The last couple of weeks have seen a change in my daily routine, a change that came about in an odd way.
My family loves to tease me, about anything and everything. Frankly there are times when I amaze myself, because I always laugh and almost never get upset with them.
One such occasion recently had my loved ones speculating on the value of their “own personal retirement plan”—me. I’ve been fortunate to have found myself with a following. People actually buy my books! It’s exciting to me, because it means people are reading my words. That means, I’m a real writer!
Of course, my loved ones can sometimes have a more, shall we say, material view of things. One day, the entire gist of their teasing revolved around the idea someone had to chain me to my desk. The theory was that if I was chained to my desk, I could write more than I already was, thus completing more books in less time.
This was one of those occasions where, it wasn’t so much that I became upset as I did have something to say right back at them: If they wanted me to write more, then they needed to see what they could do to relieve me of some of the many things I do every day that cut into my writing time.
One of the tasks that I have been performing since the dawn of time—or so it feels—is getting up very early each day to take Mr. Ashbury to work. Mr. Ashbury doesn’t drive, you see, and so he must be driven to his job, and brought home again every day. There’s no public transportation—he works in a rural community.
On any given day I would take him there and then come home; only to return to pick him up at the end of his shift, and then come home again.
This is a drive of 100 miles each and every day, taking a total of about three hours.
Because I arise so early to make this daily, morning drive, I get home again anywhere from 6:45 to 7 am—and then I generally have to go back to bed, unless it’s a day I have my grandchildren to help get ready for school, first. Bottom line, I still have to have a morning nap, and don’t fully get busy with my own agenda until sometime after 10:30.
In the last few months I’ve noticed this early morning drive has seemed a bit more difficult than it used to be. As far as I’m concerned there’s no mystery there. I am simply getting older.
My family took my comment to heart. Two weeks ago, my daughter took over this morning commute, taking her father to work each day. She uses my car, and then gets to use it for most of her own work day, too. It’s a good deal for both of us, as I have more time and am less tired, and she saves money on gas, and wear and tear on her own vehicle, which quite honestly has seen better days.
She also picks him up in the afternoon, on all but 2 days of the week.
I don’t think I fully appreciated how much the early rise/early drive took out of me until I didn’t have to do it anymore.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this is a permanent arrangement. One never knows, because circumstances can change.
But as long as it lasts, I’m going to enjoy it. I’ll be grateful for each and every day that I get to wake up on my own—so far, it’s been between 7:30 and 8:30. I can ease into my day, and not have to worry about anything except waking up my brain and then getting to work.
And yes, I’m pleased to report that without that long drive and subsequent extra sleep, I have been able to get in a lot more writing every day.
Less wasted time feeling drowsy and more time being productive. What could be better than that?
Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com/
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Wednesday's Words for March 28, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Angelic Forecast ~ #186
"Try spinning, my Sh'raka. Slow, very slow." As I attempt to spin around in midair, he encourages, "Think it, and it will occur."
Halting my attempt, I imagine myself whirling slowly. Almost immediately, I feel the sensation, and I open my eyes, not even realizing I'd shut them. Yes, I am rotating.
"Only spin slowly," Dhuroth cautions. "I will contact the Stargate Order, my rainbow one."
I continue per my lion man's instructions, and soon I'm surrounded by a strange kaleidoscopic light show.
In what seem like mere moments, I hear Dhuroth speaking as if from a distance. I send my ethereal gaze in his direction and see four faces, two men, two women...but they are not Earth human beings, if appearance is anything to go by.
Suddenly a desire to shoot up into space seizes me. I begin to rise.
"No!" Dhuroth shouts, his tone part command, part concern. "Cease whirling, Sh'raka." There is a pause and I try to stay focused on his voice. Yet something pulls at me... something irresistible.
"No," he calmly orders. "You must stop now."
Some part of me knows I must obey, or the consequences could be dire. I envision myself slowing, slowing more, then stopping.
Before I know it, my feet have touched the floor. Dhuroth grabs hold of me. Except for his gentle hold, I would feel crushed against him.
Certainly not a bad thing. "What just happened?" I ask, once my voice returns, and everything appears normal. Whatever normal is...
"Your energies responded too quickly to the force of the stargate." He caresses my hair with his large hand, and I adore it.
He encourages me, and I turn toward him, then rest my head against his magnificent chest. "What's the verdict?" I ask.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
From the ashes a fiery new freedom arises this week. This energy, this mood goes global, and spares no one who is part of the AWAKENING.
Also, for the next month's time, the LOVE in your heart comes to the fore in ways that cannot be dismissed. This LOVE is what the world needs now, as the song says.
At this time, the Aquarian love connection is here for All of us who wish it, for all of us who are willing to live it.
Because the time has come, All of us with real love in our hearts toward others will be coming together. We will be finding and uniting with each other. This 'time' is reflected by what occurred in the past. Fifty years ago, in 1962, the Beatles had their first hit, LOVE ME DO.
On the economic front, the dragon energy of 2012 rules. News headlines offered to the public this week will be designed to 'mislead' us into believing we have saviors waiting in the wings. However, what is called the 'petrol dollar' is in the dying process. Meanwhile, the dragon-like battle between GOOD and evil shows up larger than ever as the bankster gangsters come against the people in obvious and cruel ways.
On the truth front, this week many will realize that 'privacy' is sacred. In truth, privacy is a gift to humanity from the Divine. Any and all violations of privacy by merely one individual or by a government/corporate institution will incur the wrath of the Creator. From this point forward, consequences will be doled out.
On the war front, several sad and confusing trails will be laid down by the establishment. However, there will be a glaring incident that demonstrates one 'truth' about what is really happening. As always, follow the money trail.
On the personal front, this is a great week for any type of organizing task. This is especially true on the home front. Begin projects designed to make your house and land more liveable. Also, keep a close eye out for anything unusual, and back away if you get any kind of intuitive warning.
On the land changes front, Mother Earth will be mumbling, grumbling and rumbling. As the year progresses, there will be several 'major' earthquakes. Also, as has been forecast before, volcanic activity will increase in significant ways. There are also several 'black' hidden projects that are intentionally altering the weather, and not for the good.
On the really bad news front, the nightmare matrix, created by the soulless ones, ramps up and tightens. Every strategy will now be used to bring everyone onto the cyber reservation that is called social networking.
Trendwise, many will begin to realize 'fraud negates consent', and some who are bold in nature will start taking action in huge effective ways for the good of us All. This will be especially true in the housing industry, at this time.
This is a week to dance to the rhythm of your spirit, and enjoy the 'love is in the air' vibes of Springtime.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
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~~~
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Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
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Saturday, March 24, 2012
Bouncer’s Folly Live at The Log Line!
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Cover Art for Just A Client
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Wednesday's Words for March 21, 2012
It’s spring! This is my favorite time of year, a time of renewal, of fresh air and sunshine, and endless possibilities.
This is the first year in a great many when the new season has actually snuck up on me. Usually, by March 20th, I’m rather desperate to be done with winter. Where I live, in Southern Ontario, we usually take a real beating, weather-wise, from October to March. But this past year we experienced the least winter-like winter I can remember.
Of course, I don’t completely trust that the snow is done for good. Too many times in the past, we’ve been dumped on with major snow falls or horrendous ice storms in March and April for me to do that.
I have a “blue box” with a lid that in the winter sits on my porch. It’s used to keep safety salt at the ready, and as I write this, that box is still on my front porch, and still more than half full of salt. It’s currently being used as a “table” by some in the family, who’ve placed it between the chairs there—they’ve already taken to sitting out on the porch in the late afternoon and early evening, and need a spot to set their coffee cups.
Last autumn, I finally got my beloved to put some flower bulbs in the ground for me. You may recall that I mentioned I’d only been asking to have bulbs planted for about 4 or 5 years. He planted tulips on either side of the wooden walkway that spans the lawn from the sidewalk to the steps leading up to my porch. The tulips are now up, and will likely bloom in a couple of weeks – Good Lord willing and the snow doesn’t fall.
Apparently, he also planted some daffodils, right under one of our bedroom windows. I say apparently, because, before I could actually see the one flower blooming there, my almost 18 year old grandson picked it for his girlfriend.
Suffice it to say that he’s keeping his distance for a little while.
There are other signs of spring around the Ashbury household, too. I’ve had to go out and purchase new ant traps. I’m not sure why, but every spring, we get a few dozen of the black ones coming inside the house.
If I could see one area where they get in, I’d place some bay leaves at that spot. I’d heard it said, and have proven it to myself in the past, that ants, for whatever reason, won’t cross over the bay leaves. Unfortunately, my house isn’t solid as a rock, so where the little soldiers are getting in is anybody’s guess.
The last couple of days have seen us enjoying lots of sunshine, with the temperatures soaring to around 77 to 78 degrees. That’s way above normal for March for us, of course. And while some flowers are sprouting—daffodils, narcissi, crocuses and my tulips—the trees here are still barren of buds, the fields still wear the matted brown cloaks of winter, and the sky itself hasn’t yet turned to that deeper blue. I
t feels like springtime, but lacks the depth of the season, to a great degree.
Of course one final sure-fired sign that it’s probably spring is the very real craving I’ve been having lately to start my spring cleaning. I’ve already thrown open the doors and windows, so the fresh breeze can blow the stale air of winter out of my house.
And I’ve been eyeing my windows—the ones on the house, not on the computer. I’m thinking they could use a really good cleaning. I want them to sparkle in the late March sun. It’s not really a task I can tackle all on my own, unfortunately. I’ll need some help. Maybe I can talk my daughter into lending a hand later in the week.
Mr. Ashbury has already told me I should just sit down and relax until the urge passes.
Love, Morgan
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012
New G-Spot!
Tantalizing Tuesday with Josie Dennis at Erin M. Leaf's place today!
Tantalizing Tuesday with Josie Dennis at Erin M. Leaf's place today!
See what Josie has to say about pen names and crackers!
Monday, March 19, 2012
New Release: Garret's Domination by Stacey Espino
[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, werewolves, spanking, HEA]
Cassidy's emotions are scattered as she tries to find her place in Climax. She's done wicked things with Garret and his crew, and only craves more of their feral passion. But do they want her for more than just sex?
When an unknown threat comes close to home, Garret doesn't take any chances with Cassidy's safety. He takes her into his element, deep in the woods, where he can best protect her. Once alone, they're able to bond on a new, intimate level.
Garret fights his natural desire to mark the little human for his pack, afraid she'll reject them once she finds out what they really are. The Rockford wolves are playing dirty, and a suspicious visit from Cassidy's long-lost half brother only adds to the problems plaguing the pack.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's newest serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is Book 2 of 7 in the Wolves of Climax collection. These books are not stand alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. Each book may end on a cliffhanger but usually with a happy-for-now for the heroine and one or more men. The final book contains a happily forever after for the heroine and all her men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Angelic Forecast ~ #185
Dhuroth gestures around his sunbeam command center... command center in my mind, anyway. "This is how I make contact with all those who are for Mars and are of benefit to our Solar System.
I nod in response, trying to absorb what I see... more what I am feeling, a strange and powerful bliss... not spacey, but focused.
At an inner prompting, I ask, "What do I need to know?"
"You are about to enter what some call the light body or rainbow body, my Sh’raka." At my questioning glance, Dhuroth continues, "A natural response to being in the Light, the sacred sunlight."
As if on cue, I feel floaty, then disoriented. I have the sensation of my mind splitting into rays. Within in my mind, I watch the rays emanate throughout the universe, throughout time.
"Oh, wow." My voice seems to permeate every molecule of air in the room. "Trippy," I say just to know the effect. Prismatic colors stream outward from me.
"Listen to my voice, beloved one. I will guide you."
My energies feel as though they gather around my lion man, and slowly whirl. "Yes," I answer, the sound as large as the room. My feet leave the floor, and I hover a bit higher. I see one bank of lights on the communication panels shining like pinpoints of colored stars.
"Try spinning, my Sh'raka. Slow, very slow." As I attempt to spin around in midair, he encourages, "Think it, and it will occur."
Halting my attempt, I imagine myself whirling slowly. Almost immediately, I feel the sensation, and I open my eyes, not even realizing I'd shut them. Yes, I am rotating.
"Only spin slowly," Dhuroth cautions. "I will contact the Stargate Order, my rainbow one."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
Magic and Majesty... at this time these vibrational forces are returning to humanity. This golden shower of frequencies will show up in every area of your life, if you allow it, if you encourage these vibes.
However, even if you don't, there will be demonstrations of magic and majesty on the world stage. Far more important, will be what you see and experience around you in your community.
Of course, THOSE elite on the dark side will take action to coopt these sacred vibrations, sent from the galactic center. Thus, discernment is vital to knowing which will be the true expressions of magic and majesty, and those entertainments that are only a smoke-and-mirrors facsimile.
Now, The Exposure Begins... a group that has been operating behind the scenes of human history are being revealed in a slow step-by-step process. This is necessary for human beings to realize their true heritage and their true power. For, this group would wrest all 'good' away from the human race.
For the next three weeks, there will be a crescendo of events, some good, some bad, that will flash by like the cascading scenes of a movie. The more of them you notice, the more you will be able to protect yourself and your loved ones.
On the truth front, at this crucial point in history, if we the people are to survive and thrive, then Truth, and what is called Sacred Truth, must simply be absorbed as knowing. This will not be by words or instructions from an 'authority', but by the spiritual nature of each individual.
On the economic front, deception of every type will rule. Also, the attitude of the bankster gangsters will be 'we CAN squeeze blood out of turnip'.
On the war front, at this time megadeath evil rises across the globe. For, the mass slaughter of the innocent is upon us by those who loathe humanity but would have you believe they are charitable, and love all people.
On the personal front, it's time to take big action in your life where opportunity shows itself. It's a gamechanger world right now, as has been spoken about in a prior forecast. Hang on, and change the game in your favor whenever 'opportunity' comes your way. Know also, the following week is about turning the game around on the gamer, and using their force against them.
On the land changes front, the Earth Mother moans and groans in a way that will make big news for the next several weeks. Treat her kindly. Likely, waters will be pouring from the skies often in a sacred cleansing this Spring of 2012.
Trendwise, it's all about the Aquarian Age this week. That is, freedom and major advances in technology and communication. Also, a new way of thought emerges, of how to be a human being on Mother Earth. As well, all things related to the air are in flux, and will change. The airline industry is one example.
This week be aware, prepare, and take care.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~
~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL MARCH WEEK ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Siren-BookStrand Author of ~
All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]
When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print
Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
[Three Star Republic]
Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Release Day for - Snowed in with the Montana Ranger
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Wednesday's Words for March 14, 2012
A blog post in a section of AOL’s news partner, Huffington Post (HuffPost Living, Canada), really caught my attention last Friday. The headline read, “I just wish he would have an affair”.
Written by Monique A. Honaman the gist of this blog was that she’d been hearing from women lately who said they were tired of being married to their husbands—men who were, basically, really nice guys. These men weren’t abusers, or repugnant in any way. The women just wanted out of their marriages, and so wished their husbands would cheat in order that they could then have, supposedly, a guilt-free reason to end the marriage.
And why did these women want out of these marriages? Apparently, they just “weren’t happy anymore”, interpreting this lack of happiness to mean they no longer loved their spouses.
I don’t want to come off as unsympathetic, I really don’t. But… I wonder if this is one of those unintended consequences of the entire school of thought that encompasses within its umbrella themes like “political correctness”, “full participation” sports teams and “no matter what, all children must pass each school year.”
In other words, I seriously believe that this ennui is the unintended yet direct and may I say unsurprising result of the spirit of entitlement that seems to have enveloped people who are 35 years in age or younger.
Because people today have been raised to expect to always pass from one grade to the next, to always be rewarded with a spot on the team when they ask for one, to always be given ‘fair’ treatment, they therefore never have to learn how to deal with failure, frustration or feelings of inadequacy (because, after all, those things are so “damaging” to a child’s psyche).
And because they’ve been raised feeling entitled to everything, they’re shocked and amazed and completely out to sea when they discover that happiness doesn’t magically fall upon them out of the sky like manna from heaven.
I’m not saying that you shouldn’t consider ending a marriage if you’re deeply unhappy within it. Although in my opinion divorce should be a last course of action after all avenues of trying to fix things have been explored. What I’m wondering, and here I may be drummed out of the sisterhood of womankind is this: would these women be happy under any circumstances?
I ask because I have long believed, and long professed, that happiness isn’t something you’re entitled to; it isn’t something that becomes yours by whim or by fancy.
Happiness is yours if 1) you decide you really want to be happy, and 2) if you then work at achieving that status through attitude and deeds. What does that mean?
Well, first it means you do not depend on anyone else to “make you happy”. No one can make you happy. That feat is only up to you and God.
“I wish I was happier in my life.” If you want to be happier in your life, then be happier. Where do you start? How about with a little old fashioned gratitude?
I’m grateful, every day, for each new day I am alive because not that long ago, I nearly died and now, with a history heart disease, diabetes, and basal cell carcinoma, long life is not something I take for granted. I’m grateful to have a roof over my head, food in the cupboards, and a few luxury items to boot. Not that very long ago, none of that was a given. I’m grateful for my family. Yes, I’ve lost a son and that’s a whole in my heart that will never be filled—but I have a husband, two living children, and six grandchildren, including two from my late son. I am blessed, and highly favored.
I have a career that pleases me because I chose to work at doing what I love above all else to do. I have a life that is full, because I choose to make it so. Am I happy? Yes, I am. Do I have days of boredom, or days when I don’t feel happy? Of course I do. I’m human, and no human being is ever happy 24/7.
My advice to anyone who feels a lack of happiness or fulfillment in their lives is to first define what would make you happy or fulfilled, and then do something about it. Work on making yourself happy, because no one will ever be a better friend to you than you, yourself.
And then, just because you should, take your eyes off yourself and put them on someone, or something else. Do good. Help others. Give yourself the gift of a sense of having made a difference in the world. And then watch happiness bloom.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com/
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Angelic Forecast ~ #184
Taking my hand, he tenderly pulls me up with him as he rises to his feet, all with the latent power of a lion. My heart pitter-pats when he brings me to his side. Then, we move toward an archway that is extremely tall, and reminds me of the Taj Mahal.
"Do you know, my beloved woman, there is an underground energy revolution about to occur on Earth?"
I so hope so! Down to my soul hope so. "If it does occur... I will be one happy, happy woman."
Instead of the room or corridor I expect to see, once we walk through the archway, I find myself standing in the center of sunbeams.
The strong brilliant beams enter from high above my head through an immense faceted dome. I am encircled by the giant beams, and I wonder if this is sacred geometry at work.
The dome appears to be translucent. I can't tell if there is any tint of color at all. Amazingly, I am not blinded even though the strength of the sunlight should have made me close my eyes.
Staggered in a good way, I turn around slowly, my face bathed by the sun. Once I lower my gaze, I see what appears to be large banks of specialized equipment.
"Solar powered?" I ask.
My lion man chuckles in that deep resonant way of his. "What else?"
Dhuroth gestures around his sunbeam command center... command center in my mind, anyway. "This is how I make contact with all those who are for Mars and are of benefit to our Solar System.
I nod in response, trying to absorb what I see... more what I am feeling, a strange and powerful bliss... not spacey, but focused.
At an inner prompting, I ask, "What do I need to know?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
ANGELIC FORECAST ~
On the wings of angels, this is the time to rise up and claim the true destiny of humanity. This is the time to 'feel and see' who you really are in the grand sacred scheme.
For, all time cycles converge and collide from now until the end of the year, 2012.
As well, the dragon-savage battle continues between good and evil. Anything you do toward the GOOD counts.
A smile counts. Helping someone out from the goodness of your heart counts. Expressing your love to those most present inside your heart counts. As does any grand action you take to both 'bring forth and do' GOOD.
For the following week so much will be coming down on humanity's head, it can be compared to the sudden fall of the Himalayan mountains. Duck and cover emotionally where and when you can, dear ones. Then, it will be time to take action, as your Inner Spirit directs, against THOSE who violently come against humanity -- the soulless ones, and their arrogant psychopathic minions.
From this point forward, intelligence, and those with high IQ levels, will be under attack. This will be done by the subtle use of propaganda, and by massive peer pressure. For, the ability to think, to comprehend, is being slaughtered by various methods right now -- including the use of toxic chemicals like mercury in the food, air and water.
Meanwhile, merging man and machine will be touted more and more as the only answer to being super intelligent. Many will buy into this falsehood. However, many will not. Thus, begins a battle of epic proportions for the soul and spirit of humanity.
The ultimate choice is: Matrix, or out of the Matrix.
This week and the following several weeks, major acts of violence on the world stage, will be used by the old-line, presstitute media as a way to continue the blackout on the real news. In part, this is because there is huge infighting at the top levels of government currently. Also, a law that strips away the right of the people to protest has been signed by the executive.
On the war front, skirmishes and the escalation of provocations will fuel the efforts being made to bring about World War III. However, there is a mafia-like battle between those elite who want the war, and those globalist elite who do not. Stay tuned.
On the truth front, the real-truth hits just keep on coming, so fast and so heavy, no one can keep track of it all. Pay attention to the 'real truth' that comes your way. That is what will be a 'gamechanger' in your personal life.
On the economic front, as the dominoes continue to drop and fall, as smaller banks fail, every effort will be made to disguise this truth while promoting and enforcing AUSTERITY. Thus, while the 'corp-royals' of this time period live like King Louis the XVI, the people will be expected to reduce their lifestyle, and exist like paupers.
On the land changes front, weather oddities will likely explode across the globe for the next month. Also, more and more volcanoes will threaten to erupt, or begin erupting. As the year progresses expect a higher volume of volcanic ash in the air. Earthquakes are a constant danger at this time in history, and are unfolding in their incomparable power.
On the personal front, now is the time to uproot yourself from situations that no longer serve you, or serve who you have become. Reminder: the land is calling to All who would live upon her with grace, and with their survival in mind.
Trendwise, this week is about the AWAKENING. This is especially true about the youth of the world. Their blinders are being removed fast. At this point in time, the youth are awakening like toddlers to the real world around them -- not the world they've been taught, and conditioned, to believe is real. In time, their wide-eyed realizations will bring about massive consequences that can only serve humanity as a whole.
This week is also about dance, singing, music, and everything that enlivens the human spirit. Kiss the air, then move your feet and soul to the music.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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Cowboy Sex Book Five Releases Monday
AVAILABLE: Monday, March 12th
This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, March 19th.
Cowboy Sex 5
Sex Club
"The Daughters of Cartwell and McKay Part One"
Ansley Cartwell discovers new love interests while becoming a madwoman's target. Obtaining false information, Jordie Anne Colony, the perpetrator, threatens and pursues the wrong Cartwell. By the time Ansley's men discover who wants to kill her and why, Ansley is drawn into a deceptive web destined to bring pain and heartache to those close to her.
Confronting challenges and overcoming fears, Ansley finds a remarkable safety net in the arms of devoted lovers determined to protect her at any cost, but her boyfriends have a dangerous past and a deadly secret. With one fight barely behind them, Ansley and her men face another battle and a formidable opponent capable of destroying an entire family. And even though the jealous rage of one woman didn't send Ansley to an early grave, an assassin's bullet might.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 112,394 words
Book Excerpt:
“You’re going to Bermuda?” Ansley asked.
By appearances, they planned to depart soon. If they wanted a third wheel, there was only a fleeting moment to mention the fact. They needed to herd the sheep out from under the wool. Spill the beans, so to speak. The clock was ticking.
Ansley released a heavy, and quite troubled, breath. “I can’t believe this is the first I’m hearing of a girls’ getaway.”
Patience shrugged. “We haven’t exactly hidden the fact.”
Barely taking note of what Patience said, Ansley thought about their motive for silence. The trip must’ve been a belated birthday present. That’s why they hadn’t told her.
She and Kimberly shared the same special day as twins, which meant Patience probably made their reservations. She wasn’t quite sure why Kimberly was aware of the itinerary while Patience kept her in the dark, but who cared about particulars? Obviously, her best friend and sister were planning to surprise her all along.
“You’re leaving today?” She’d play along. She hated to ruin their special treat.
“That’s right,” Patience replied, her eyes twinkling. “The plane takes off in two hours.”
“That soon?” Ansley squeaked. Ansley typically spent days packing for an overseas adventure.
“I thought she knew,” Patience remarked calmly, studying Kimberly.
Like hell. Whenever they organized a holiday together, the three of them spent hours in the salon, shopped for days on end, and even went as far as posting their upcoming event on all the social networking sites. Although all three girls came from wealthy families, they often acted like new money, announcing where they vacationed, shopped, and last ate dinner, if their meal carried a hefty price per plate.
Kimberly sighed. “You should’ve told her.”
Ansley paced. On second thought, given the facts before her, she feared the day had arrived when she would indeed be left behind. Perhaps they hadn’t meant for her to join them after all. “Okay. We can do this. I can improvise. It won’t be the first time I’ve left town with just the clothes on my back.”
Kimberly arched a brow.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’ve been saving. Believe me, I can spend a fortune and purchase everything from makeup to a new wardrobe once we land in Hamilton. This is doable. It would’ve been nice if one of you would’ve said something before now, but I understand. We’re all busy. Besides, you know me. I’m ready to roll on a dime.”
“We’re not talking about a tumble across a mattress,” Kimberly said.
“You’re learning, sista,” Ansley chirped, thinking Kimberly’s dry sense of humor was more drab than usual. She hadn’t cracked a smile with her comment.
Patience grabbed Kimberly by the wrist. “We don’t have time for this. If we don’t leave now, we’ll miss our plane.”
Ansley’s pulse quickened. Were they serious about ditching her? “You can’t skip town without me.”
“Why not?” Kimberly asked.
“Who will watch the bar?” Ansley leapt from her elevated position. Standing with her shoulders back, she awaited a sensible solution.
“As a co-owner, you should be able to handle this,” Kimberly pointed out.
“You’re putting me in charge?” Ansley asked, baffled. “Are you crazy?”
“Probably,” Patience muttered.
Ansley blinked. “No one in their right mind would want me to manage anything outside of maybe an orgy!”
“My thoughts exactly,” Patience agreed.
Ansley narrowed her gaze. Kimberly squirmed. “You can’t be doing this.”
“Those are my bags at the door,” Kimberly stated with rejuvenated confidence.
“Yes,” Ansley drawled suspiciously, stroking her chin like Daddy Kane often would when he processed disconcerting information. “I see the Gucci logo from here.”
For the past three months, Kimberly had been living at Clink, the nightclub they owned with Patience. Kimberly redecorated one of the private suites and made the three-thousand-square-foot area into her personal quarters. She’d been asked to leave the Cartwell ranch after she started seeing an older man her parents didn’t like.
When the relationship took a turn for the worst, Ansley had hoped she and Kimberly could be roommates, but Kimberly refused to move out of Clink. Now, Ansley understood why.
Her twin sister had decided to turn tail and run, something new she must’ve learned from Patience. Damn. Her sister was undoubtedly prepared to walk in Patience’s footsteps.
“Dodging Jason won’t mend your broken heart,” Ansley pointed out. “And you’re running from a man you love, which will make things far worse than they already are. He won’t follow you, Kimberly.”
Patience narrowed her gaze. “She doesn’t want any contact with him.”
“Good,” Ansley remarked, thinking Patience didn’t know her sister as well as she thought. If Jason strutted through Clink’s doors right then and there, he’d walk in like he owned the place, and Kimberly would either swoon or kneel at his feet. Then she’d beg him to take her back.
“Ansley, your sister believes like I do—out of sight, out of mind.”
“And that worked so well for you, too, hmm? When you cut ties from the Joseph brothers, was it out with the old and in with the new, no turning back, few regrets, and all that jazz?”
“Let me refresh your memory. I left town, went to Myrtle Beach, and met the two men who changed my life.”
She also had a little help with the McCoy brothers, but Ansley wouldn’t mention that fact.
“You of all people should know how much Kimberly needs to walk away from this situation.”
Ansley could’ve used a vacation, too. If she pointed out the obvious, Patience would immediately call her out as self-centered. And yes, in times like these, the shoe fit.
Ansley studied Kimberly, trying her best to look like Trixie or their mother might, staring down the bridge of her nose as if to imply she were about to mutter the first word and the last. Kimberly needed to hear an objective judgment on the Jason subject. Then again, her opinion was subjective, and she simply didn’t like the asshole.
“A man like Jason Neely doesn’t chase what he’s lost. If you leave town, make sure you go without any expectations.” Neely was the kind of man who loved a woman and left her with high hopes he’d return again. If rumors were true, the love ’em and leave ’em scenario had been his MO for several decades.
“Personally, I think you’re wasting your time and money. But hey, if you have cash to burn, don’t let me keep you from striking the first match.”
“I do,” Kimberly snapped. “And thanks for the expert advice on my boyfriend. You sounded just like Momma.”
Mission accomplished.
“Ex,” Ansley corrected. “He’s your ex-boyfriend.”
“Fiancé,” Patience reminded her. “Ansley, for once, give your sister a break.”
Not a chance.
Ansley warned Kimberly several years ago. She wouldn’t listen. Jason Neely’s scandalous behavior went way back. If a Dom held the potential to earn world-wide notoriety, Neely would’ve gained fame similar to that of a rock star’s. He might as well have been strung out on drugs, locked behind the magnificent gates of a fifty-million-dollar estate, with a wrecked Lamborghini in the driveway and Playmates strewn across his front lawn. Everyone in town knew Jason, or at least his reputation. If he walked in a room, whispers generated. Folks in Fletcher acted as if he were some kind of celebrity.
“Kimberly, fiancé or not, Jason won’t play games. He’s about the same age as Mom and Dads, or have you forgotten that?”
“How could I dismiss matters of age?” Kimberly mumbled. “Between you, Trixie, and Patience, I’ve been reminded at least a dozen times of the years separating us. Y’all must think he has a walker tucked away in a dark corner, along with a bedpan shoved under his mattress.”
“Doesn’t he?” Ansley asked.
Kimberly snarled. “No, he does not.”
Ansley shrugged. “Whether or not he’s ready to rock away his final days on the porch of a nursing home is hardly the question. The man has a stocked shelf of Viagra, so that should tell you something.”
“How would you know about that?”
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Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Wednesday's Words for March 7, 2012
I used to watch a lot of news programs. In years passed, I never missed Peter Jennings, after which I would flip my dial over to catch the BBC World Report, and then the CBC Evening News. Every night my beloved would watch Chris Matthews, followed by Keith Olbermann, and I’d be right there with him. We’d watch some Fox News programs, as well, because we like to hear both sides of an issue. We’d also catch a couple of really good debate shows on PBS on the weekend. Sunday was Tim Russert, and then George Stephanopoulos, and whoever CNN had on, too.
Then, for reasons I don’t entirely understand—not long after the 2008 American Presidential election, in fact—I lost my news habit.
Well, I’ve picked it up a little bit in the last month but I’m beginning to believe I was better off without it. I’m all for being well informed. Since I spend a great deal of my day in front of my keyboard, and I do tend to drift onto the Internet several times a day any way, I am generally aware of what’s going on in the wider world around me.
It’s essential to know if there is about to be a coffee shortage, for example, so I can run out and stock up on it.
However, I’ve discovered that tuning in too closely to the news, current affairs, and political consciousness is not good for my blood pressure.
Will someone please tell me how it is that public figures can get away with wholesale lying?
There is one fact with regard to the latest brouhaha that a participant in that firestorm of words got horribly wrong and no one—no one at all—said anything about the wrong fact.
Therefore, I have a request that I will make, and, men, I’m apologizing in advance if this is something you already knew: Will someone please tell the men among us that birth control pills are unlike Viagra in two very important ways: 1) they are used not only for contraception but also for treatment of irregular or absent menstrual periods, menstrual cramps, acne, PMS, and for serious medical conditions such as endometriosis, and Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, and 2) they are not a pay as you play kind of drug. In order to be effective as contraception, birth control pills must be taken every day, even if the woman taking them is not currently having sex.
Here I sat over the last week, watching the coverage of that brouhaha, with all the talking heads giving their left-leaning and right-leaning interpretations of what was said by whom to whom about whom, the pros and the cons, and not one of them said, ‘well, from a factual standpoint, of course, what was said is just not true.’
It got my blood pressure rising, and it got me thinking.
There are a lot of people who like to have their say, and who don’t care if what they have to say has any relation to the truth, or not. Further, these people—in all areas of life, not just politics and news programs but blogs and chat rooms, and anywhere that people can imagine themselves to be in the spotlight—cue the off-stage deep voice announcing, “and now, the star of our show...”—these people believe that if they shout the loudest, and the longest, even if all they are shouting are lies, then they automatically win and they are automatically, therefore, right.
Hello? Truth is truth when it comes to verifiable facts and data. To say someone said something when they did not, and you know that they did not, is a lie. To say a thing is a widget when you know that it is not, is a lie.
Lying is, to put it another way, bearing false witness against thy neighbor.
So, if all this lying is going on, and everyone is okay with it, how do we as a society uphold the laws of the land? Because now, by extrapolation, it’s ok to lie on your tax forms, and job applications, and police reports and hey, we need to really get rid of those “misrepresentation of the truth will result in a $20,000 fine” fine-print paragraphs that are on everything we sign and date. Oh, and we need to abolish the crime of perjury, too.
More importantly to me, on what moral ground do we stand in raising our children and getting angry when they lie to us? “Do as I say, not as I do”? Seriously, I thought we’d evolved beyond that one.
Also seriously, I’m going back to imitating an ostrich. It’ll be easier on my heart. And so what if I’m not all that well informed? I have faith that if things get really bad out there, someone will give me a call and tell me about it.
Love, Morgan
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Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Zack and the Dark Shaft Live at The Log Line!
The log for the first book in my ManLove Collection, Zara’s Bois series is live at The Log Line Blog! Check out Zack and the Dark Shaft here:
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Monday, March 5, 2012
Care for a little Midlife Menage?
Wendy McCay is a forty-four-year-old mother of four grown children. She hides behind her widow status every time her wealthy neighbor, Wade Laweson, shows interest in her. He's a constant temptation, but she feels her time for love is over.
When she has to take on a boarder after a drought destroys her wheat crop, her control is tested having Jackson Taylor, a strapping, young rodeo rider, under her roof. He is impulsive, passionate, and makes her feel young again.
With both men turning on the charm, insisting she accept the wanton woman waiting to be freed, she's in for a losing battle. Will she be able to give her guarded heart over to both men and find a new happily ever after?
Angelic Forecast ~ #183
"Yin and yang," he rumbles sexily. "The pastry is a balance of feminine and masculine flavors and textures. It is known as a love offering."
Love. The word resonates through me, and for some reason I don't understand, I feel stunned at a deep emotional level.
"My own recipe for you. Only you, Sh’raka."
Dhuroth's low male growl shivers every nerve I own. His words impact me as a woman in a way I can never deny. Does he hear the excited thump-thump of my heart?
First his fingerpads touch where my heart is, and he caresses my skin. My head lolls back with sensual enjoyment. Long moments later, I feel the brush of his lips over my heart.
"Sh’raka, my woman, I crave you as I thirst for water, as I thirst for Spirit."
Hearing his words makes me feel like putty, and makes me breathless with passion. I long to say the same words to him... but somehow I cannot. Not yet.
"Dhuroth," I murmur, his name coming from my heart once again. "You make me passion-insane for you."
In caress after caress, our mouths touch and touch again. Finally, he pulls back. "I must contact the Stargate Order."
Taking my hand, he tenderly pulls me up with him as he rises to his feet, all with the latent power of a lion. My heart pitter-pats when he brings me to his side. Then, we move toward an archway that is extremely tall, and reminds me of the Taj Mahal.
"Do you know, my beloved woman, there is an underground energy revolution about to occur on Earth?"
I so hope so! Down to my soul hope so. "If it does occur... I will be one happy, happy woman."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
FREEDOM is the word and the watchword for this week, and for the month of March. This means 'freedom' for the soul. And, freedom for the heart and mind. This also means desiring freedom in your personal life. Currently, this desire rises in humanity with a new level of ferocity, and most of us will be feeling this like the deep cut of a knife.
While LOVE IS ALL, ultimately, freedom runs the universe... freedom based on love and respect. If freedom is lost anywhere -- the sacred freedom to simply 'be' and live life -- all of LIFE suffers, the affect like ripples on a pond.
This is one reason freedom, and the rise of freedom, is so precious on our beloved Earth. It is why the angels are singing to us with ever-stronger and ever-sweeter voices. They want to help us in any way available to them.
The angelic golden rays are flooding Mother Earth at this time, a divine torrential rain available to one and all. As well, diamond cosmic rays are bombarding us all, transforming who we are as human beings. This shows up in various ways, most notably in the ability to love and be compassionate.
Another way, is by heightened intuition, and the ability to simply 'know'. The more humanity chooses to be awakened to these psi-abilities, the more the AWAKENING will accelerate across the globe, and the more powerful the worldwide 'human-web' connection becomes.
Also, this will be a 'Gamechanger' week in many ways -- more on a global level than a personal level, however. Several events will occur here, and on the world stage, that will be like the Titanic getting struck by a superstorm rather than slowly sinking.
On the war front, the drumbeat continues and becomes louder. Likely new alliances will be made, ones that have been kept hidden until now.
On the truth front, the fierce energy of the dragon drops bombshell after bombshell on humanity, especially if you know where to look and are willing to know the 'truth' no matter what.
On the economic front, bad news will be disguised as good news. In the meantime, movements across the world are springing up and saying 'no' to the bankster gangsters, and 'no' to the leaders who are betraying them. There could be 'surprising' major news about the banking system this week that will impact most of us.
On the land changes front, there are large plate movements taking place because of natural forces and because of 'secret project' manipulation by THOSE who want to use any terrible catastrophe to their advantage. How this will prove out is still not set in stone. Also, severe weather will continue.
Once again, beware and prepare.
Trendwise, the mighty -- those who act upon the world stage -- will continue to fall. Others will rise to take their place, all of them puppets and property of the soulless ones. The country of Britain could be in the spotlight this month with an explosive situation.
On the business side, look for new opportunities at the local level. This is whether you are purchasing goods and services, or are looking for a way to earn a living.
This week is a time of serenity for the heart among family and friends. And, hugs will be what makes the world go round.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~
~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend ~
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL MARCH WEEK ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Siren-BookStrand Author of ~
All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]
When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print
Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
[Three Star Republic]
Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.
