against it. Quietly, I tiptoed to the other window.  I put my hands to my mouth. There was no doubt in my mind it was a dead body. It had to be mom. There's an axe in a body. Mom what do we do? I remember whimpering to her mom what do we do what do we do mom. He said mocking me.  Andy cried out at him. The sound of footsteps went around the house till a sudden smash came against the old wooden door. The hinge on the inside began to give in. I'm going to collect them Tara. He said he knew my mom's name. Tara, I'll let you live. You can live. Just let me collect them.  Don't you love her? Don't you love her? You know what I'll do? His hand kept smashing against the door. His voice was a calm, disgusting attempt to be soothing, convincing. You can all live. Just need the rest. I just need the rest. I'm so close. I'm so close. You really want to die, Sarah. You want to never see me again. Breathe. See anyone? Anything? Really, Sarah? Are you that greedy, Sarah? You want mom to die, Sarah?     Did mom and dad not give you a hug, so now you have to kill? Andy was red in the face, screaming at the door. Another loud crash against the door. The wood began to split. All of us were silent. The door was old, wearing down. Hinges rusted and the wood had seen too many winters. The dollhouse murderer made his way back towards the sliding door. Andy walked over to the window I'd been looking out. Glass shattered. The sharp silver of the axe collided onto the right side of Andy's face when he turned back around. He fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in agony, mom. He screamed out to which the killer shouted back, laughing.  Her boy that she scolded when he came home high or tried to sneak a girl into his room without proper introduction, Sarah could see in her mom's eyes the heartbreak that her baby boy, my brother now laid in his own blood, rolling around in agony.  She helped Andy into her room, dousing his wounds with alcohol and bandaging it as best she could. I'll never forget the look on her face, that look of enough. She pointed at the trapdoor to both of us. He's going to come in when I leave you get your butts down there. Sarah, when you see an opportunity, you take my keys and you run to the car and you get out of here as fast as you can. I love you. I love you both. That was the last time I would ever see my mom. She grabbed a knife from the pantry and waited near the door for him to come in. The crawlspace on any normal day would be uncomfortable, spiders, snakes, mice scurrying around. Yet in that moment with my brother, it was our last resort of feeling some form of safe. There was a crash, a scream, and then silence, an unpleasant, harrowing silence. I needed to hear mom's voice, her tapping on the crawlspace door to let us know it's okay. All I could hear was him. You killed her.  You killed her, Sarah. I began to sob. He put his hand around my mouth. You know what happens next. The same thing I told you from the start. I cry underneath my brother's hand. Then we hear tapping from above us, then laughter. What I forgot to mention before, my brother's hand was getting colder.   The blood on my hands. It was Andy's. The dollhouse killer was back outside. I could hear him grunt and mumble to himself as he stumbled his way up the steps and inside the cottage home, our home. Another tap from above.  He whispered through the cracks of the trap door. I will bury you here, written in dried blood behind me. How could he have had time to do this? How long had he been waiting for? I could feel my heart pounding. Shortness of breath, my chest was heavy. I shook Andy, pleading with him to wake up, begging. But all there was was laughter from above. The crawl space door snapped open, and I left my brother behind as I began crawling to the nearest grate. I looked behind for my brother, but within seconds, the dollhouse murderer was there crawling after me, that grin on his face laughing as he squirmed towards me. I felt him grab my ankle. I kicked as hard as I could. He just laughed and continued after me. I continued to kick and fight him until I was finally free from his grasp. I ripped open the grate. It was already loose, likely where he had snuck in. A blue beam of light came streaking across the midnight sky, sounds of sirens and officers storming out of their cars, pulling me into their vehicle. One ordered another officer to drive, followed by laughter, then the sound of gunshots. The dollhouse murderer was a 50 year old chef at an Italian restaurant. He was a man of zero significance, a man who was despised by his peers at work, verbally violent and unhinged, who would often take days off and extensive holidays to commit his violent acts. The once summer home that my family and I cherished was tainted ground. The detectives were appalled when they arrived on scene to see what the dollhouse murderer was making. Each murder, he took a different trophy, an arm, a leg, a hand. It was always a piece of the human body. He stitched it all together. All he was missing was another green eye and a left leg. He made a dress and turned a pile of victims into a putrid doll. His only reason for stalking each victim was because he was so attracted to certain parts of their bodies that he would hunt them down and kill them to begin his sick creation. Him and I never met. He found my family on social media and stalked us relentlessly. The only reason he followed us so far was to finish his doll. His human victim doll.


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Hello, I'm Vice Admiral Jamie Fogo, Commander of Six Fleet and Deputy Commander of C&E-CNA, broadcasting to you from Naples, Italy. Today, I'd like to talk about the Thanksgiving holiday. Thanksgiving is an American tradition where we normally spend time with our family and our friends. For those of you who work out there at C&E-CNA and Six Fleet, who are unable to spend time with your families this Thanksgiving because you're stationed overseas, I want to thank you for your sacrifice and your commitment to service. Furthermore, I'd like to say if you're going to take advantage of this great theater to travel this Thanksgiving Day weekend, please use common sense. Plan your trip accordingly. Get some rest. Don't drink and drive. And make sure you're aware of what's going on in your surroundings. There's a lot happening here in this theater right now. So from my family to yours, have a safe, restful, and happy Thanksgiving.


A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe, read for LibriVox.org by Jacob Minger. Take this kiss upon the brow, and, imparting from you now, thus much let me avow. You are not wrong who deem that my days have been a dream, yet, if hope has flown away in a night or in a day, in a vision or in none. Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand am in the roar of a surf-tormented shore, and I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand. How few, yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep. While I weep, while I weep, O God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? O God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Forsaken Garden by Argenon Charles Swinburne, read for LibriVox.org by Sergio Baldelli. In a coin of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, ward round, with rocks, as a nill and island, the ghost of a garden, France the sea. A girdle of brushwood and the thorn encloses the steep-squares lobe of the blossomless bed where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses now lie dead. The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken, to the low-lust edge of the long-lown land. If a step should sound or a word be spoken, would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's hand? So long have the gray bear walks lane guestless, through branches and briars. If a man make way, he shall find no life, but the sea-winds restless night and day. The dense harder passage is blind and stifled, that crawls by a track, none turn to climb, to the straight waste place, that the years have rifled of all but the thorns that are touched not the time. The thorns he spares when the rose is staken, the rocks are left when he wastes the plain, the wind that wanders, the weeds when shaken, these remain. Not a flower to be pressed of the foot that falls not, as the heart of a dead man the seed-plots are dry. On the thicket of the thorns, whence the nightingale calls not, could she call, there were never a rose to reply. Over the meadows, that blossom and the wither, rings but the note of a sea-bird's song. Only the sun and the rain come hither, all year long. The sun burns here, and the rain dishevels, one gaunt bleak blossom of a senseless breath. With the wind here hovers and revels, in a round well life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping happily of the lovers, none ever will know, whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping years ago. Heart hand-fast in heart as they stood, look thither, did he whisper, look forth from the flowers to the sea, for the fove-flowers endure when the rose blossoms wither, and men that love lightly may die. But we, and the same wind sang, and the same waves whitened, and, or ever, the gardens lost the petals were shed. And the lips that had whispered, the eyes that had lightened, love was dead. All they loved their life through, and then went weither. And a well one to the end, but what end, who knows? Love deep as the sea as a rose must weither. As the rose-red seaweed that mocks the rose, shall the dead take thought for the dead to love them. What love was ever as deep as a grave, they are loveless now as the grass above them all the wave. All are at one now, roses and lovers, not known of the cliffs and the fields and the sea, not a breath of the time that has been hovers in the air now soft with the summer to be, not a breath shall there sweeten the seasons hereafter, all the flowers, all the lovers that laugh now weep, when as they that are free now weeping and laughter we shall sleep. Here death may deal not again forever, here change may come not till all change end. From the graves they have made, they shall rise up never, who have left to naught a living to ravage and rend. Earth, stones and thorns of the wider ground growing, why the sun and the rain live, these shall be. Till elaster winds breath upon all these blowing roll the sea, till the slow sea rise and the sheer cliff crumble, till terrace and meadow the deeper gulfs drink, till the strength of the waves of the high tides humble the fields that lessen, the rocks that shrink.  End of the poem, this recording is in the public domain. Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allan Poe, read for Librevox.org by Darcy Smitonar. It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabelle Lee, and this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child in this kingdom by the sea, but we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabelle Lee, with a love that the wings the rafts of heaven coveted her and me. And this was the reason that long ago in this kingdom by the sea, a wind blew out of a cloud, chilling my beautiful Annabelle Lee, so that her highborn kinsmen came and bore her away from me, to shut her up in a sepulchre in this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, went envying her and me. Yes, that was the reason, as all men know in this kingdom by the sea, that the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabelle Lee. But our love, it was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we, of many far wiser than we, and neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever deceiver my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabelle Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabelle Lee, and the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabelle Lee. And so, all the night tide, I lie down by the side of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, in her sepulchre there by the sea, in her tomb by the side of the sea. The Apology by Ann Kingsmill Finch, Countess of Winchelsea. Read for LibriVox.org by Craig Allen. It is true, I write, and tell me, by what rule I am alone forbid to play the fool, to follow through the groves of wandering mews and feigned ideas for my pleasures choose. Why should it in my pen be held a fault whilst Mira paints her face to paint a thought? Whilst Lamia to the manly bumper flies and borrowed spirits sparkle in her eyes, why should it be in me a thing so vain to heat with poetry my colder brain? But I write ill, and therefore should forbear. Does Flavia cease now at her fortieth year in every place to let that face be seen which all the town rejected at fifteen? Each woman has her weakness, mine indeed, is still to write, though hopeless to succeed. Nor to the men is this so easy found, even in most works with which the wits abound, so weak are all, since our first breach with heaven, there is less to be applauded than forgiven. The Brewing of Soma by John Greenleaf Whittier Red for LibriVox.org by Tricia G. These libations mixed with milk have been prepared for Indira, offer Soma to the drinker of Soma, Vashista translated by Max Mueller. The faggots blazed, the cauldrons smoke up through the green wood curled, bring honey from the hollow oak, bring milky sap, the brewers spoke, in the childhood of the world. And brewed they well, or brewed they ill, the priests thrust in their rods, first tasted and then drank their fill, and shouted with one voice and will, Behold the drink of gods. They drank, and two in heart and brain a new glad life began. The gray of hair grew young again, the sick man laughed away his pain, the cripple leaped and ran. Drink mortals what the gods have sent, forget your long annoy. So saying the priests, from tent to tent the Soma's sacred madness went, a storm of drunken joy. Then knew each wrapped inebriate, a winged and glorious birth, soared upward with strange joy elate, beat with dazed head, Varuna's gate, and sobered, sank to earth. The land with Soma's praises rang, on Gihan's banks of shade, its hymns the dusky maiden sang, in joy of life or mortal pain, all men to Soma prayed. The morning twilight of the race sends down these mattened Psalms, and still with wondering eyes we trace the simple prayers to Soma's grace, that Vedic verse embalms. As in that child world's early year, each after age has striven, by music incense vigils drear, and trance to bring the skies more near, or lift men up to heaven. Some fever of the blood and brain, some self-exalting spell, the scourger's keen delight of pain, the dervish dance, the orphic strain, the wild-haired backends yell, the desert's hair-grown hermit sunk, the saner brute below, the naked xanthan hashish drunk, the cloister madness of the monk, the fakir's torture show. And yet the past comes round again, and new doth old fulfill, in sensual transports wild as vein, we brew in many a Christian vein the heathen Soma still. Dear Lord and Father of mankind, forgive our foolish ways, recloth us in our rightful mind, in purer lives thy service find, in deeper reverence praise. In simple trust, like theirs who heard beside the Syrian sea, the gracious calling of our Lord, let us, like them without a word, rise up and follow thee. O Sabbath rest by Galilee, O calm of hills above, where Jesus knelt to share with thee the silence of eternity interpreted by love. With that deep hush subduing all our words and works that drown the tender whisper of thy call, as noiseless let thy blessing fall as fell thy manna down. Drop thy still dues of quietness till all our strivings cease. Take from our souls the strain and stress, and let our ordered lives confess the beauty of thy peace. Breathe through the heats of our desire thy coolness and thy balm. Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire. Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire, O still small voice of calm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Chess Play by Nicholas Breton Read for LibriVox by Nullifidian A secret many years unseen, in play at chess who knows the game, first of the king and then the queen, Knight Bishop Rook and so by name, of every pawn I will describe, the nature with the quality. The king. The king himself is haughty care, which overlooketh all his men, and when he seeth how they fare, he steps among them now and then, whom when his foe presumes to check, his servants stand to give the neck. The queen. The queen is quaint and quick conceit, which makes her walk which way she list, and roots them up that lie in wait, to work her trees in air she whisked, her forces such against her foes that whom she meets she overthrows. The knight. The knight is knowledge how to fight against his prince's enemies. He never makes his walk outright, but leaps and skips and wily wise, to take by slight a traitorous foe might slyly seek their overthrow. The bishop. The bishop he is witty brain, that chooses crosses paths to pace, and ever more he pries with pain, to see who seeks him most disgraced, such stragglers when he finds astray, he takes them up and throws away. The Rooks. The Rooks are reason on both sides, which keep the cornerhouses still, and rarely stand to watch their tides by secret art to work their will, to take some time a thief unseen might mischief mean to king or queen. The Pawns. The pawn before the king is peace, which he desires to keep at home. Practice the queens, which doth not cease, amid the world abroad to roam, to find and fall upon each foe, whereas his mistress means to go. Before the knight is peril-placed, which he by skipping over goes, and yet that pawn can work a cast to overthrow his greatest foes. The bishop's prudence prying still, which way to work his master's will. The Rooks poor pawns are silly swains, which seldom serve except by hap, and yet these pawns can lay their trains to catch a great man in a trap, so that I see sometimes the groom may not be spared from his room. The king is stately looking high, the queen doth bear like majesty. The knight is hearty, valiant wise, the bishop prudent and precise. The Rooks are rangers out of ray, the pawns the pages in the play. Then rule with care and quick conceit, and fight with knowledge as with force, so bear a brain to dark deceit, and work with reason and remorse. Forgive a fault when young men play, so give a mate and go your way. And when you play beware of check, know how to save and give a neck. And with a check beware of mate, but chief wear had I whist too late. There's not the queen for ten to one, if she be lost, the game is gone. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. City Girl by Maxwell Boddenheim, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett.  Your mind has listened to a northern stress. Your heart has heard old rumors from the south. This conflict, with its plaintive undertones, is like an idle phantom to your soul whose clear aloofness sometimes sears your eyes. Essential games that move your youthful bones are still for moments, while the distant goal of whispering horizons lures your sighs. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Darest Thou Now O Saul by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Abigail Bartels.  I know it not, O Saul, nor dost Thou, all is a blank before us, all waits undreamed of in that region, that inaccessible land. Still when ties loosen, all but the ties eternal, space and time, nor darkness, gravitation, sense nor any bounds bounding us, then we burst forth, we float in time and space, O Saul, prepared for them, equal, equipped at last, O joy, O fruit of them all, them to fulfill, O Saul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Doubt of Future Foes by Elizabeth I, Queen of England, read for LibriVox.org by Craig Allen. The Doubt of Future Foes exiles my present joy, and wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For false would now doth flow, and subjects faith doth ebb, which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved to the web. And clouds of joy untried do cloak-aspiring mines which turn to reign of late repent by changed course of wines. The top of hope supposed the root-up-reared shall be, and fruitless all their grafted guile as shortly ye shall see. The dazzled eyes with pride which great ambition'd blinds, shall be unsealed by worthy whites whose foresight falsehood finds. The daughter of debate, that discord eye doth so, shall reap no gain where former rule-still peace hath taught to know. No foreign banished white shall anchor in this port. Our realm brooks not seditious sects, let them elsewhere resort. My rusty sword through rest shall first his edge employ, to pole their tops that seek such change, or gape at future joy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Drummer Hodge by Thomas Hardy, read for LibriVox.org by James Martin. 1. They throw in Drummer Hodge to rest uncoffin'd just as found. His landmark is a copycrest that breaks the vellt around, and foreign constellations west each night above his mound. 2. Drummer Hodge the drummer never knew, fresh from his wessex home. The meaning of the broad caroo, the bush, the dusty loam. And why up rose to nightly view, strange stars amid the gloam. 3. Yet portion of that unknown plain will Hodge for ever be.  End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Evening Star by William Blake, recorded for LibriVox.org by Craig Allen, February 9, 2010. Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, now whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light thy bright torch of love, thy radiant crown put on and smile upon our evening bed. Smile on our louts, and while thou drawest the blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew on every flower that shuts its sweet eyes in timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on the lake. Take silence with thy glimmering eyes, and wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon, dost thou withdraw, then the wolf rages wide, and the lion glares through the Dunn forest. The fleeces of our flocks are covered with thy sacred dew. Protect them with thine influence. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Flemond by Edwin Arlington Robinson. Read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson, Springfield, Ohio, February 2010. The man Flemond, from God knows where, with firm address and foreign air, with news of nations and his talk and something royal in his walk, with glint of iron in his eyes, but never doubt, nor yet surprise, appeared and stayed and held his head as one by kings accredited. Erect with his alert repose about him and about his clothes, he pictured all tradition hears of what we owe to fifty years. His cleansing heritage of taste paraded neither once nor waste, and what he needed for his fee to live he borrowed graciously. He never told us what he was or what mischance or other cause had banished him from better days to play the Prince of Castaways. Meanwhile he played surpassing well apart for most unplayable. In fine one pauses half-afraid to say for certain that he played. For that one may as well forego conviction as to yes or no. Nor can I say just how intense would then have been the difference to several, who having striven in vain to get what he was given, would see the stranger taken on by friends not easy to be one. Moreover, many a malcontent he soothed and found munificent. His courtesy beguiled and foiled suspicion that his years were soiled. His men distinguished any crowd his credit strengthened when he bowed. And women, young and old, were fond of looking at the man flamande. There was a woman in our town on whom the fashion was to frown. But while our talk renewed the tinge of a long-faded scarlet fringe, the man flamande saw none of that. And what he saw we wondered at that none of us, in her distress, could hide or find our littleness. There was a boy that all agreed had shut within him the rare seed of learning. We could understand, but none of us could lift a hand. The man flamande appraised the youth and told a few of us the truth. And thereby for a little gold a flowered future was unrolled. There were two citizens who fought for years and years and over not. They made life awkward for their friends and shortened their own dividends. The man flamande said what was wrong should be made right, nor was it long before they were again in line and had each other in to dine. And these I mention are but four of many out of many more. So much for them. But what of him, so firm in every look and limb? What small satanic sort of kink was in his brain? What broken link withheld him from the destinies that came so near to being his? What was he when we came to sift his meaning and to note the drift of incommunicable ways that make us ponder while we praise? Why was it that his charm revealed, somehow, the surface of a shield? What was it that we never caught? What was he, and what was he not? How much it was of him we met, we cannot ever know. For yet shall all he gave us quite a tone for what was his and his alone. Nor need we now, since he knew best, nourish and ethical unrest. Rarely at once will nature give the power to be flamande and live. We cannot know how much we learn from those who never will return, until a flash of unforeseen remembrance falls on what has been. We've each a darkening hill to climb, and this is why from time to time in Tilburytown we look beyond horizons for the man flamande. From the Woolworth Tower, by Sarah Teasdale, read fullybravox.org. Vivid with love, eager for greater beauty, out into the night we come into the corridor, brilliant and warm. A metal door slides open, and the lift receives us, swiftly, with sharp unanswering flight the car shoots upward, and the air, swirling and angry, howls like a hundred devils, past the maze of trim bronze doors, steadily we ascend.  The flight is ended. We pass through a door leading on to the ledge, wind, night, and space. Oh, terrible height, why have we sought you? Oh, bitter wind with icy invisible wings, why do you beat us? Why would you bear us away? We look through the miles of air, the cool blue miles between us and the city. Over the edge of eternity we look on all the lights, a thousand times more numerous than the stars. Oh, lines and loops of light, and unwound chains that mark for miles and miles the vast black mazy cobweb of the streets. Near us cluster the splashes of living gold that change far off to bluish steel, where the fragile lights on the Jersey shore tremble like drops of wind stirred dew. The strident noises of the city floating up to us are hallowed into whispers. Trees cross through the darkness, weaving a golden thread into the night, their whistles weird shadows of sound. We feel the millions of humanity beneath us, the warm millions moving under the roofs, consumed by their own desires, preparing food, sobbing alone in a garret, with burning eyes bending over a needle, aimlessly reading the evening paper, dancing in the naked light of the cafe, laying out the dead, bringing a child to birth. The sorrow, the torpor, the bitterness, the frail joy come up to us, like a cold fog wrapping us round.  The anguish, the torpor, the toil will have passed two other millions, consumed by the same desires. Ages will come and go. Darkness will blot the lights, and the tower will be laid on the earth. The sea will remain, black and unchanging. The stars will look down, brilliant and unconcerned. Beloved, though sorrow, frailty, defeats around us, they cannot bear us down. Here on the abyss of eternity, love has crowned us for a moment. THE GARDEN by Andrew Marvell Read for LibriVox.org How vainly men themselves amaze to win the palm, the oak, or bays, and their uncessing hand-labour see crowned from some single herb or tree, whose short and narrow verged shade does prudently their toils up-raid, while all the flowers and trees do close to weave the garlands of repose. Fair, quiet, have I found thee here? An innocence thy sister dear. Mistaken long I sought you then in busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, only among the plants will grow. Society is all but rude to this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen so amorous as this lovely green. Found lovers, cruel as their flame, cut in these trees their mistress's name. All alas they know or heed how far these beauties hers exceed. Fair trees, where so ere your barks I wound, no name shall but your own be found. When we have run our passions heat, love hither makes his best retreat.  Still hunted Daphne so, only that she might laurel grow. And Pan did at this syrinx speed, not as a nymph, but for a reed. What wondrous life is this, I lead. Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine and curious peach into my hands themselves do reach. Looking on melons as I pass, ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, withdraws into its happiness. The mind, that ocean where each kind does straight its own resemblance find. Yet it creates, transcending these, far of the worlds and other seas, annihilating all that's made to a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain sliding foot, or at some fruit tree's mossy root, casting the body's vesticide, my soul into the boughs does glide. There like a bird it sits and sings, then wets and combs its silver wings. And till prepared for longer flight, waves in its blooms the various light. Such was that happy garden-state, while man there walked without a mate. After a place so pure and sweet, what other help could yet be meet? But was beyond a mortal share to wander solitary there? Two paradises twer in one, to live in paradise alone. How well the skillful gardener drew of flowers and herbs this dial new. Where from above the milder sun does through a fragrant zodiac run. And as it works the industrious bee computes its time as well as we. How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned but with herbs and flowers? This recording is in the public domain, read by Alan Davis Drake. Golf Steals Our Youth by Normand Rowland Gale Read for LibriVox.org by Algie Pug, Perth, Western Australia Have you seen the golfers airy, prancing forth to their vagary, just as frisky in their gaiters as a flock of Grecian satyrs, looking everything heroic and magnificently stoic in a dress of such a pattern as would fright the good God Saturn? Have you heard them curse the sparrow, fit to freeze your innermost marrow, when the ball that should be flitting on the grass remains sitting? Have you watched their cheerful scrambles in the soft and soothing brambles while the foe, elate and sneering, passes gradually from hearing? After blaming all the witches, after rending holes in breeches, after getting in a muddle with each rivulet and puddle, they return, all labour-ended, to record their prowess splendid and renew by dictionary their fatigued vocabulary. Let these gentlemen ecstatic in their costumes so emphatic, crawl to find a rounded pleasure in the horse pond at their pleasure. What's so good when time is sunny and the air as sweet as honey? At the game of Crease and Wicket, England's proper pastime. Cricket? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I am the wind by Zoe Acons. Read for LibriWox.org by Marion Martin. I am the wind that wavers.  I am the shadow that passes over the sand. I am the leaf that quivers. You the unshaken tree.  I am the sea. You are the light eternal. Like a torch, I shall die. You are the surge of deep music. I but a cry. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. John Gorham by Edwin Arlington Robinson. Read for LibriWox.org by Leonard Wilson, Springfield, Ohio. February 2010. Tell me what you're doing over here, John Gorham, sighing hard and seeming to be sorry when you're not.  I'm over here to tell you what the moon already may have said or maybe shouted ever since a year ago. I'm over here to tell you what you are, Jane Wayland, and to make you rather sorry, I should say, for being so. Tell me what you're saying to be now, John Gorham, or you'll never see as much of me as ribbons anymore. I'll vanish in as many ways as I have toes and fingers, and you'll not follow far for one where flocks have been before. I'm sorry now you never saw the flocks, Jane Wayland, but you're the one to make of them as many as you need. And then about the vanishing. It's I who mean to vanish, and when I'm here no longer, you'll be done with me indeed. That's a way to tell me what I am, John Gorham. How am I to know myself until I make you smile? Try to look as if the moon were making faces at you, and a little more as if you meant to stay a little while. You are what it is that over rose-blown gardens makes a pretty flutter for a season in the sun.  Sure, I never took you for a mouse, John Gorham. All you say is easy, but so far from being true that I wish you wouldn't ever be again the one to think so. For it isn't cats and butterflies that I would be to you. All your little animals are in one picture, one I've had before me since a year ago tonight, and the picture where they live will be of you, Jane Wayland, till you find a way to kill them or to keep them out of sight. Won't you ever see me as I am, John Gorham, leaving out the foolishness and all I never meant? Somewhere in me there's a woman, if you know the way to find her. Will you like me any better if I prove it and repent? I doubt if I shall ever have the time, Jane Wayland, and I dare say all this moonlight lying round us might as well fall for nothing on the shards of broken urns that are forgotten. As on two that have no longer much of anything to tell. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Mending Wall by Robert Frost, read for LibriVox.org by Darcy Smitunar. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, that sends the frozen grounds well under it and spills the upper boulders in the sun and makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing. I've come after them and made repair where they have left not one stone on a stone, but they would have the rabbit out of hiding to please the helping dogs. The gaps I mean, no one has seen them made or heard them made, but at spring mending time we find them there. I let my neighbor know be on the hill and on a day we meet to walk the line and set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go to each the boulders that have fallen to each and some are loaves and some so nearly balls we have to use a spell to make them balance. Stay where you are until our backs are turned. We wear our fingers rough with handling them. Oh, just another kind of outdoor game. One on the side, it comes to little more. There where it is we do not need the wall. He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across and eat the cones under his pines I tell him. He only says good fences make good neighbors. Spring is the mischief in me and I wonder if I could put a notion in his head. Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it where there are cows? But here there are no cows.  Something there is that doesn't love a wall that wants it down. I could say elves to him, but it's not elves exactly and I'd rather he said it for himself. I see him there bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top in each hand like an old stone savage armed. He moves in darkness as it seems to me, not of woods only and the shade of trees. He will not go behind his father's saying and he likes having thought of it so well, he says again, good fences make good neighbors. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Morning by Emily Dickinson. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day? Could I see it from the mountains if I were as tall as they? Has it feet like water lilies? Has it feathers like a bird? Is it brought from famous countries of which I've never heard?  End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.  By Robert Southy. Read for LibriVox.org by Jason Mills. Hark, hark, that pig, that pig, the hideous note. More loud, more dissonant each moment grows. Would one not think the knife was in his throat? And yet they are only boring through his nose.  Why, pig, there's not a lady in the land who has not also bored and ringed her ears. Pig, it is your master's pleasure. Then be still and hold your nose to let the iron through. Dare you resist your lawful sovereign's will? Rebellious swine, you know not what you do. To man or beast the power was given. Pig, hear the truth and never murmur more. Would you rebel against the will of heaven? You impious beast, be still and let them bore. The social pig resigns his natural rights when first with man he covenants to live. He barters them for safest tidy lights, for grains and wash, which man alone can give. Sure is provision on the social plan. Secure the comforts that to each belong. Oh happy swine, the impartial sway of man alike protects the weak pig and the strong. And you resist. You struggle now because your master has thought fit to bore your nose. You grunt in flat rebellion to the law society finds needful to impose. Go to the forest, piggy, and deplore the miserable lot of savage swine. See how the young pigs fly from the great bore and see how coarse and scantily they're dying. Behold, they're hourly danger when who will may hunt or snare or seize them for his food. Oh happy pig, whom none presumes to kill, till your protecting master thinks it good.  End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonic 121 by William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed. When not to be receives the approach of being and the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, not by our feeling, but by others seeing. For why should others false adulterate eyes give salutation to my sport of blood, or on my frailties why a frail espies, which in their wills come bad when I think good? No, I am that I am, and they that level at my abuses reckon up their own. I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel, by their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown. Unless this general evil they maintain, all men are bad and in their badness reign. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. To Althea from Prison by Richard Lovelace. Read for LibriVox.org by Algie Pug. When love with unconfined wings hovers within my gates, and my divine Althea brings to whisper at the greats, when I lie tangled in her hair, and fettered to her eye, the gods that want an in the air know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying Thames, our careless heads with roses bound, our hearts with loyal flames, when thirsty grief in wind we steep, when healths and draughts go free, fishes that tipple in the deep know no such liberty. When, like committed linnets, I with shriller throat shall sing the sweetness, mercy, majesty, and glories of my king, when I shall voice aloud how good he is, how great should be in larger winds that curl the flood, know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage, mine's innocent and quiet take that for a hermitage. If I have freedom in my love, and in my soul am free, angels alone that soar above, enjoy such liberty. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Valentine's song by Robert Argyle Campbell, read for LibriVox.org by Marion Martin. Dearest, let these roses in their purity be a present symbol of my love for thee.  Ah, my faults like thorns are, but cannot they be hidden beneath the flower of my love for thee. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.


Social distancing is really important to managing the spread of coronavirus, but who would have imagined just how hard it is, especially as days of being cooped up at home turn into weeks and months and coronavirus cabin fever begins to set in. Yet while social distancing and self-isolation are challenging, they don't have to be miserable. And knowing what they may entail is a great first step to looking after yourself and even thriving as you navigate them. This is what prompted our colleague Michael Bernstein to develop a simple personal guide to self-care and social distancing in novel corona times. Michael divided his guide up into activities and behaviors to aid with difficult emotions, strategies for stress management, and tips for staying physically apart but socially connected. He also has tips for working from home that you can find in the links in the blurb below. Let's start though with how social distancing can make you feel and how to go about handling this. When your movements are restricted, your routines are disrupted and you find yourself separated from friends and loved ones, you can find yourself struggling with boredom, loneliness, anxiety, or worries about how uncertain things are. This is where it's important to ensure that you have the essentials you need to not just survive but to thrive. These may include everything from medications, toiletries, and provisions to sources of entertainment like games, books, and movies. And don't forget about your pets and plants and their needs but also remember not to be selfish and hoard because we're all in this together. You should also become familiar with trusted news sources where you can keep up to date with what's happening. Information that's well presented and trustworthy can help reduce anxiety but take care that you don't overdo it. At the same time reaching out to people you care about and who care about you can also help tackle boredom, loneliness, and feelings of anxiety. And when you do reach out don't be afraid to talk about how you're feeling but make sure you also take the time to simply enjoy the company of others and the memories that you're making together. In the same way make an effort to do things you enjoy each day especially after demanding tasks. Think about keeping a journal, write about things you're grateful for, and remember to regularly take deep breaths, stretch, exercise, and really importantly get up from sitting down too long. Moving on this is also a great time to try out new strategies for managing stress. For instance take a look at what activities make you feel good which ones don't. Experiment with creating new routines and habits and try adjusting what you do and when during the day to reduce stress. Be mindful of just how obsessed you'll be coming with everything coronavirus and remember that even though you should make sure you stay informed too much news can really mess with your head. Rather think about checking in on what's happening at certain times of the day and remember that not everyone you talk to will want to hear the latest coronavirus update. At the same time don't forget to reach out to friends including those that live far away as well as those who are just around the corner. See how they're doing, share coping strategies and talk about what brings you joy or even what makes you laugh. And of course don't forget to take care of your mind and body while practicing social distancing. Manage your expectations for what you can achieve while at home, eat healthily, take time to rest and wind and enjoy life and stay vigilant for early warning signs that you're not coping so well. And as you do all of this remember to stay socially connected with others. Have virtual coffee with friends, share meals over video links, explore creative ways of distance socializing, whether exercising together, gaming, forming virtual bands or even hosting online story slams. Chat with friends and colleagues through the day, check in on loved ones and let them know it's okay for them to check in on you and strange as this may sound learn to appreciate the space that comes with social distancing. Treat it as a chance to slow down, start new projects, practice hobbies and learn new things. Most importantly of all though take care of yourself as coronavirus forces us all to learn how to be socially close while being physically distant and stay safe.


Elden Ring. It's a game you've probably already heard of, but in case you haven't it's from the souls genre of games Which basically means it's a lot of fun, but also really hard. To be honest I wasn't sure if I was actually going to play Elden Ring because I played a lot of the From Software games And I just am really bad at them But then I saw early gameplay of Elden Ring and sure it looked like hell But I also saw something beyond that hell. Maybe it was hope. Maybe it's yet another hell But I knew I would never know unless like you see what I'm doing here I'm doing an erin quote from Attack on Titan because uh because I made my character erin But once my character was made I immediately went live on Twitch so the chat could continue to watch me move forward and die a lot What could I say the game is really hard?    Oh, that's a ghost Bro, can I please get familiar with the techniques nice Nice, okay, how do I how would one parry? Okay, I found the parry button petty petty. All right I'm I'm pretty much gaming up a storm. Oh hidden messages Secret ahead no hidden path ahead therefore praise the message begging for likes dude.  Be wary of strong foe.  Nope. No good luck ahead.  Here we go, baby Wait, how do I sprint?  I can't run.  Why?    He's it. He's gaming. All right.      Oh, I dodged it. Oh Shit All right death, bro. I was close to winning. All right.     That's all we need to do What that was cheap?  There it is there.  This gonna be the one Beautiful back dash. Oh my god.    Come on. Don't be upset.   Where you at? No horse job. Oh Greed, you know what?  I'm locked off Oh, there he is No, I bad bad bad bad bad bad bad rolling. I'm bad rolling.  I thought he was clashing with the ground Shield mix.  This horse got hands.    The horse is the whole boss.  I got greedy.  Whoa get out of the sippy cup animation. Wait, you're still fighting him Yeah, I like to take my time doing a pretty in-depth guide for beginners So I want to show beginners everything that could possibly go wrong before I show them how to do it, right? Big damage now. We're talking about a run.  Oh my god Oh brother this guy did And then mahi what a comeback from him though. Yes. Yes What? Oh?  You lucky. I turned a hash.   You know Here we go.   Ah, I okay at least at least if you jump it's on it. Okay.   No Okay, I'll stop twitch acting we can move past this boss guys. All right twitch acting is officially over Thank you guys though. I'm glad you enjoyed the first part of the Elden Ring stream It was a lot of fun. Well, let's go ahead and move past this boss.   No, oh my I'm alive.  Oh Santa. Oh, I hope I'm on the nice list.  This guy got his own horse Can I take it? Oh?    Hey, you can't been over here.     They got my arm.  Oh, I'm I'm resting. Oh Shit, it's Armin. I'm a dinless. No, I can play the role of Maiden Except I bequeath to you this ring. I found the Elden Ring All right, well, I'm gonna pass time until morning. So night night. Yeah. All right, let's go.  No wait. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, that's not happening dude.   Oh, hey, come back adding skills, oh Oh Shades I found out what's throwing explosive bullets at me.   Can't we talk about this? Oh grace base base base base base base base base Yeah, base base.   Oh Oh Not oh brother not another boss that jumps please Actually, I didn't get to I didn't get to touch the grace. So I'm gonna go back. Oh All right little throwing knives. Hey, I mean, yeah, who amongst us doesn't use throwing knives, you know, okay?  Oh Oh brother.  Oh Oh Had your measure from the very start the horse was a good judge at the course died by the way I'll go too.  I get to hold hands. No way.   I am fear up Perhaps you might share with me some of your life leave it doing so will grant me the warmth of a champion I don't want to hug you. I Don't know that sounds bad. No dude.   He's good at the game. He read me like a book.   I don't think this is unbeatable right now at all Come on roll man. There was a roll there roll input got eaten I'm not dead yet, right?   I'm pressuring him. I'm pressuring him What's the matter Margaret? What's the matter Margaret? You scared? All right, you're doing pretty good now Margaret.   He's gonna start running in three two one one one one please and Light sword hmm. I need to clear my mind chat. Let me look hold on. Let me clear my mind and embrace the Elden Ring Let's go horse him to jump back up He's gonna want to jump now as soon as you see those dodge right dodge left as soon as you see those feet start running That's that's when we go in there.  I'm doing that as an example of what not to do No Really hoping for a stagger there really hoping for a stagger spent four hours on two bosses How do you feel? Well, there was some gameplay in the middle of that? Dodge right dodge No blocking did not work Left right go ahead jump here.  I Can't I can't get off of this.   Oh Hammers out. All right.  Yeah, there we go. That's what I'm talking about, baby That's what I like to see. Was that so hard?   I don't worry about it.


It is the fourth largest religion in the world, and its followers are found in every country of the world. Buddhism is a unique doctrine that teaches spiritual enlightenment through loving kindness, compassion and peace. Hello, I'm Chaplain Ding with the Chicago Police Department. This is the fourth in a series of videos to expand your knowledge and understanding of the many diverse communities within our city. Using even a basic knowledge of a person's customs and culture enables police officers to conduct their duties in a more efficient and respectful manner. Today we explore Buddhism. This is the image many people have of Buddhists. These are Buddhist monks from Thailand. They represent just a small number of the estimated 150,000 Buddhists living in Chicago. There are American, European Buddhists. There are Buddhists who are Catholic. There are Jews who are Buddhist. We do have police who are members. We are in all walks of life. I'm a journalist and a publicist. We are in politics. There are more than 60 Buddhist temples in the Chicago area representing different sects of Buddhism, such as Pure Land, Meacharan or Zen. Siddhartha Gautama was a real person and is the founder of Buddhism. He lived in India in the 5th century B.C. He is revered as guide, not a god. He's human just the same as anyone else. So not a god, a teacher, a fountain head, someone we look to. But it's the teaching more important than the person. The word Buddha means awakened one. Siddhartha Gautama was deemed a Buddha when he found the path to supreme enlightenment. This released him from what Buddhists believe is a continuous cycle of birth, suffering, death and rebirth. We believe the soul is eternal. So the causes that we make determine how we will be reborn. We don't believe that we have one life and this is it and we go to heaven as Christians do. Buddhism emphasizes the value of all life and all faiths. One of the Buddhist teachings is that there are 84,000 ways to find the truth and whether you take the way of Islam, Christianity, Judaism. If this helps you to live better and to believe that this life is precious, then I think that's wonderful. Buddha's message is a message for peace, for harmony, for enlightenment, for a higher grid. Meditation and chanting are important Buddhist practices. These are performed both formally and informally. Formal practice would be such as here at the temple sitting on a pillow or chanting at the altar with the rest of the temple or alone or at home in the morning or in bed before going to bed. And then informal practice would be something like that.  I like to tell people, you know, I'm a Buddhist and this is what I'm going to do right now so that you don't think that I am ill or I'm speaking some strange language. I'm doing this deliberately and this is why I'm doing it and I'll just chant out loud. Buddhist temples hold public services throughout the week. There is no mandatory day of worship but Sundays are busy at Buddhist temples in Chicago. When entering a Buddhist temple it is respectful to remove your shoes. Buddhist monks and nuns are greeted with folded hands and a nod. Traditional handshaking with a lay Buddhist is acceptable but monks and nuns have no physical contact with the opposite sex. Monks and many lay Buddhists are vegetarians. Monks eat only an early morning and late morning meal. They eat no food after 12 noon. Though they live rather cloistered lives, there is nothing that prevents monks from interacting with police. But keep in mind, due to persecution in other countries, new immigrants may be intimidated by police, though that is changing. But nowadays I think it's more understanding with regard to that section of the police and then how the police also as a human being to serve or to protect security of all people. Statues of various Buddhas are not considered sacred, but police officers are asked to treat them respectfully, whether within a temple or a business or private home. Buddhas are a special place for meditation and for inward practice meditation. So just showing respect when you enter the room and not start tearing things apart. It's very common even in an American Buddhist home to have a space set aside for these objects, probably an incense, perhaps a bell that's used in meditation. You can take off your shoes. Many times because of the situation, many Americans of different ethnic backgrounds don't ask you to take your shoes off when you enter their house. But if you can keep your eyes open and be aware that if you see shoes outside, then you can remove your shoes. Some altars are called lutsidans and may contain a scroll called a ghahonsan. Some Buddhists may also carry a prayer book called a ganyal book and meditation beads. Some people carry around the meditation beads. You might see them, they're little wooden beads. Sometimes they have them on their wrists, sometimes they wear them around their neck. The ganyal book and the beads can be handled. Anything that is a part of someone's faith should be treated with respect. Most customs and courtesies vary depending on ethnic backgrounds. The thing to key in on is really the ethnic or national background of the person. Thai people, Southeast Asian Buddhists will have a different set of courtesies than East Asian. For me, an American. Just approach me the same as you would any other Irish American. When in doubt, simply ask. People of all backgrounds welcome courteous inquiries. Yes, you could ask. That would be great because you might not know what kind of Buddhist you're having a dialogue with and they'd be happy to tell you what their limitations are if they had any. There are many different sects of Buddhism and many different customs and practices. There are several things to consider when interacting with followers of Buddhism. Remove your shoes when entering a Buddhist temple. Many but not all Buddhists are vegetarians. Buddhist monks and nuns are greeted with folded hands and a nod. Monks and nuns do not touch people of the opposite sex. In non-emergencies, police may be asked to remove their shoes before entering some Buddhist homes. Statues of the Buddha are not sacred but should be treated respectfully. Those scrolls called ghonsans should not be touched by police unless absolutely necessary. Police may handle articles such as prayer books and meditation beads. All of the people we encounter on a daily basis expect to be treated with dignity and respect. Those who practice Buddhism are no exception. It is our hope that this video will serve to enlighten and foster a new awareness and understanding. Thanks for watching and as always, stay safe.


Brian, tell me about you and about the car. What's your history in rallying? What's my history in rallying? I've been rallying for about 50 years now, I think, something like that All over the world. Been here three times. This is the third one here Oh, London to Sydney, the safari a couple of times The Himalayan rally all sorts and a lot of stuff in Europe now mainly tarmac in Europe So what's the appeal of a BDA and what's the appeal of the silver firm? The appeal of a BDA is magic, isn't it? It's like driving a very very powerful go-kart The silver firm is seven days of magic or eight days of magic and Two years rallying in a week, which is fantastic Is that about what it equates to in terms of what you can get in the UK or elsewhere? Well, we're doing what 1100 kilometers here, aren't we, over the event The average European event is about 150-200 kilometers and the average year forest event in England is 45 miles, which is what? That's 70 clicks. So, yeah Surprised to say you like it, Ben. Oh, I love it. Absolutely. I don't like the rough stuff And the twitchy twitchy bits of the forest you'd have to do those over that last stage


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Global confirmed cases of COVID-19 go over 10 million at the weekend and the death toll now over 500,000. The state of Florida alone in the United States now has more new confirmed cases of coronavirus than all of Europe. I'm Anthony Chung. I'm the head of market analysis here at Amphi Trading and this is your look ahead for markets for this week. So looking at the charts then, first of all, and what is going on, we've got a degree of slight risk of sentiment given some of those headlines that I've just said. Plenty more things for me to discuss with you guys as well for the week ahead. But in the currency markets, we've got a little bit of a difference in the way the dollar is behaving this morning. Actually, Dixie is trading down about three-tenths of one percent. So both major currency pairs here in the top left-hand corner are on the front foot, up around 40 to 45 pips each in euro-dollar on the left and cable in the center. Now one of the main reasons for this is that if we look at this chart here, this is looking at the US seven-day rolling average of new cases against that of the EU. As you can see here, quite a distinct divergence between the two lines, which have otherwise been relatively tracking each other over the period of April or May during the height of really the acceleration and peak of the first phase of the virus. So at the moment, this secondary wave definitely much more evident in the United States, which of course, were one of the last countries in the developed world to go into a stringent lockdown and also one of the first nations to reopen a little bit more aggressively than what we've seen in other parts of the world and mainland Europe. So here then, I think what's a bit different this morning from what had been the case last week and the week before, if you remember, whenever we've had risk of sentiment, generally the dollar then has strengthened as a flight to quality. The global reserve currency people flocking to safe havens in that extent. But this morning, quite interestingly, the opposite is happening and the dollar actually is weakening quite considerably. And I think this is to do really with this chart in that if you think about the dynamics, then if the US economy is going to have to hold or roll back some of the aggressive reopening of some of these most popular states in America, like Texas, for example, which has seen record numbers of coronavirus new cases of the weekend, well, then that's going to hamper the economic recovery of America. Perhaps then that's going to lead to the Fed having to offer more in a way from various forms of stimulus, and that's going to weaken inherently the dollar at this point. And if the economic recovery picks up then in the rest of the world, i.e. in the Europe or the UK and elsewhere, or then perhaps then now just trying to see then a currency strength going into these other places away from the US dollar. Interestingly, when we look at the euro dollar pair, we start looking on a weekly there is certainly a longstanding trend line going back to 2018, which you can see that we've tested a few times before here in the summer of 2018 in the beginning of this year. And it has held the price action on the test that we had in June as well just a few weeks ago. So at the moment, it'd be interesting to see, obviously, as that if this continues, if the price of the euro continues to strengthen against the dollar, then up towards some of these rejected highs that we've had through this month. And then that trend line coming in could be an interesting area around the one 14 handle to keep an eye on in the more medium term. Otherwise, in the other asset classes, equity index features generally lower. The tax down about 50 points this morning, gold up then about five dollars also, T notes, though, are down about three ticks, having gapped up slightly, just edging low in the overnight session. But finding some support here at the Asia pack low and also the pivot level just below in the 10 year oil markets, kind of tracking this overall sentiment, which we have seen quite linked then to the kind of overall pessimism that can develop when these COVID-19 cases start to increase globally, particularly in the US and the impact that that can have subsequently on demand. So oil prices also continue to track lower down about 72 cents. But a support there found in WCI crude at around today's S one in the daily pivots, barely pushed below there. If that were to materialize this afternoon and would be eyeing the lows that were seen last Thursday, which would be down towards the thirty seven dollar handle to keep an eye on. So let's just run through some of the headlines and talk about what's moving markets this morning. And this is it. This is your headline figures. So as I just mentioned, then confirmed cases do top 10 million. The biggest number being in the US, Brazil, Russia, India and the United Kingdom. It has then seen a couple of things I want to talk about in the US. First of all, I guess looking at the shape, if you like, of the the seven day average, and as you can see here, the peak of new cases then superseding that of the first wave, because we never really peered back to a great degree, unlike countries like the UK and Europe before the reopening commenced. So total confirmed cases now in America, you know, making up a good 25 to 30 percent proportion of the overall global cases with the death toll now coming up to 126,000. Those main areas which we'll be looking at continue to see incredibly steep trajectories at the moment. So of course, as we go through both today and the rest of this week, it's now a main staple of the economic kind of calendar of events for the day that you need to be aware of that being around that three, three 30 p.m. time, London, when we start to get the latest daily updates and tracking them about the level of increase from one day to the next. And, you know, you can see areas like Florida, accelerating, but across the board here, really, California, Nevada, Texas, Arizona, some of the key ones that I'm looking at at the moment. Here is looking at a pretty useful resource as well. I did have quite a few questions last week about how can we track the kind of our rate, the reproductive rate of the virus on a state level? You can see here in Nevada by far and above the highest at the moment with an estimated figure of around 1.64. And again, one, as we can see here with the red line is the kind of threshold if you like in order to contain the exponential growth of the virus. You can see here definitely more above that than below at this point if you're looking at the entire nationwide pitching in the US. So the highest reproductive rate at the moment in Nevada, Montana, Florida, Hawaii, Idaho, Wyoming and Oklahoma for the time being but closely followed by other areas like Texas, for example. Which is at one, two, five and Texas. Interesting because COVID-19 positive test rates surged to 14.31 percent. As of yesterday, that's the highest for the second most popular US state since the pandemic emerged. And actually, if you look at going back over the last couple of weeks, the rate has effectively tripled, given fairly inflicting with the reopening of that in that state in particular. Other global areas that are capturing some headlines this morning outside of that in other areas like India and Brazil, for example, is Australia. They're facing a concerning quote because their authorities spike in coronavirus infections with 75 new cases reported in the state of Victoria on Monday. And then also there's some reports from China at the weekend which was basically saying that a county in the northern part of China has been silled off. This was several miles outside of Beijing, but very close proximity where they've sealed off around 400,000 residents placed under tighter restrictions and quarantine after a dozen or so COVID-19 cases were reported. And these are all being linked to that breakout that we saw in that cluster case in that marketplace about two weeks ago in Beijing. So still you can see how that can manifest and grow quite quickly from that point on, but China again adopting quite aggressive tactics and over the weekend China Central Bank coming out saying we'll implement new monetary tools to make sure liquidity continues to reach the economy. The PBOC said it would increase proportion of smaller company credit and manufacturing loans. So again, continuing to do everything that it possibly can to support the economic recovery. Interestingly as well, we are going to get some Chinese data coming out this week in particular in the overnight session. We get the official manufacturing PMI from China. Now, this is expected to come in the consensus estimate is for 50 spots six. So that would be indicative of still being an expansionary territory confirming then quite a V shaped solid recovery and confidence in China. But underlying this, a lot of what I've been reading from various different analysts is this idea that the actual new orders is what's going to be impacted. And although things looking quite good now, really the fate of whether this economic story of recovery can continue in China is largely dependent on really what happens with the rest of the world. And at the moment that is looking relatively precarious, particularly in countries like China's biggest customer America, where it's looking like then they might have to go into new phases of lockdown to contain this latest outbreak, and that's going to have a subsequent impact on the new orders that the US are going to have to put into China. And that's going to have implications for the Chinese economy. So yeah, plenty going on. And with everything I've just covered, this is my macro menu that I write and publish every Sunday via my Twitter account. So there's my handle if you want to read the piece in more detail. But on here, just to make things as easy as possible, I've put here basically several clickable hyperlinks to all the different websites and systems that I use in order to monitor the COVID-19 situation. So including some of those I've just shown you. So check that out. They're all linked up. So you can just click on it. Now, I think they're definitely worth but marking on your browser as we go forward, because markets continue to remain ultra sensitive to developments on this front at the moment. What does this mean then? What's the knock on effect? Well, interesting. There was a CBS survey that came out this morning and it was talking about only five percent of Americans in that survey think things are going very well at the moment against 40 percent, who said they're going very badly according to a survey taken from the end of last week. Now, what does that mean? Well, it does mean that Biden continues through really no gain of his own, more somewhat self-inflicting of Trump. He's obviously taken a bit of a beating in the polls on the back of some of the handling of the Black Lives Matter kind of movement and also, of course, on the kind of picking up and re-acceleration of COVID-19 across various states with his kind of move to try and reopen the economy sooner than most other nations. And so, yeah, interesting to continue to look at this. Again, if you refer back to my macro menu, I do give some more opinion and talk about this in a little bit more detail, because one of the things, even despite the Biden gap and lead quite significantly over Trump at the moment, I still personally believe that Trump will win the election come November, as it stands as of today. But instead of me explaining that now, again, just go to that macro menu and you can see my my logic behind that kind of forecast. I did ask you guys at the weekend on Twitter around 725 votes, so fairly decent sample size about what you thought and who was going to win the election at this point. And quite interestingly, you're pretty much split down the middle. It's kind of like one of those Brexit vote situations. But Trump just edging it slightly, 51 to 49 percent would be the latest elsewhere, Brexit. So actually, Brexit officials on both sides are going to be meeting today for the first time face to face. I think since March, having done that virtually, of course, since the lockdown, so the chief negotiator, David Frost, will meet with the EU deputy chief negotiator, Al Barolo, now meeting Brussels. And at the moment, in terms of these talks, this is what's coming out of the FT. Brussels says Britain's silence on subsidies risks hampering intensified talks starting today is still state aid and fisheries are the stumbling blocks. Reports in the UK press have suggested that senior MPs in the Conservative Party are urging Brexit negotiators to reject any type of Brexit compromises offered by Brussels this week. Just to remind you, then, we are, of course, coming into a kind of meaningful period in the negotiation timetable, and that being that tomorrow does, in fact, mark then the deadline for the submission from the UK to request an extension of the transition period. Now, that looks unlikely to happen. So here's what we have then going forward, starting today through to July 3rd, effectively this week. They're back to the negotiating table in person. Then we get to the last chance, which is obviously tomorrow, the final deadline for the transition period, which at this point in time is looked to set to remain to the end of this year. We then have soft deadlines on July 1st. The original timetable, the EU and UK should, by now, have reached, in accord on fisheries, a precondition for a trade deal, as well as in accord on what access London's financial services firms will have to the single market after the UN. So if you're going to monitor, I guess, these Brexit talks and you're looking for key trigger points that we are progressing and moving down the right path here, that's really the areas you need to look for, which is fisheries, importantly, and also state aid and also access to the financial services for the single market as well would be key areas. July 6th, then Chief Negotiators and their teams hold specialised discussions, and then it really ramps up now, and so instead of it being every three weeks that they're talking, they're effectively talking every week going forward. July 13th, the Chief Negotiators and teams hold more discussions. A fifth round of talks scheduled to take place in London then, 20th to the 24th. More discussions at the end of the month, then a sixth round of talks in mid-August and an extraordinary meeting of the EU leaders in mid-September, and then quite a lot of people focused on that mid-October EU leaders meeting in Brussels for when they want to get some kind of deal then done at least a simple trade deal at that point in order to see it through the end of the year. So I'll share all these dates with you in a tweet shortly, so you've got them all to hand. But one thing that you're going to hear later today is Boris Johnson. He's basically going to come out and deliver a speech today and what can you expect from the Prime Minister? Well, he's going to promise that the government will build, build, build its way out of the biggest crisis for 75 years with extra spending for schools, hospitals and infrastructure. So this is kind of similar to what I think you're going to see from the likes of Donald Trump as well is that in order to offset this economic reality that we are facing at the moment is just going to be this continuation of any means in order to see and support economic growth going forward. And obviously in the Western world, the way the democracy works, where governments tend to be quite short-termists, so less are focused on the long-term implications of the accumulation of debt and more so about just trying to kickstart the economy and get the biggest bang for your buck. You can expect pledges of another large-scale government spending to be coming from Boris Johnson, who again has been looking at a little less favorable in the polls just given some of the latest COVID situation. And interestingly over the weekend, similar to what I was discussing in some of the briefings last week, more scenes over the weekend, following some of the good weather we had. I think it was on Friday, a little bit less that the weekend, but beaches packed across Britain and London, there's been lots of just meetups in parks and inappropriate social gathering. If I was putting it politely, I'd say illegal raves would be the other way of saying it, but they've been popping up all over London. I even could hear one going off last night on a Sunday night. So definitely as we go into the July 4th, so this weekend, which is the next phase of reopening in the UK, it's going to be so interesting to see whether or not that the UK can keep that level suppressed of what we've had in that COVID-19 case. I mean, if you look at here, the United Kingdom has generally seen a continuous decline and divergence then with the US, but here then lies the risk as we go forward over the next two or three weeks, given the incubation period of the virus and then the reopening we've got at the weekend, whether or not we start to see something similar to the US or not, which obviously would be incredibly politically difficult for Boris to manage going forward, so we're tracking. Looking at the calendar then, just to sum things up for the rest of the day, from the speaker's point of view, a variety of different central banks are scheduled and I think this is quite as to be expected. I think a lot of these central banks just want to show a degree of control and calmness to this developing global pandemic. And so I think you can expect lots of speeches as we go throughout the week. The ones in particular I'm quite interested in are Fed's, well, excuse me, Bank of England's, Andy Haldane, he's the chief economist of the Bank of England again, was the dissenter against the group in order that he did not foresee the need now to go ahead with more additional quantitative easing which the Bank of England did do. So I'd be interested to see whether or not that his perspective has changed or not. And then on the US side, Fed's Powell and US Treasury Secretary Mnuchin, they testify just about the various different ongoing stimulus packages and lending facilities that have been adopted in order to support the economy. So from Mnuchin, I don't think this is gonna be a particularly market moving event, but one of the things that we are looking out for, given the exploration of some of the government's programs towards the end of July, whether or not and how far they've progressed with this idea of additional, more stimulus measures from the government of which I am expecting there to be, they're going to be forthcoming, but in what shape and in what timeline is that gonna follow? It's gonna be quite key. Trump obviously last week was talking about that he's in favor of issuing a second stimulus check and so on. From Powell's side, I don't think you're gonna get too much, but do note as well, Wednesday night, you do get the FOMC minutes and this will be where they unveiled those latest projections. They said the interest rates were gonna stay basically where they are through 2022. So I guess I'm looking for any further insight in towards then what would need to happen or evolve in the economy for them to kind of start to tweak that going forward and if we were to see a materially worse situation unfold in the future and what other policy tools or measures could be under consideration, would be things that I'll be looking out for in those minutes. Other than that, the other thing to be definitely aware of is that we've got a holiday short and weak. So as you can see, it is of course, Independence Day in the US this weekend. So actually, Friday is a market closure in America ahead of that. So everything's gonna be squeezed into four instead of traditionally five days. So I do think that needs to be considered when you look at the week as a whole because it will be a little bit more front loaded than usual. And that does mean then we've got the regular kind of jobs data or at least constituents from things like manufacturing PMI in the US. You've got ADP, ISM manufacturing coming all on Wednesday. So it's gonna be quite a lot of data squeezed into those days. And then Thursday, of course, we get the latest US non-farm payroll reports. So that's coming out on a Thursday this week. Now, expectations there are, we are gonna create again, millions of jobs and the unemployment rate is expected to decrease once again. But overall, I don't really see too much in the way of payrolls really causing much in terms of a long-lasting way of impacting market sentiments about what we think about the economic future going forward. I actually think non-farm payrolls, despite any short-term volatility, is relatively redundant. We have seen US data, of course, things like home sales, manufacturing activity, even recent payroll reports have all surprised to the upside enough in fact that the city surprise index is at a record high at the moment. And even if the data this Thursday follows that pattern, I mean, the unemployment rate should move lower, but I guess caution is warranted because it's not a reliable indicator. It understates the true rate of joblessness because of the way the methodology is and about people being furloughed. It's not really that accurate a figure at the moment. An average hourly earnings will fall sharply, but this is a statistical effect caused by lots of relatively low earning workers regaining employment, which drags the average level of hourly wages lower. So just think about things like hospitality, for example. So as they come back into work and the reopening that we have seen over the past four weeks, over the reference period, that's gonna drag that average rate lower. So again, it means that average hourly earnings basically are meaningless in that respect. So yeah, a couple of things to consider. So that's it really for me. If you go on the Amplify YouTube channel, Sam has put out his video for the week ahead technical levels to be aware of. So you've got that and Eddie did a fantastic video as well. You can see here about the Wirecard Fraud Explained. It's had over 10,000 hits over the weekend, so definitely worth checking out. But that's it from me. So I'm gonna wish you a very good week ahead. Any questions at all, feel free to leave a comment and yeah, I'll catch you tomorrow morning. Thanks very much.