September 24, 2025 • 14 mins
Dive into a thrilling adventure as David Innes, a mining heir, funds the creation of the iron mole, an innovative excavating vehicle crafted by his brilliant yet aging friend Abner Perry. During a daring test run, the vehicle goes awry, drilling 500 miles into the Earths crust and emerging into the mysterious inner world of Pellucidar. In this captivating realm, the Earth functions as a hollow shell, with Pellucidar as its vibrant internal surface, teeming with prehistoric creatures from every geological era. Here, the intelligent yet malevolent Mahars, a species of flying reptile, dominate the landscape, enslaving the primitive humans who inhabit it. Captured by the Mahars fierce Sagoth servants, Innes and Perry find themselves amidst other human captives, including the valiant Ghak, the clever Hooja, and the enchanting Dian. Join them on an exhilarating journey through a world of danger, intrigue, and unexpected alliances.
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Chapter nine of At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burrough's.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. At the
Earth's Core, Chapter nine, The Face of Death. I must
have fallen asleep from exhaustion. When I awoke, I was
(00:20):
very hungry, and after busying myself searching for fruit for
a while, I set off through the jungle to find
the beach. I knew that the island was not so large,
but that I could easily find the sea if I
did but move in a straight line. But there came
the difficulty, as there was no way in which I
could direct my course and hold it. The sun, of course,
(00:41):
being always directly above my head, and the tree so
thickly set that I could see no distant object which
might serve to guide me in a straight line. As
it was, I must have walked for a great distance,
since I ate four times and slept twice before I
reached the sea. But at last I did so, and
my pleasure at the sight of it was greatly enhanced
(01:02):
by the chance discovery of a hidden canoe among the bushes,
the which I had stumbled just prior to coming upon
the beach. I can tell you that it did not
take me long to pull that awkward craft down to
the water and shove it far out from shore. My
experience with Jaw had taught me that if I were
to steal another canoe, I must be quick about it
and get far beyond the owner's reach as soon as possible.
(01:26):
I must have come out upon the opposite side of
the island from that at which Ja and I had
entered it, for the mainland was nowhere in sight. For
a long time, I paddled around the shore, though well out,
before I saw the mainland in the distance. At the
sight of it, I lost no time in directing my
course toward it, for I had long since made up
my mind to return to Phutra and give myself up
(01:49):
that I might be once more with Perry and Ghak
the Hairy One. I felt that I was a fool
ever to have attempted to escape alone, especially in view
of the fact that our plan were already well formulated
to make a break for freedom together. Of course, I
realized that the chances of the success of our proposed
venture were slim indeed, but I knew that I never
(02:10):
could enjoy freedom without Perry so long as the old
man lived. And I had learned that the probability that
I might find him was less than slight. Had Perry
been dead, I should gladly have pitted my strength and
wit against the savage and primorial world in which I
found myself. I could have lived in seclusion within some
rocky cave until I found the means to outfit myself
(02:32):
with the crude weapons of the Stone Age, and then
set out in search of her, whose image had now
become the constant companion of my waking hours and the
central and beloved figure of my dreams. But to the
best of my knowledge, Perry still lived, and it was
my duty and wish to be again with him, that
we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of this strange
(02:53):
world we had discovered. And Ghak, too, the great shaggy Man,
had found a place in the parts of us, both,
for he was indeed every inch a man and a king.
Uncouth perhaps, and brutal too, if judged too harshly by
the standards of a feat twentieth century civilization. But with
all noble, dignified, chivalrous and lovable chance carried me to
(03:18):
the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe,
and a short time later I was scrambling up the
steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra.
But my troubles came when I entered the canyon beyond
the summit, For here I found that several of them
centered at the point where I crossed the divide, and which,
when I had traversed to reach the pass, I could
(03:39):
not for the life of me remember it was all
a matter of chance. So I set off down that
which seemed the easiest going, And in this I made
the same mistake that many of us do in selecting
the path along which we shall follow out the course
of our lives, and again learned that it is not
always best to follow the line of least resistance. By
(04:00):
the time I had eaten eight meals and slept twice,
I was convinced that I was upon the wrong trail,
For between Phutra and the inland sea, I had not
slept at all, and had eaten but once. To retrace
my steps to the summit of the divide and explore
another canyon seemed the only solution of my problem. But
a sudden widening and levelness of the canyon just before
(04:22):
me seemed to suggest that it was about to open
into a level country, and with the lure of discovery
strong upon me, I decided to proceed. But a short
distance farther before I turned back. The next turn of
the canyon brought me to its mouth, and before me
I saw a narrow plain leading down to an ocean.
At my right, the side of the canyon continued to
(04:44):
the water's edge, the valley lying to my left, and
the foot of it running gradually to the sea, where
it formed a broad, level beach. Clumps of strange trees
dotted the landscape here and there almost to the water,
and rank grass and ferns grew between. From the nature
of the vegetation, I was convinced that the land between
(05:05):
the ocean and the foothills was swampy, though directly before
me it seemed dry enough all the way to the
sandy strip, along which the restless waters advanced and retreated.
Curiosity prompted me to walk down to the beach, for
the scene was very beautiful. As I passed along beside
the deep and tangled vegetation of the swamp, I thought
(05:26):
that I saw a movement of the ferns at my left,
But though I stopped a moment to look. It was
not repeated, and if anything lay hid there, my eyes
could not penetrate the dense foliage to discern it. Presently
I stood upon the beach, looking out over the wide
and lonely sea, across whose forbidding Bosom, no human being
had yet ventured to discover what strange and mysterious lands
(05:49):
lay beyond, or what its invisible islands held of riches,
wonders or adventure, What savage faces, what fierce and formidable
beasts were this very instant watching the lapping of the
waves upon its farther shore. How far did it extend?
Perry had told me that the seas of Pellucidar were
small in comparison with those of the outer crust. But
(06:12):
even so this great ocean might stretch its broad expanse
for thousands of miles, for countless ages it had rolled
up and down its countless miles of shore, and yet
to day it remained all unknown beyond the tiny strip
that was visible from its beaches. The fascination of speculation
was strong upon me. It was as though I had
(06:34):
been carried back to the birth time of our own
outer world, to look upon its lands and seas ages
before man had traversed either. Here was a new world,
all untouched. It called to me to explore it. I
was dreaming of the excitement and adventure which lay before us.
Could parry and I but escape the Mahars when something,
(06:56):
a slight noise, I imagine, drew my attention behind me.
As I turned romance, adventure, and discovery in the abstract,
took wing before the terrible embodiment of all three in
concrete form that I beheld advancing upon me. A huge,
slimy amphibian. It was with toad like body and the
mighty jaws of an alligator. Its immense carcass must have
(07:19):
weighed tons, and yet it moved swiftly and silently toward me.
Upon one hand was the bluff that ran from the
canyon to the sea. On the other the fearsome swamp
from which the creature had sneaked upon me. Behind lay
the mighty, untracked sea, And before me, in the center
of the narrow way that led to safety, stood this
(07:40):
huge mountain of terrible and menacing flesh. A single glance
at the thing was sufficient to assure me that I
was facing one of those long extinct prehistoric creatures whose
fossilized remains are found within the outer crust as far
back as the Triassic Formation a gigantic labyrinthidon, and there
(08:00):
I was unarmed, and with the exception of a loincloth,
as naked as I had come into the world. I
could imagine how my first ancestor felt that distant prehistoric
morn when he encountered for the first time the terrifying
progenitor of the thing that had me cornered now beside
the restless, mysterious sea. Unquestionably he had escaped or I
(08:22):
should not have been within Pellucidar or elsewhere. And I
wished at that moment that he had handed down to
me with the various attributes that I presumed I have
inherited from him, the specific application of the instinct of
self preservation which saved him from the fate which loomed
so close before me to day. To seek escape in
the swamp or in the ocean would have been similar
(08:44):
to jumping into a den of lions to escape one
upon the outside. The sea and swamp both were doubtless
alive with these mighty carnivorous amphibians, and if not the
individual that menaced me would pursue me into either the
sea or the swamp with equal facility. There seemed nothing
to do but stand supinely and await my end. I
(09:05):
thought of Perry, how he would wonder what had become
of me. I thought of my friends of the outer world,
and of how they all would go on living their
lives in total ignorance of the strange and terrible fate
that had overtaken me, or unguessing the weird surroundings which
had witnessed the last frightful agony of my extinction. And
(09:26):
with these thoughts came a realization of how unimportant to
the life and happiness of the world is the existence
of any one of us. We may be snuffed out
without an instant's warning, and for a brief day our
friends speak of us with subdued voices. The following morning,
while the first worm is busily engaged in testing the
construction of our coffin, they are teeing up for the
(09:47):
first hole to suffer more acute sorrow over a sliced
ball than they ever did over our to us untimely demise,
the labyrinthodon was coming more slowly now he seemed to
realize that that escape for me was impossible, and I
could have sworn that his huge fanged jaws grinned in
pleasurable appreciation of my predicament, or was it in anticipation
(10:11):
of the juicy morsel which would so soon be pulp
between those formidable teeth. He was about fifty feet from
me when I heard a voice calling to me from
the direction of the bluff at my left. I looked
and could have shouted in delight at the sight that
met my eyes, for there stood Ja, waving frantically to
me and urging me to run for it to the
(10:32):
cliff's base. I had no idea that I should escape
the monster that had marked me for his breakfast, but
at least I should not die alone. Human eyes would
watch me end It was cold comfort, I presume, but
yet I derived some slight peace of mind from the
contemplation of it. To run seemed ridiculous, especially toward that
(10:54):
steep and unscalable cliff, and yet I did so. And
as I ran, I saw jaw agile as a monkey
crawled down the precipitous face of the rocks, clinging to
small projections and the tough creepers that found roothold here
and there the Labyrinthidon evidently thought that Jaw was coming
to double his portion of human flesh, so he was
(11:16):
in no haste to pursue me to the cliff and
frighten away this other tidbit. Instead, he merely trotted along
behind me. As I approached the foot of the cliff,
I saw what Jaw intended doing, but I doubted if
the thing would prove successful. He had come down to
within twenty feet of the bottom, and there, clinging with
one hand to a small ledge and with his feet
(11:38):
resting precariously upon tiny bushes that grew from the solid
face of the rock, he lowered the point of his
long spear until it hung some six feet above the ground.
To clamber up that slim shaft without dragging Jaw down
and precipitating both to the seen doom from which the
copper colored one was attempting to save me seemed utterly impossible,
(12:00):
And as I came near the spear, I told ja so,
and that I could not risk him to try to
save myself. But he insisted that he knew what he
was doing and was in no danger himself. The danger
is still yours, he called for Unless you move much
more rapidly than you are now, the Scythic will come
upon you and drag you back. Before ever you are
(12:22):
half way up the spear, he can rear up and
reach you with ease anywhere below where I stand. Well,
Jow should know his own business, I thought, and so
I grasped the spear and clambered up toward the red
man as rapidly as I could, being so far removed
from my Simian ancestors as I am, I imagine, the
(12:42):
slow witted Scythic, as Ja called him, suddenly realized our intentions,
and that he was quite likely to lose all his
meal instead of having it doubled as he had hoped.
When he saw me clambering up that spear, he let
out a hiss that fairly shook the ground, and came
charging after me at a terrific riece. I had reached
the top of the spear by this time, or almost
(13:04):
another six inches would give me a hold on Jaw's hand,
when I felt a sudden wrench from below, and glancing
fearfully downward, saw the mighty jaws of the monster close
on the sharp point of the weapon. I made a
frantic effort to reach Jaw's hand. The scythec gave a
tremendous tug that came near to jerking Jaw from his
frail hold on the surface of the rock. The spear
(13:26):
slipped from his fingers, and still clinging to it, I
plunged feet foremost toward my executioner. At the instant that
he felt the spear come away from Jaw's hand, the
creature must have opened his huge jaws to catch me,
for when I came down, still clinging to the bud
end of the weapon, the point yet rested in his mouth,
and the result was that the sharpened end transfixed his
(13:49):
lower jaw. With the pain he snapped his mouth closed.
I fell upon his snout, lost my hold upon the spear,
rolled the length of his face and head, across his
short neck, on to his broad back, and from there
to the ground. Scarce had I touched the earth than
I was upon my feet, dashing madly for the path
by which I had entered this horrible valley. A glance
(14:12):
over my shoulder showed me the Scythic engaged in pawing
at the spear stuck through his lower Jaw. And so
busily engaged did he remain in this occupation that I
had gained the safety of the cliff top before he
was ready to take up the pursuit. When he did
not discover me in sight within the valley, he dashed, hissing,
into the rank vegetation of the swamp, and that was
(14:33):
the last I saw of him. End of Chapter nine
Chapter nine of At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burrough's.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. At the
Earth's Core, Chapter nine, The Face of Death. I must
have fallen asleep from exhaustion. When I awoke, I was
(00:20):
very hungry, and after busying myself searching for fruit for
a while, I set off through the jungle to find
the beach. I knew that the island was not so large,
but that I could easily find the sea if I
did but move in a straight line. But there came
the difficulty, as there was no way in which I
could direct my course and hold it. The sun, of course,
(00:41):
being always directly above my head, and the tree so
thickly set that I could see no distant object which
might serve to guide me in a straight line. As
it was, I must have walked for a great distance,
since I ate four times and slept twice before I
reached the sea. But at last I did so, and
my pleasure at the sight of it was greatly enhanced
(01:02):
by the chance discovery of a hidden canoe among the bushes,
the which I had stumbled just prior to coming upon
the beach. I can tell you that it did not
take me long to pull that awkward craft down to
the water and shove it far out from shore. My
experience with Jaw had taught me that if I were
to steal another canoe, I must be quick about it
and get far beyond the owner's reach as soon as possible.
(01:26):
I must have come out upon the opposite side of
the island from that at which Ja and I had
entered it, for the mainland was nowhere in sight. For
a long time, I paddled around the shore, though well out,
before I saw the mainland in the distance. At the
sight of it, I lost no time in directing my
course toward it, for I had long since made up
my mind to return to Phutra and give myself up
(01:49):
that I might be once more with Perry and Ghak
the Hairy One. I felt that I was a fool
ever to have attempted to escape alone, especially in view
of the fact that our plan were already well formulated
to make a break for freedom together. Of course, I
realized that the chances of the success of our proposed
venture were slim indeed, but I knew that I never
(02:10):
could enjoy freedom without Perry so long as the old
man lived. And I had learned that the probability that
I might find him was less than slight. Had Perry
been dead, I should gladly have pitted my strength and
wit against the savage and primorial world in which I
found myself. I could have lived in seclusion within some
rocky cave until I found the means to outfit myself
(02:32):
with the crude weapons of the Stone Age, and then
set out in search of her, whose image had now
become the constant companion of my waking hours and the
central and beloved figure of my dreams. But to the
best of my knowledge, Perry still lived, and it was
my duty and wish to be again with him, that
we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of this strange
(02:53):
world we had discovered. And Ghak, too, the great shaggy Man,
had found a place in the parts of us, both,
for he was indeed every inch a man and a king.
Uncouth perhaps, and brutal too, if judged too harshly by
the standards of a feat twentieth century civilization. But with
all noble, dignified, chivalrous and lovable chance carried me to
(03:18):
the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe,
and a short time later I was scrambling up the
steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra.
But my troubles came when I entered the canyon beyond
the summit, For here I found that several of them
centered at the point where I crossed the divide, and which,
when I had traversed to reach the pass, I could
(03:39):
not for the life of me remember it was all
a matter of chance. So I set off down that
which seemed the easiest going, And in this I made
the same mistake that many of us do in selecting
the path along which we shall follow out the course
of our lives, and again learned that it is not
always best to follow the line of least resistance. By
(04:00):
the time I had eaten eight meals and slept twice,
I was convinced that I was upon the wrong trail,
For between Phutra and the inland sea, I had not
slept at all, and had eaten but once. To retrace
my steps to the summit of the divide and explore
another canyon seemed the only solution of my problem. But
a sudden widening and levelness of the canyon just before
(04:22):
me seemed to suggest that it was about to open
into a level country, and with the lure of discovery
strong upon me, I decided to proceed. But a short
distance farther before I turned back. The next turn of
the canyon brought me to its mouth, and before me
I saw a narrow plain leading down to an ocean.
At my right, the side of the canyon continued to
(04:44):
the water's edge, the valley lying to my left, and
the foot of it running gradually to the sea, where
it formed a broad, level beach. Clumps of strange trees
dotted the landscape here and there almost to the water,
and rank grass and ferns grew between. From the nature
of the vegetation, I was convinced that the land between
(05:05):
the ocean and the foothills was swampy, though directly before
me it seemed dry enough all the way to the
sandy strip, along which the restless waters advanced and retreated.
Curiosity prompted me to walk down to the beach, for
the scene was very beautiful. As I passed along beside
the deep and tangled vegetation of the swamp, I thought
(05:26):
that I saw a movement of the ferns at my left,
But though I stopped a moment to look. It was
not repeated, and if anything lay hid there, my eyes
could not penetrate the dense foliage to discern it. Presently
I stood upon the beach, looking out over the wide
and lonely sea, across whose forbidding Bosom, no human being
had yet ventured to discover what strange and mysterious lands
(05:49):
lay beyond, or what its invisible islands held of riches,
wonders or adventure, What savage faces, what fierce and formidable
beasts were this very instant watching the lapping of the
waves upon its farther shore. How far did it extend?
Perry had told me that the seas of Pellucidar were
small in comparison with those of the outer crust. But
(06:12):
even so this great ocean might stretch its broad expanse
for thousands of miles, for countless ages it had rolled
up and down its countless miles of shore, and yet
to day it remained all unknown beyond the tiny strip
that was visible from its beaches. The fascination of speculation
was strong upon me. It was as though I had
(06:34):
been carried back to the birth time of our own
outer world, to look upon its lands and seas ages
before man had traversed either. Here was a new world,
all untouched. It called to me to explore it. I
was dreaming of the excitement and adventure which lay before us.
Could parry and I but escape the Mahars when something,
(06:56):
a slight noise, I imagine, drew my attention behind me.
As I turned romance, adventure, and discovery in the abstract,
took wing before the terrible embodiment of all three in
concrete form that I beheld advancing upon me. A huge,
slimy amphibian. It was with toad like body and the
mighty jaws of an alligator. Its immense carcass must have
(07:19):
weighed tons, and yet it moved swiftly and silently toward me.
Upon one hand was the bluff that ran from the
canyon to the sea. On the other the fearsome swamp
from which the creature had sneaked upon me. Behind lay
the mighty, untracked sea, And before me, in the center
of the narrow way that led to safety, stood this
(07:40):
huge mountain of terrible and menacing flesh. A single glance
at the thing was sufficient to assure me that I
was facing one of those long extinct prehistoric creatures whose
fossilized remains are found within the outer crust as far
back as the Triassic Formation a gigantic labyrinthidon, and there
(08:00):
I was unarmed, and with the exception of a loincloth,
as naked as I had come into the world. I
could imagine how my first ancestor felt that distant prehistoric
morn when he encountered for the first time the terrifying
progenitor of the thing that had me cornered now beside
the restless, mysterious sea. Unquestionably he had escaped or I
(08:22):
should not have been within Pellucidar or elsewhere. And I
wished at that moment that he had handed down to
me with the various attributes that I presumed I have
inherited from him, the specific application of the instinct of
self preservation which saved him from the fate which loomed
so close before me to day. To seek escape in
the swamp or in the ocean would have been similar
(08:44):
to jumping into a den of lions to escape one
upon the outside. The sea and swamp both were doubtless
alive with these mighty carnivorous amphibians, and if not the
individual that menaced me would pursue me into either the
sea or the swamp with equal facility. There seemed nothing
to do but stand supinely and await my end. I
(09:05):
thought of Perry, how he would wonder what had become
of me. I thought of my friends of the outer world,
and of how they all would go on living their
lives in total ignorance of the strange and terrible fate
that had overtaken me, or unguessing the weird surroundings which
had witnessed the last frightful agony of my extinction. And
(09:26):
with these thoughts came a realization of how unimportant to
the life and happiness of the world is the existence
of any one of us. We may be snuffed out
without an instant's warning, and for a brief day our
friends speak of us with subdued voices. The following morning,
while the first worm is busily engaged in testing the
construction of our coffin, they are teeing up for the
(09:47):
first hole to suffer more acute sorrow over a sliced
ball than they ever did over our to us untimely demise,
the labyrinthodon was coming more slowly now he seemed to
realize that that escape for me was impossible, and I
could have sworn that his huge fanged jaws grinned in
pleasurable appreciation of my predicament, or was it in anticipation
(10:11):
of the juicy morsel which would so soon be pulp
between those formidable teeth. He was about fifty feet from
me when I heard a voice calling to me from
the direction of the bluff at my left. I looked
and could have shouted in delight at the sight that
met my eyes, for there stood Ja, waving frantically to
me and urging me to run for it to the
(10:32):
cliff's base. I had no idea that I should escape
the monster that had marked me for his breakfast, but
at least I should not die alone. Human eyes would
watch me end It was cold comfort, I presume, but
yet I derived some slight peace of mind from the
contemplation of it. To run seemed ridiculous, especially toward that
(10:54):
steep and unscalable cliff, and yet I did so. And
as I ran, I saw jaw agile as a monkey
crawled down the precipitous face of the rocks, clinging to
small projections and the tough creepers that found roothold here
and there the Labyrinthidon evidently thought that Jaw was coming
to double his portion of human flesh, so he was
(11:16):
in no haste to pursue me to the cliff and
frighten away this other tidbit. Instead, he merely trotted along
behind me. As I approached the foot of the cliff,
I saw what Jaw intended doing, but I doubted if
the thing would prove successful. He had come down to
within twenty feet of the bottom, and there, clinging with
one hand to a small ledge and with his feet
(11:38):
resting precariously upon tiny bushes that grew from the solid
face of the rock, he lowered the point of his
long spear until it hung some six feet above the ground.
To clamber up that slim shaft without dragging Jaw down
and precipitating both to the seen doom from which the
copper colored one was attempting to save me seemed utterly impossible,
(12:00):
And as I came near the spear, I told ja so,
and that I could not risk him to try to
save myself. But he insisted that he knew what he
was doing and was in no danger himself. The danger
is still yours, he called for Unless you move much
more rapidly than you are now, the Scythic will come
upon you and drag you back. Before ever you are
(12:22):
half way up the spear, he can rear up and
reach you with ease anywhere below where I stand. Well,
Jow should know his own business, I thought, and so
I grasped the spear and clambered up toward the red
man as rapidly as I could, being so far removed
from my Simian ancestors as I am, I imagine, the
(12:42):
slow witted Scythic, as Ja called him, suddenly realized our intentions,
and that he was quite likely to lose all his
meal instead of having it doubled as he had hoped.
When he saw me clambering up that spear, he let
out a hiss that fairly shook the ground, and came
charging after me at a terrific riece. I had reached
the top of the spear by this time, or almost
(13:04):
another six inches would give me a hold on Jaw's hand,
when I felt a sudden wrench from below, and glancing
fearfully downward, saw the mighty jaws of the monster close
on the sharp point of the weapon. I made a
frantic effort to reach Jaw's hand. The scythec gave a
tremendous tug that came near to jerking Jaw from his
frail hold on the surface of the rock. The spear
(13:26):
slipped from his fingers, and still clinging to it, I
plunged feet foremost toward my executioner. At the instant that
he felt the spear come away from Jaw's hand, the
creature must have opened his huge jaws to catch me,
for when I came down, still clinging to the bud
end of the weapon, the point yet rested in his mouth,
and the result was that the sharpened end transfixed his
(13:49):
lower jaw. With the pain he snapped his mouth closed.
I fell upon his snout, lost my hold upon the spear,
rolled the length of his face and head, across his
short neck, on to his broad back, and from there
to the ground. Scarce had I touched the earth than
I was upon my feet, dashing madly for the path
by which I had entered this horrible valley. A glance
(14:12):
over my shoulder showed me the Scythic engaged in pawing
at the spear stuck through his lower Jaw. And so
busily engaged did he remain in this occupation that I
had gained the safety of the cliff top before he
was ready to take up the pursuit. When he did
not discover me in sight within the valley, he dashed, hissing,
into the rank vegetation of the swamp, and that was
(14:33):
the last I saw of him. End of Chapter nine
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I’m Jay Shetty host of On Purpose the worlds #1 Mental Health podcast and I’m so grateful you found us. I started this podcast 5 years ago to invite you into conversations and workshops that are designed to help make you happier, healthier and more healed. I believe that when you (yes you) feel seen, heard and understood you’re able to deal with relationship struggles, work challenges and life’s ups and downs with more ease and grace. I interview experts, celebrities, thought leaders and athletes so that we can grow our mindset, build better habits and uncover a side of them we’ve never seen before. New episodes every Monday and Friday. Your support means the world to me and I don’t take it for granted — click the follow button and leave a review to help us spread the love with On Purpose. I can’t wait for you to listen to your first or 500th episode!
Cardiac Cowboys
The heart was always off-limits to surgeons. Cutting into it spelled instant death for the patient. That is, until a ragtag group of doctors scattered across the Midwest and Texas decided to throw out the rule book. Working in makeshift laboratories and home garages, using medical devices made from scavenged machine parts and beer tubes, these men and women invented the field of open heart surgery. Odds are, someone you know is alive because of them. So why has history left them behind? Presented by Chris Pine, CARDIAC COWBOYS tells the gripping true story behind the birth of heart surgery, and the young, Greatest Generation doctors who made it happen. For years, they competed and feuded, racing to be the first, the best, and the most prolific. Some appeared on the cover of Time Magazine, operated on kings and advised presidents. Others ended up disgraced, penniless, and convicted of felonies. Together, they ignited a revolution in medicine, and changed the world.
Crime Junkie
Does hearing about a true crime case always leave you scouring the internet for the truth behind the story? Dive into your next mystery with Crime Junkie. Every Monday, join your host Ashley Flowers as she unravels all the details of infamous and underreported true crime cases with her best friend Brit Prawat. From cold cases to missing persons and heroes in our community who seek justice, Crime Junkie is your destination for theories and stories you won’t hear anywhere else. Whether you're a seasoned true crime enthusiast or new to the genre, you'll find yourself on the edge of your seat awaiting a new episode every Monday. If you can never get enough true crime... Congratulations, you’ve found your people. Follow to join a community of Crime Junkies! Crime Junkie is presented by audiochuck Media Company.