An experiencer‚ who has extracted several odd-looking objects from her body‚ contacted me to help find answers. The foreign material started to appear last year.I have been working with the implant experiencer over this past week after I previously posted a report (I've included that post at the end of this update). I'm including more images of the various materials that the experiencer has removed from her body. The locations of extraction vary but most are being expelled just right of the naval. Below are a few images collected so far.I am also including a video link of the clear chip-like object. After it was extracted it began to independently move while suspended in a formalin solution.Implant - Material Moving Independently (Formalin Solution)I conducted an initial interview with the experiencer by telephone. She is 57 years old and lives in a major city on the US East Coast. She has had access to several well-known and highly regarded medical facilities and physicians through referrals from her partner who is in the medical field. So far‚ none of the medical professionals have acknowledged that she is suffering from any parasitic condition or disease.I was also told that the experiencer had briefly suffered from Morgellons disease a few years ago. Morgellons disease is described as a condition characterized by a belief that parasites or fibers are emerging from the skin. People with this condition often report feeling as if something is crawling on or stinging their skin. The syndrome is considered by most of the medical community to be a psychosomatic response to outside factors. I have seen the phenomenon in person with a former client who suffered from it.There is no single established cure for Morgellons disease‚ but regular follow-up with a physician along with treatment of any associated conditions such as anxiety or depression may help.I will continue to assist the experiencer in an attempt to discover if there was possible previous contact with otherworldly entities that may have resulted in her condition.-----Below is the original email that I received from the experiencer with images:I recently received the following account:"Hello. I am grasping as straws as to where to turn. I do not claim to have encountered or even seen a UFO or UAP or whatever the proper term is these days. The edited version of my story is that in the process of trying to prove to close-minded doctors that I am suffering from parasites‚ I have discovered something stranger than parasites in my body.Using a handheld microscope I often extract things from my tissue and place them in a vial (some with and some without a liquid medium like Formalin) and take pictures in an attempt to find a specimen that is undeniably a parasite.A few days ago I extracted something that does not appear to be organic to me. In my opinion‚ It looks like a man-made object. That in itself was puzzling to me‚ but the mystery grew when I observed it changing shape‚ seemingly morphing from a narrow object with elliptical cutouts lit from inside to a solid cube with no way of light passing through it‚ to an almost see-through sheet of material!I will attach a few of my amateur pictures. They are not the best quality‚ but I hope that I captured enough to represent evidence of my observation. 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Our Bands And Artists That Released Six Fantastic Albums In A Row marks a shift in the perfect series. We have eliminated the word perfect and replaced it with fantastic. The reason is simple: with the exception of just a handful of artists‚ it’s pretty hard to present long lists of artists that released six perfect albums in a row. However‚ many released six fantastic ones in a row. Although there are many we wish could have been on this list‚ many bands wound up releasing albums that were just two weak to include in the middle of a great The post Bands And Artists That Released Six Fantastic Albums In A Row appeared first on ClassicRockHistory.com.

The Clash‚ formed in 1976 in London‚ England‚ is widely recognized as one of the most influential punk bands of all time. The original lineup consisted of Joe Strummer (lead vocals‚ rhythm guitar)‚ Mick Jones (lead guitar‚ vocals)‚ Paul Simonon (bass guitar‚ backing vocals)‚ and Terry Chimes (drums)‚ although Topper Headon later replaced Chimes. The Clash released six studio albums: “The Clash” (1977)‚ “Give ‘Em Enough Rope” (1978)‚ “London Calling” (1979)‚ “Sandinista!” (1980)‚ “Combat Rock” (1982)‚ and “Cut the Crap” (1985). “London Calling‚” their third album‚ is often hailed as one of the greatest rock albums of all time.  The The post Complete List Of The Clash Albums And Discography appeared first on ClassicRockHistory.com.

In one of Africa’s last great wildernesses‚ a remarkable thing has happened—the scimitar-horned oryx‚ once declared extinct in the wild‚ is now classified only as endangered. It’s the first time the International Union for the Conservation of Nature (IUCN)‚ the world’s largest conservation organization‚ has ever moved a species on its Red List from ‘Extinct […] The post In World First‚ Horned Oryx Upgraded from Extinct in Wild to Endangered Owing to Decades of Zoo Work appeared first on Good News Network.

The post How to Make a Vet Visit Less Stressful For Your Cat: 10 Tips From Our Vet by Dr. Lauren Demos (Vet) appeared first on Catster. Copying over entire articles infringes on copyright laws. You may not be aware of it‚ but all of these articles were assigned‚ contracted and paid for‚ so they aren't considered public domain. However‚ we appreciate that you like the article and would love it if you continued sharing just the first paragraph of an article‚ then linking out to the rest of the piece on Catster.com. Dr. Lauren here! When’s the last time your cat went into the vet? The thought of a howling cat (“singing the song of their people”) is never pleasant. Believe me‚ I’ve been the person in the car with a Pancake howling so loud‚ that the people in the car next to me looked at me as if to say‚ “Are you ok? Do we need to call the police?” And once Pancake starts howling‚ Tiller picks up the refrain. But do cats truly hide illness and/or injury? Yes‚ we vets spout this convention often‚ but only because it is true. Retinal lesions indicative of high blood pressure‚ palpable thyroid nodules in the neck‚ early dental cavities…all of these are things so easy to find in person‚ but impossible to find when our cats stay at home. So‚ back to the visit. It’s tough. But it’s a necessary evil. That said‚ cats don’t understand that. Imagine if you were asked to visit your gynecologist‚ dentist‚ cardiologist‚ internist‚ GP‚ and urologist…all in one day. You’d probably have a guttural NO (or two) to utter‚ as well. Now imagine you were shoved in a box prior to leaving your house‚ jostled around‚ and had no say whatsoever in the matter. Not a pretty picture‚ right? Believe me when I say: there are things we can do to make this better for cats. A lot has been written and studied in the last decade or two about decreasing stress for pets‚ in particular cats‚ for vet visits: this can include very random to very useful items (think music composed specifically for cats!). But the purpose of this essay is to give you practical‚ easy things that anyone can do to help lessen the stress of vet visits for your cat. Some are so simple‚ you might be surprised that you’re not already doing them. First‚ Identify Your Cat’s Personality Type Before doing anything‚ you need to decide what your cat’s personality type is around new situations: are they a nervous nellie? Or a Happy Harry? Nervous Nellie New things are scary! These cats hide‚ or hiss—not because they are mean‚ but because they are scared: Don’t like change Don’t like new people Happy Harry (aka Dog-Cats) The more stimulation and new things to look at‚ the better! These cats engage with the surroundings. New person? Come‚ let me flirt with you! Feed me and I’m your friend for life! Obviously‚ these are generalizations‚ but they help develop a sense of what your cat wants. A Nervous Nellie that wants to hide will probably like their cage covered with a blanket‚ things in the cage that smell or look familiar‚ and things to hide under. They probably don’t want bribes in the form of treats. A Happy Harry probably would love to take a nap‚ on the other hand. And they likely don’t want to be fully covered‚ they want everyone to see their magnificent feline splendor! Accommodate Your Cat’s Personality One of my recent patients‚ Freddie‚ is a great example. I met Freedie and her mom when they wanted a second opinion on how best to help her damaged ear. Freddie came in this week for her annual wellness‚ and while Freddie is happy to have attention‚ she likes having space to hide‚ feel safe‚ and decide how things happen on her terms. So‚ her mom piled blankets and cushions into the carrier‚ giving her great hiding opportunities‚ and had a nice big carrier that easily came apart‚ making things easy breezy for Miss Freddie. I don’t know that there is such a thing as a stress-free vet visit per se‚ but less stressful is a great goal. The 10 Tips to Help Reduce A Cat’s Stress at the Vet’s Tips for Everyone: 1. Find a good carrier Something that easily fits your cat‚ that has at least two entrances/exits‚ that can be easily opened. Broken latches‚ or a single entrance‚ are difficult for most cats‚ and exacerbate the stress. Too‚ make sure it’s clean before you put your cat into it- would you prefer to travel in a dirty car‚ or one that is clean? 2. At home‚ leave the carrier out so it’s more a familiar place‚ than a strange item. Offer treats in the carrier. Image Credit: Oleg Batrak‚ Shutterstock 3. Speaking of treats‚ bring them. A familiar scent can go a long way to normalizing the experience. 4. If your cat won’t eat treats‚ try the magic that is Lick-E-Lix or Churus… Most cats that won’t touch treats‚ will still devour this yogurt-consistency tube of cat deliciousness. I’ve watched people draw blood on cats without assistance‚ purely because they distracted the cat with a Lick-E-Lix or Churu. 5. Be calm yourself. Cats pick up on our stress! Studies suggest that cats can recognize the facial expressions of at least a few emotions in humans. 6. Calming cat music. Believe it or not‚ cats might appreciate music. Youtube has channels specifically for this‚ so consider it as an option. Next Level Tips: Stepping Up The Calm As I mentioned earlier‚ there are other options that are more recently coming into play. They might not be an option for every cat owner‚ but if they are available to you‚ and you can make use of them‚ I highly recommend it. 7. Pheromone sprays Test them ahead of a vet visit‚ but a number of pheromone diffusers and sprays are now available to help decrease stress in cats. 8. Visit good clinics. Image Credit: Prostock-studio‚ Shutterstock Some clinics have gone the extra mile to make cat friendly more than just a thought. There are various options‚ such as Cat Friendly Practices by the American Association of Feline Practitioners or Cat Friendly Clinics overseas‚ but regardless‚ these clinics have gone the extra mile to prove they want to make a cat’s visit comfortable. 9. Step it up even further: cat-only clinics and cat specialists actually exist. Many cat specialists see both routine wellness and referral cases‚ and cat-only clinics remove all noise‚ scents‚ and the confusion that dogs can create for cats; having worked in cat only clinics for the second half of my career‚ I cannot recommend enough the benefits of a cat only clinic. Ask to visit your local one‚ if you can. The difference will leave you (and your cat) making biscuits. 10. Talk to your cat’s vet about sedation options! There are newer options we have started using in cats in the last 5 years or so that make a huge difference for very anxious or stressed patients! So‚ next time you set paw in the clinic‚ come prepared with these options‚ and see that bringing your cat into the clinic can not only be less stressful‚ but also potentially a positive experience. Both for their health‚ and your peace of mind. Know‚ too‚ that many of these can be applied to other stressful situations cats might experience: fireworks‚ visiting guests‚ and new pets. Featured Image Credit: 4 PM production‚ Shutterstock The post How to Make a Vet Visit Less Stressful For Your Cat: 10 Tips From Our Vet by Dr. Lauren Demos (Vet) appeared first on Catster. Copying over entire articles infringes on copyright laws. 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Ada’s holiday trip to meet her girlfriend’s family becomes a bit more fraught than usual when she discovers the family’s unusual Christmas Eve tradition…     The first thing Ada Cirillo noticed on the way to her girlfriend’s family’s Christmas Eve party was the way Lil looked out the window. Usually Lil was the talkative type‚ the beak that broke through Ada’s shell and hurled her out to experience the world. But as they drove through the limestone-blasted roadways of Missouri toward Saint Charles‚ where Lil’s parents resided‚ Lil was quiet. Distant. She didn’t rest her hand on Ada’s knee as Ada drove through the light crust of snow on the highway. Instead‚ both hands knotted together in her lap. “We don’t have to do this‚” Ada said. “I’ll drop you off and keep on to New York.” The original plan was to drive from University of Kansas‚ where they both worked‚ straight to New York. Ada’s mother lived in Brooklyn‚ where they’d planned to spend New Year’s Eve. “Huh?” Lil shook her head. “Oh‚ that’s too long a drive to go alone‚ and my family will love you.” “You’re awfully quiet about it‚” Ada said‚ nodding toward the space on the passenger window that Lil had fogged with her breath. Lil shrugged. “Traditions‚ you know.” “My mom and her friends like to do robber bingo and eat baklava‚” Ada said. “Not those types of traditions‚” Lil said‚ scowling at the window. Ada shrugged it off; Lil often became waspish when she worried. As they drove along the I-70‚ maneuvering around SUVs with artificial antlers above their car doors‚ passing Missouri towns along the highway‚ Ada wondered what type of tradition made someone contemplate the outside like tea leaves in a cup. Lil’s shoulders visibly trembled. Ada wasn’t sure what else to say. There were infinite ways to spend the holidays. A week before Christmas‚ Lil and Ada’s best friend‚ Levi‚ had invited them to one of his family’s Hanukkah celebrations and they’d agreed to go. At the last minute‚ Lil received a call. Ada remembered it clearly‚ had catalogued it like other moments in their relationship: Ada saw Lil’s shoulders tense as they sat on the couch‚ saw Lil stare at the name on her phone—a Georgina Hill—and run to the bathroom of their small apartment. Behind the bathroom door‚ Ada heard whispers‚ which turned into an adamant and repeated “Mom‚ no.” Then Lil’s voice grew shrill. Begging‚ followed by a prolonged silence. Lil came out of the bathroom and announced they were visiting her family for Christmas Eve. “One night‚” she said. “Easy as pie.” In hindsight‚ after what she eavesdropped on in the bathroom‚ Ada should have prodded more‚ sat Lil down to get to the meat of it. But Ada would be the first to admit herself a topical person—often too afraid of digging under her spray-tanned‚ white skin. That‚ and Ada was never one to shy away from surface curiosity; she was more than happy to meet the family Lil spoke of but rarely saw. The Hills. A stereotypical Midwestern family from Saint Charles‚ Missouri‚ with a long history. Ada had taken an interest and Googled the old stories. Sons split between Confederacy and Union; a patriarch who hanged himself on a tree branch that jutted out over the nearby Missouri River; legend of an affair between a niece and the young housekeeper‚ which Ada had found especially juicy. Lil begged her to stop. “My family history is not one of your antique books.” Ada was finishing her degree in medieval studies with a focus on restoring and collecting illuminated manuscripts—particularly family trees—while Lil taught freshman English composition‚ working up the poor adjunct route with money sent from her parents. Ada stopped researching the Hills‚ honoring Lil’s request. She had not reached Lil’s immediate family‚ having started from the past and moving forward in time. Now‚ they had arrived at the present. Ada maneuvered the sedan through the historic streets of Saint Charles to the Hills’ house outside of downtown‚ an ornately painted brown and blue Victorian with a large porch and a porch swing that hung heavy on one side. Two additions jutted out on either side. Before opening the car door‚ Lil shrugged out of her puffer coat and laid it across the dash. Then she reached out and placed a hand over Ada’s on the gear shift between them. “There are some odd things about the house‚” Lil said. “They’re all part of a story‚ and I know you like stories.” “I do like stories‚” Ada said‚ but Lil held up her hand. “Remember that scene in Christmas Vacation‚ where they’re in bed with the sap on their fingers?” Ada didn’t know where this was going‚ but they’d watched the movie together before‚ once or twice at parties. They both hated the movie. “Ellen Griswold tells Clark Griswold that he builds events up in his mind‚” Lil said. She waves her hand around the top of her head. “He sets expectations no one lives up to. That’s fucked up‚ right? Well‚ my Uncle Kurt was just like Clark Griswold. Believe me‚ Ada‚ you won’t like this story‚ but—please know that I love you‚ and that’s all that matters.” What a speech‚ Ada was tempted to say‚ but that distant‚ fearful look in Lil’s eye stopped her. “All right‚” Ada said. “I love you‚ too.”   It took a moment for Ada to realize there were few Christmas decorations inside the Hill’s house‚ and nothing on the outside. No wreath on the front door. No lights bordering the beautiful front porch. They walked into a dark wood-paneled foyer restored to its original glory‚ down to the sconces on the wall that looked like oil lamps but ran on electricity. The air smelled of warm bread and salty meat‚ and something muskier‚ like wet fur. Rather than wreaths or holly‚ leather straps curled up the banister of the staircase. A huge‚ hammered copper bucket of fresh‚ from-the-ground carrots sat next to a grandfather clock near the entrance to the parlor‚ where there were voices mixed with subtle‚ classic Christmas music. Bing Crosby. Eartha Kitt. Lil seemed to gather herself‚ then nodded to the leather straps on the banister. “They’re actual reins‚” Lil said. She stomped her feet to loosen the snow on her boots and hung Ada’s coat on an iron hook bolted into a wall. There were no other coats. “Reins?” Ada asked. “For horses and stuff‚” Lil said. “Is that a local thing?” Ada asked. Lil shook her head‚ opened her mouth to speak‚ but Georgina swept in from the parlor. “Oh wonderful‚” she said‚ her voice loud and carrying. Ada figured it was Lil’s mother‚ Georgina‚ by the large‚ gold G stamped on a gold medallion hanging from a thin leather cord around her neck. Her hair was dark like Lil’s‚ though rather than Lil’s uneven bob‚ Georgina wore her hair straight and unkempt to the waist‚ jetted with silvery streaks. Georgina looked winded. Cheeks flushed‚ nostrils shiny from a runny nose she kept wiping at with a cloth handkerchief in a pocket of her plaid skirt. “You must be Ada‚” Georgina said‚ sniffing and holding out her hand. “So glad you could join us. I hope you like red wine‚ because we loathe white.” “Red is fine‚” Ada said‚ holding out her own hand to shake Georgina’s. Her skin was ice cold‚ a slight tremble to it‚ like Lil had trembled in the car. “Is everyone here?” Lil asked‚ voice low. Georgina smiled‚ all perfect white teeth. “No one is ever late on Christmas Eve these past few years. Dinner is ready‚ so we’ll begin the festivities.” “I’ll do it this year‚” Lil said‚ snatching Georgina’s other wrist. “Please.” Georgina shook her daughter off softly‚ smile faltering but steadfast. “No‚” she said. “The plan is the plan‚ as your Uncle Kurt used to say.” Lil flinched as if slapped. Ada felt she’d missed something vital‚ and while her hand was still held by Georgina‚ she reached out with her free hand to grip Lil’s. “Can I help?” Ada asked. “Of course.” Georgina turned her smile back on‚ full-fledged and aligned. “But first‚ dinner. Get meat deep in your belly.” Georgina turned heel and swept back into the parlor‚ Lil following behind‚ head bowed. Ada remained in the foyer‚ eyeing the reins on the banister‚ winding tightly up the stairs into darkness.   Dinner was a thick spiced stew with a dozen rolls of different bread to be passed and dipped. Ada sat in between Georgina and Lil at a long table in the dining room‚ paneled with wood as dark as the panels in the foyer. Also at the table was Lil’s Aunt Mindy—Georgina’s sister—who sat at the head. Lil’s cousins‚ Charlie and Butch‚ both looking in their early twenties‚ sat directly across from Ada‚ Lil‚ and Georgina‚ glancing at their mother‚ Mindy‚ and whispering in each other’s ears. At the other end was Lil’s Grandma Mabel‚ who gave hard looks to both her daughters that neither would meet head-on. Finally‚ Lil’s father‚ Patrick‚ sat at the foot. He was broad-shouldered‚ someone built like he used to be in amazing shape but now sagged at the corners. He had a thick head of gray hair that went every which way‚ reminding Ada of the classic pictures of Albert Einstein. He ate ravenously‚ scooping bits of meat out of the stew with bread that he had ripped apart. He had not said a word to Lil or Ada since they had arrived. “It’s not you‚” Lil had whispered‚ catching Ada staring. “He hates Christmas Eve. Soon he’ll dive into his private Scotch and drink until he falls asleep. Tomorrow‚ he’ll pretend it never happened.” “That’s horrible‚” Ada had whispered back. Lil had shrugged. Grandma Mabel had begun a droning speech‚ lamenting the old days of peace and duty‚ when Christmas was actually about Jesus instead of “stupid animals.” Ada nearly choked on the bread when she heard the last of it. She looked around the room‚ at Lil‚ wondering if someone besides her should ask what the fuck Grandma Mabel meant. Instead‚ everyone focused on their bread. “Okay‚ Gramma‚” Charlie said. Butch leaned in from across the table and whispered‚ “She does this every year.” Charlie nodded to Lil. “Staying the night?” Lil’s own smile faded. “Ada is‚ too‚” she said. Charlie frowned at Ada. “Tough luck. My boyfriend came once. Never again.” “What do you mean?” Ada asked. Butch’s eyes widened. Brown like Lil’s. “You haven’t told her?” As Grandma Mabel continued her speech‚ a loud thump sounded overhead‚ shaking the chandelier above them. The Hills paused‚ even Mabel‚ glancing up at the ceiling. It could not be a branch or acorns‚ as Ada used to hear those sounds often at her own home growing up in the forests of the Northeast. This was heavier. Another thump‚ and Mindy reached across the corner to grab Georgina’s wrist; Georgina shook it off‚ reaching across the table to grab another bread roll. She already had two untouched on her plate. Her hand hovered as another thump shook the house hard enough to rattle the wineglasses on the table. “What is that?” Ada asked. All eyes turned to Ada. Georgina’s eyes widened‚ then narrowed on Lil. Lil opened her mouth‚ then closed it. She gave Ada a bewildered look she had not seen since they started dating a year back. In that moment‚ Ada realized their anniversary was on the 27th. They’d never discussed it. Patrick cleared his throat‚ tugging his napkin from his collar and throwing it on the table. “Patrick‚” Georgina said. “No‚ Georgie‚” Patrick said‚ holding up both hands. “We’ve discussed this for five years. I stay‚ and you leave me be. I’m going to my study. Y’all made your bed.” “Daddy‚” Lil sobbed. Patrick’s eyes fell on his daughter‚ and he frowned. “Sorry‚ little scout.” His voice broke. For the first time‚ he laid eyes on Ada. “After the holidays‚ I will have the pleasure of meeting you officially‚ Ada Cirillo.” Another thump sounded above‚ and Patrick Hill grimaced. “Damn him‚” he muttered and left. Thump. Thump. Thump. The house shook. Ada felt it in her bones. Yet‚ she knew‚ above the dining room where they ate‚ there was nothing. A few trees leaning overhead. The dining room sat in one of the additions on the side of the original house. Butch stood. “I’m out.” “Me‚ too‚” Charlie said‚ though he remained seating. “Absolutely not‚” Mindy said. “Patrick had nothing to do with it­—he was out of town—but you owe it to your father.” Charlie snorted. “He never gave a shit about us‚ planning his goddamn tradition‚ and you all went along with it.” “It killed him‚” Butch said‚ holding his head in his hands. “He was obsessed with sleigh bells‚ Mom. Christ.” “I’m going to my Gabe’s house‚” Charlie mumbled‚ slipping from his chair and out of the house so quickly that Mindy still focused on Butch. “You need to show respect‚” Mindy said. Her voice trembled like birdsong. Ada‚ for one‚ wanted to know what the fuck was going on. Butch glanced at her and must’ve seen in it in her eyes‚ because he pointed at her. “Since y’all are so respectful‚ you’re having Ada do it?” Butch asked. “Let her shoulder the burden? Lil hasn’t fucking told her.” Mindy’s head jerked so hard‚ Ada thought she heard it snap. Lil shook her head back and forth‚ hair flying in front of her face. “I didn’t have time.” “Bullshit‚” Charlie said. “Tell me what?” Ada asked. Lil kept shaking her head like a toddler refusing to eat. Georgina slapped the table with both hands‚ and Lil stopped‚ tears streaming down her face. “We’ll do it now‚” Georgina said. “Get it over with.” She turned to Ada. “Nothing will happen to you if you do this for us.” “I’ll do it‚” Lil blurted. Georgina reached over and clutched Lil’s shoulder. “You did it last year‚” Georgina said. “That was enough.” “But my girlfriend is fair game?” Lil asked. Ada’s neck hurt from turning about the table‚ catching who was speaking and why. What did Lil mean by fair game? Ada wanted to push herself up and out‚ but Lil’s sobs made her hesitate. This is a turning point‚ Ada thought. If she left‚ she knew she’d leave without Lil. And like a child’s blanket‚ Lil had grown comforting and familiar in Ada’s heart. They shared an apartment. A bed. Space. The entire university where they studied and worked was sprinkled with memories of them falling in love‚ places where they’d made love. The drive to New York would be endless. “We’re not using anyone‚” Mindy said‚ then grinned sheepishly at Ada. “Lordy‚ it sounds like we’re doing a ritual sacrifice. It’s a Christmas tradition. That’s all.” “You understand traditions‚” Georgina said. “Like . . . church! You go to church on Christmas Eve?” “We’re not religious‚ so no‚” Ada said. Why was she whispering? “My mom hosts a party with friends from her Knit-and-Bitch club. We play play games‚ you know. Eat gyros and baklava?” She said it like a question‚ afraid she’d get something wrong and make the whole situation worse. But Georgina only held up her forefinger as if Ada made her point. “Still a tradition‚” Georgina said. Lil raked her fingers over her face. “We’ll put you in a coat and some materials‚ and then you’ll go on the roof and . . . and thump like a reindeer‚” Mindy said. Everyone seemed to wince at the word. Thump. Thump. Thump. The dining table shook. A glass of wine fell onto an ornate rug‚ already stained. No one made a move to clean it up. Butch threw up his hands and made a run for it. “Butch Michael Hill‚” Mindy yelled. The front door slammed. Coats‚ Ada thought idly. Mindy’s sons hadn’t worn coats. “There’s already thumping‚” Ada said numbly‚ pointing above her head. Georgina and Mindy looked at each other across the table. Ada continued her attempt to unpeel everything she’d heard. Materials. Uncle Kurt. Stupid animals. Thump like a reindeer. On the other side of the house‚ a smash of glass and a loud curse. Georgina waved it off. “Patrick.” Thump. “We’re getting away from ourselves‚” Mindy said. “Ada‚ follow Lil upstairs‚ and she’ll get you ready. There’s a window at the top of the stairs we’ve all used to go out on the roof.” “What if I say no?” Ada said. Grandma Mabel threw a roll of bread against the wall—pumpernickel—and covered her face in a wail. “Then go‚” Georgina said‚ sweeping her hand towards the door. Her long hair was as wild as Patrick’s now‚ a sheen of sweat on her brow.  “Follow Mindy’s deadbeat sons. Leave poor Lil to do it again. She almost lost a finger last year from the cold. That’s why she’s crying.” Lil shook her head and muttered to herself. “I-can-do-it-I-can-do-it.” Georgina was full of shit. Clearly Lil wasn’t fit to do it herself‚ and no one else was volunteering. Thump. Thump. Thump. “I’ll come‚ too‚” Georgina added. “Fast and fun.” As if this weren’t something so fucked up. So‚ Ada stood. She followed them out of the dining room and up along the rein-wrapped banister to the top of the stairs. They came to a window just to the right of the top of the stairs‚ a burlap sack resting beneath the sill. Robot-like‚ Lil started taking things out of the sack and handing them to Georgina. A brown camo coat that smelled like cigars. Sized a men’s large. Georgina unzipped it and held it up. “Can I wear my own?” Ada asked‚ limbs beginning to tremble. “Oh no‚” Georgina said. “We have to use this coat. It’s Lil’s uncle’s. You probably won’t want to wear your own coat again after this‚ though.” Before Ada had a chance to ask why‚ Georgina started talking‚ taking one of Ada’s arms and threading it through the sleeves‚ zipping it up to Ada’s neck as if she were a small child. “Lil’s Uncle Kurt‚ Patrick’s brother‚ was really into the holidays‚” she said. “He used to go upstairs each Christmas Eve‚ go out on the roof‚ and stomp around‚ mimicking reindeer. He was all about—what did he call it‚ Lil—oh‚ yes‚ the ‘authentic experience.’ Lil‚ Butch‚ and Charlie loved it as children‚ but they grew up‚ as kids do‚ and they lost interest. Kurt didn’t. In fact‚ he tried to make it more authentic‚ growing out a beard‚ dyeing his hair. He even bought real reindeer hooves.” At the mention of the hooves‚ Lil took them out of the burlap sack. The smell hit Ada first. She wanted to throw up. It was two severed reindeer feet attached to sticks. “You stomp these on the roof‚” Georgina said. “I’m so sorry‚” Lil said. “Remember what I told you?” “Stories‚” Ada said‚ stunned‚ holding up the feet in her hands. Brown and white hair covered the dried-up skin. Ada’s legs felt heavy as Georgina knelt to strap knee and elbow guards to her. Finally‚ Lil peeled the burlap sack off the bottom item‚ which was a helmet with two reindeer antlers attached. Ada leaned back‚ staggering‚ and nearly fell down the stairs. “Now‚ now‚” Georgina said‚ catching her by the forearms. “It’s not as heavy as it looks. These are female reindeer antlers—shorter and lighter than the males’. Did you know that? Both male and female reindeer have antlers?” She shook her head. “Kurt told us. He was so obsessed with reindeer he forgot all about Santa Claus. He found these on Etsy—you can find anything there.” Ada realized‚ horribly‚ that Georgina and Lil were as scared as she was‚ if not more. The wind started howling outside‚ and the thumping continued. Ada glanced out the window out onto the sloped roof that covered the side addition to the house. A small layer of snow covered the shingles. There was nothing else there. Thump. Thump. Georgina babbled: Kurt had made the helmet himself. He prepared each year‚ all year‚ for this moment‚ to make the sound of reindeer. “Eventually‚ we’d had enough‚” Georgina said. She placed the helmet on Ada’s head‚ tucking her hair behind her ears. The entire costume pressed down on her. She smelled like wet fur and decay. As Georgina fumbled with the helmet’s straps and adjusted them‚ Ada heard the rest. “We let Kurt do as he pleased‚” Georgina said. “But five years ago‚ we decided no more. He went up on the roof‚ thumping with these goddamn hooves. We put on the TV real loud. A marathon of Christmas movies‚ drinking cheap Moscato and gorging ourselves on ham and pumpkin pie. It was loads of fun. Kurt tried to yell over us‚ telling us we’d regret it if we broke his traditions. He went up and thumped on the roof‚ and we turned the TV up so loud we couldn’t hear a damn thing.” Lil stood behind Georgina; a stream of cry-snot dripped down her lip that she kept wiping away. Georgina sighed again. The helmet was snug. It wasn’t going anywhere. Ada held both hooves. Georgina stepped back and grasped Ada by the shoulders of that awful-smelling‚ camouflage coat. “We forgot about him‚” Georgina said. “We didn’t realize the window had closed behind him; the piece of leather he usually kept there as a failsafe had fallen. Or maybe one of us took it as a joke. Who’s to say?” Georgina laughed‚ glancing at the window. “Anyway‚ he died on that roof trying to open the window. He smashed it with his antlers and hooves‚ and it did good damage‚ but he cut himself on the glass and bled out.” “Fuck‚” Ada started whispering. “Fuck. Lil‚ why did you bring me here?” Lil covered her face and sobbed. “Lil found him‚” Georgina said plainly. “I don’t want to do this anymore‚” Ada said. “I want to take this off.” “In a moment‚” Georgina said‚ tapping Ada on the nose. “You’re going to go out that window‚ stomp a few times. Then you can come right back in. Easy as pie. Lil will wait for you‚ see? Do that‚ and the thumping stops. He won’t bother us again till next year.” “Why can’t you just not do it?” Ada asked. Georgina tilted her head. “You know‚ we tried that‚ but then the thumping never stopped. It got louder. We lasted until January seventh‚ and by then we’d almost lost our minds. Patrick threatened to open the gun safe‚ and my mother‚ Mabel‚ tried to leap out a window. Kurt was a stubborn bastard.” Lil lifted up the window. A gust of cold air blew in. There was a thump that reverberated around the house. Then silence. Ada held up the hooves like she was about to conduct a symphony. She smelled of cigar smoke and old‚ dead meat. She walked in front of the window and beheld the roof outside. It was two stories up‚ a flat‚ foot-long stretch that sloped downward at either side. If freezing didn’t kill her‚ the drop certainly might. As if reading her thoughts‚ Lil leaned in‚ wiping at her nose. “A few steps and then come right back in‚” Lil said. “Then it’s done‚ we’re all done. I’m right here. I love you.” “Can you tie a rope around me?” Ada whimpered. Lil shook her head. She reached under the camouflage coat to Ada’s back jean pocket‚ where Lil knew Ada kept her phone. Lil slipped it out and put it in her own jean pocket. “Don’t want that to break‚ right‚ honey?” she said‚ trying to smile. Lil had never called her honey before. It sounded wrong. Deep and drawling. She blinked at Ada after saying the word‚ covering her mouth. Lil trembled and shut her eyes. “That’s not— Oh god‚ I’m— I never wanted this‚” Lil said. It was an apology that was all-encompassing. Ada knew this was not just for this moment but for everything before‚ perhaps even as far back as when Lil was a child. Perhaps she never wanted Uncle Kurt to try so hard‚ even at first‚ even when it might have been magical. Ada also wondered if Lil meant she never wanted the moments leading up to it—their meeting‚ their lovemaking‚ and the choice to start sharing each other’s lives—and everything that would occur for them afterward. The phone call‚ the car ride‚ the dinner. New York might has well have been on the other side of the world. Ada’s stomach roiled‚ and she wondered‚ wearing the coat‚ the guards‚ the helmet‚ what would happen if she threw up all over it. Jesus Fucking Christ. A mosaic snapped together in her mind: she bet it was old venison in the stew—overstocked and freezer burned in their garage or something. All visitors’ coats were likely stowed in their respective cars‚ because if they were brought in the house‚ they’d smell like Kurt’s—of old cigar smoke and dead meat. Georgina blabbered on behind them‚ seemingly overcome. Her G medallion blinked against the dim light. Someone yelled downstairs‚ Mabel or Mindy. It could have been a “Hurry it up!” or “Fuck it up!” Ada couldn’t tell. With the window open‚ there was also laughter down the street‚ a car alarm‚ and the distant sound of bells. Ada crouched and put her knee on the windowsill. She had to use her elbows to inch forward as she held the hooves. She gagged on the scent of them‚ the dried meat and blood around the sticks. Holy shit‚ she was doing this. Her other knee came up‚ pushing her forward‚ and the snow seeped through to her skin even with the guards strapped to her. The helmet fell forward on her forehead‚ almost blocking her vision. A couple of thumps. Sound like a reindeer. “STOMP HARD‚” a voice yelled right into her ear‚ and she jerked away‚ moaning as she tried to regain her balance. The voice was low and rough‚ a rhythmic rural Missouri accent. She raised her right arm‚ clutching the reindeer hoof handles. An image jingled in her head: a body slumped through a shattered window‚ split flesh‚ blood on the floor‚ antlers puncturing glass. “BUT MY HANDS STILL HELD THE HOOVES.” The voice in her ear again. Triumphant. Ada brought her hand down hard onto the roof. Thump. “HARDER!” Someone clapped behind her. Ada raised her left arm. Warmth began grow along her arms and wrap her torso. Her thighs tightened‚ balanced. A little bit more. A reindeer can pull up to three hundred pounds‚ after all‚ pull that much weight and still walk up to eight miles an hour. The least she could do was make a good thump on the roof. The very least she could do.     “The Sound of Reindeer” copyright © 2023 by Lyndsie Manusos Art copyright © 2023 by Jorge Mascarenhas

One of the reasons I most look forward to the end of the year is because I often do rereads of my favorite novels during the holidays. Lord of the Rings is a must‚ and Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles are a requisite. They rekindle my love of all things SFF‚ and they remind me why I do what I do. As a writer‚ my goal has been to transport and transfix like Rice and create new worlds beyond the bounds of the human imagination like Tolkien. Returning to some of my favorites is like slipping into the jeans you’ve had for years; the ones that fit you like a second skin and never fail to change your mood for the better. But this year I may change things up a bit. In that spirit‚ here are five of my most beloved SFF books set in the American South and why I think we all need to challenge ourselves to some outside-the-box rereads this holiday season.   The Witching Hour by Anne Rice Of course‚ Rice’s vampires will always be my favorite‚ but the Mayfair witches are a close second. I devoured the first book in the series‚ The Witching Hour‚ when I was in high school‚ not long after I’d sold my soul to Anne Rice’s work. I remember reading it in a bubble bath and not noticing the water had turned cold until long after I was shivering. A dynasty of witches set against the backdrop of a lushly dangerous New Orleans? How can anyone say no? Dreamlike‚ dark‚ and delicious all at once‚ the Mayfair witches prove‚ yet again‚ why Rice rules supreme when it comes to the world of the Louisiana occult. It haunts you in just the right way‚ at the same time it beckons you to fall in deep. Plus‚ it’s a completed series. Any serious fantasy fan will tell you there is nothing better than falling in love with a finished story.   Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris There had to be at least one vampire book among the five. The longer I am privileged to work as a writer‚ the more I admire the gifted ones who can marry the gothic with just the right dash of humor. Charlaine Harris is the queen of making a reader laugh out loud in the middle of a gruesome murder scene. Her Sookie Stackhouse series‚ immortalized by True Blood on HBO‚ is the perfect blend of cheeky‚ sexy‚ and scary. Dead Until Dark goes beyond the laughs to create a world and a space with one foot planted firmly in the familiar and the other in the darkly absurd. That world lingers with you long after you’ve turned the last page because‚ at its core‚ the book is relatable‚ and the characters worm their way into your heart. Sookie is much more than a sassy damsel in distress‚ and I still envy people who get to meet her for the first time.   Kindred by Octavia Butler The first time I finished this book‚ I remember sitting on my bed‚ slumped over‚ weeping and wondering how someone could wring their heart onto the page like this. Kindred is‚ first and foremost‚ a tale rife with feeling. One of deep sorrow‚ but also one of resilience. It contextualizes the pain and the generational trauma of our country’s greatest sin in a way that makes a reader incapable of looking away. Butler will always be the standard when it comes to eschewing what is expected and creating complex characters that buck typecasts in thoughtful‚ nuanced ways. Dana always lingers with me for days afterward‚ not because she is strong but because she is real to me. I feel with her‚ and that‚ in my opinion‚ is the only way for our society to truly understand the effects of slavery on our nation and on our souls.   Hex Hall by Rachel Hawkins Hawkins is another author who never fails to make me laugh‚ and Hex Hall is‚ in my opinion‚ always such a fun read. Set in a fictional boarding school for magical beings on a remote island in Georgia‚ the story of Sophie‚ a wayward witch who keeps making ridiculous mistakes when it comes to controlling her powers‚ is the perfect kind of holiday read. It’s fun and easy in that way any writer knows is damn hard to pull off. With a dash of romance and a lazy yet lovable heroine‚ this is one of my favorite one-sitting reads. Plus‚ it’s the beginning of a completed trilogy. If you’re looking for that perfect gift for your bookloving teen‚ give them Hex Hall. It never fails to cast the right spell.   Legendborn by Tracy Deonn This is a recent addition to the ranks of my favorite SFF set in the American South‚ but I was sold the moment I heard it was set at UNC Chapel Hill and involved a historically white magical society and a Black girl attempting to infiltrate its ranks to learn about its involvement in her mother’s death. As a Carolina grad‚ seeing my school through this lens of the occult was fascinating‚ as well as eye-opening when it came to the problematic elements in our history as the first public university to open its doors. Bree is an inspired‚ layered main character‚ and the book’s nod to Arthurian legend makes it one of the best urban fantasies I’ve read in a long time.   Buy The Ruined from: Renée Ahdieh is a graduate of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. In her spare time‚ she likes to dance salsa and collect shoes. She is passionate about all kinds of curry‚ rescue dogs‚ and college basketball. The first few years of her life were spent in a high-rise in South Korea; consequently‚ Renée enjoys having her head in the clouds. She and her family live in Charlotte‚ North Carolina. She is the #1 New York Times and internationally bestselling author of the Wrath and the Dawn series‚ the Flame in the Mist series‚ and The Beautiful quartet.

When it was announced that writer-director Alex Garland was making a near-future movie called Civil War‚ I really hoped it would be speculative. Science fiction‚ maybe. Basically anything but what we’ve got in this first trailer: a war movie about a divided U.S. that looks an awful lot like it could happen… soon. There’s one nagging weirdness in this trailer‚ though‚ which is the announcement that the “Western Forces” include Texas and California. I am trying to wrap my head around the concept of Texas and California joining forces‚ and I am failing. So Alex Garland has certainly got me imaginatively beat on that front. The premise is simple enough: The American flag has two stars on it‚ not fifty. Nineteen states have seceded‚ and America is at war with itself. The Western Forces are advancing on Washington‚ D.C.‚ where Nick Offerman is in his third terms as president (never a good sign). Kirsten Dunst is a photojournalist covering the war‚ and having a very bad time of it. She co-stars with Wagner Moura (who was excellent in The Shining Girls)‚ Stephen McKinley Henderson (Dune)‚ Sonoya Mizuno (Ex Machina) and Cailee Spaeny (Priscilla). Jesse Plemons also shows up in the trailer‚ asking pointedly‚ “What kind of American are you?” The film comes from A24‚ which has a disconcerting summary on its website: “An adrenaline-fueled thrill ride through a near-future fractured America balanced on the razors edge.” A thrill ride! Is that what this is? Before he shifted to filmmaking‚ Alex Garland was a novelist (The Beach). His three films as writer-director are Ex Machina‚ Annihilation (based on Jeff VanderMeer’s novel)‚ and Men; he also created the TV series Devs. His ouevre is weird‚ occasionally compelling‚ and sometimes baffling‚ but no matter how you slice it‚ this is kind of an odd one. Civil War is in theaters April 26‚ 2024.

Author of How to Prep When You’re Broke and Bloom Where You’re Planted online course Have you known anyone who had Covid (or a mandated “preventative”) and was never the same? Maybe they’re constantly exhausted. Perhaps they’ve lost a great deal of their capacity for short-term memory. It could be that they constantly have to search for words in the back of their mind when they’re speaking. Maybe that person is you. There’s a name for this. It’s Long Covid. And finally‚ these long-term effects are starting to be recognized. What is Long Covid? Dr. Peter McCullough has been sharing uncomfortable truths about Covid 19‚ its treatment‚ and the alleged prevention of it ever since the crisis became publicly known in 2020. One of those truths is around “post-COVID syndrome‚” or “Long-COVID‚” where people report symptoms of the virus weeks‚ months‚ or even years after infection. Take note: while severe cases make the headlines‚ it is suspected that many more people have small lingering symptoms that can be traced back to an initial infection. Indeed‚ Dr. McCullough reports:   Approximately half of patients hospitalized mainly in 2020 and 2021 with acute COVID-19 had post-COVID symptoms for weeks afterward… It is reassuring to patients suffering with post-COVID or “long-COVID” that it is not all in their heads‚ the pathophysiology is pointing to persistence of Spike protein in the blood which is pathogenic and likely driving tissue/organ injury with associated symptoms. Because COVID-19 mRNA vaccines further load the body with genetic code and more Spike protein‚ it is likely that vaccination worsens post-COVID syndromes despite raising antibodies against the Spike protein. I have not found claims that vaccination reduces long-COVID syndromes valid in bias papers that are pushing vaccines.” Even worse‚ Dr. McCullough reports that the persistent presence of spike protein in vitro can be transmitted or “shed” onto others. This could prompt new symptoms or aggravate existing ones:   “In the most comprehensive paper on shedding thus far‚ former Inserm researcher Dr. Helene Banoun has published the basis for which there is great likelihood that mRNA either on lipid nanoparticles or within exosomes is circulatory in blood and is secreted in every body secretion that would naturally expect to contain particles of this size.” Spike proteins can remain in your body after illness as well as after the mRNA vaccines. Not everyone is affected in the same way by these spike proteins. For some people it causes no issues. For others‚ the effects can be devastating. What are some of the symptoms of Long Covid? Even the CDC acknowledges the effects of Long Covid‚ though they don’t mention any issues related to the aftermath of the vaccine. In fact‚ they still suggest that people receive it. But we can find a list of symptoms there: General symptoms (Not a Comprehensive List) Tiredness or fatigue that interferes with daily life Symptoms that get worse after physical or mental effort (also known as “post-exertional malaise”) Fever Respiratory and heart symptoms Difficulty breathing or shortness of breath Cough Chest pain Fast-beating or pounding heart (also known as heart palpitations) Neurological symptoms Difficulty thinking or concentrating (sometimes referred to as “brain fog”) Headache Sleep problems Dizziness when you stand up (lightheadedness) Pins-and-needles feelings Change in smell or taste Depression or anxiety Digestive symptoms Diarrhea Stomach pain Other symptoms Joint or muscle pain Rash Changes in menstrual cycles If you have any unexplained symptoms like this months or years after a bout of Covid‚ you could be dealing with the effects of these spike proteins remaining in your system. Unfortunately‚ there aren’t any tests you can take (at this time) to get a clear answer. There aren’t any medications designed specifically to handle this issue. Going to your doctor may or may not be productive‚ depending on how willing they are to accept that spike proteins cause longterm problems. What can you do about this spike protein? The spike protein that is causing these problems doesn’t just go away‚ according to some research. It has to be detoxed from your body. Fortunately‚ solutions are arriving. According to McCullough‚ the best-known defense against spike protein is a daily dose of over-the-counter nattokinase‚ an enzyme that has been shown to dissolve spike protein in the bloodstream in early studies. “Nattokinase is an enzyme is produced by fermenting soybeans with bacteria Bacillus subtilis var. natto and has been available as an oral supplement. It degrades fibrinogen‚ factor VII‚ cytokines‚ and factor VIII and has been studied for its cardiovascular benefits. Out of all the available therapies I have used in my practice and among all the proposed detoxification agents‚ I believe nattokinase and related peptides hold the greatest promise for patients at this time.”     A supplement was designed by Dr. Peter McCullough and his team.   In The Wellness Company’s Spike Support Formula‚ you will find:        Nattokinase (enzyme shown to dissolve spike protein)    Dandelion root (may prevent spike protein from binding to cells)     Selenium (aids in helping the body repair itself and recover)     Black sativa extract (may facilitate cellular repair)     Green tea extract (provides added defenses at the cellular level through scavenging for free radicals)     Irish sea moss (could help rebuild damaged tissue and muscle)       Here is Dr. McCullough discussing how nattokinase works in attacking the spike protein that’s causing so many problems:   A protocol to detox was also published in US medical literature.   According to the Wellness Company‚ purchasing all the components of the Spike Support Formula would be over $100 – you can save 36% with the unique formulation designed by Dr. McCullogh and his team. Another thing you can do is talk to a doctor at The Wellness Company and get proper medical care for your Long Covid symptoms or other related spike protein issues. These are doctors who believe that the problem exists – they won’t shake their heads and condescendingly tell you to stay off the internet. I myself am seeing a Wellness Company doctor for lingering issues that have remained ever since I was extremely ill with Covid when I lived in Mexico. Members (just $10 a month) get a reduced rate for telehealth visits and supplements. They have real protocols and real treatments. Some require pharmaceutical intervention while others can make dietary changes and add supplements. Getting professional help is a game changer. These kinds of symptoms can wreck your whole life‚ particularly those related to cognition and fatigue. Have you experienced Long Covid? Have you experienced any long-term issues after having Covid or getting the vaccine? Have any of your loved ones had problems? Can you tell us about it? And have you found any kind of relief or treatment? Let’s talk about it in the comments section. About Daisy Daisy Luther is a coffee-swigging‚ adventure-seeking‚ globe-trotting blogger. She is the founder and publisher of three websites.  1) The Organic Prepper‚ which is about current events‚ preparedness‚ self-reliance‚ and the pursuit of liberty; 2)  The Frugalite‚ a website with thrifty tips and solutions to help people get a handle on their personal finances without feeling deprived; and 3) PreppersDailyNews.com‚ an aggregate site where you can find links to all the most important news for those who wish to be prepared. Her work is widely republished across alternative media and she has appeared in many interviews. 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