Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

This past weekend, we had our first snowfall of the season. Though it wasn’t much—about three inches, and a lot of it melted the next day—I have to tell you the arrival of the white stuff was a shock to me.

Just the evening before, we drove about 30 miles to attend the Christmas dinner hosted by my beloved’s employer. I stepped outside to get into the car and holy cow, was it cold! The wind was howling, clutching cold drops of rain within its icy talons. As we drove, the rain turned to sleet and then the sleet turned to snow. And I realized in that moment that here was another instance of my being so “out of it”, that winter weather had snuck up on me.

We’ve less than thirty days to Christmas!

For better or worse, I’m apparently living in my own little world these days, as I have never done before. I am the architect of this unintentional state of being, of course. All it took was relinquishing most of my daily driving duties to my daughter.

I’m not ready for the winter season—and I’m not referencing here my state of physical preparedness. That, I’ve got nailed. The bin of safety salt is on my front porch, ready to be used on sidewalk and porch steps; the upstairs portion of our house has been closed off, to save on heating energy; and my winter coat is hanging by the front door, gloves stuffed in the pockets, ready for me to shrug into.

My mind and my thinking processes, however, are stuck somewhere between the end of August and the first of October. This explains my shock at feeling the arctic cold blasts of air and seeing the snow.

My beloved and I were discussing this state of disconnect in which I seem to have fallen, lately. In a way, it’s as if I have finally, really become a “retired person”. Oh, sure, I write every day, so I am not technically retired. But I do that writing here; right here where I am at this exact moment, butt in chair with my fingers on the keyboard. I do that dressed as I am on this Wednesday morning, in my “writers’ pjs”. I’ve showered, and washed my hair, and swept it up, mostly still damp, in a clip. And while I plan on leaving the house tomorrow, that’s only in order to keep my scheduled every-other-Thursday appointment at the spa for my massage. Otherwise I’d be able to say I have no plans to go out for the next few days.

We also discussed what we thought things were going to be like for us in about six or seven years, when he joins me and becomes a “retiree”. We pretty much agree that if we don’t get a different house—one that is a bit larger, and with at least one outbuilding—before then the chances of murder happing in this sleepy little town of ours are quite high. He needs to find something to do during the days of course, something to keep his mind and his hands busy (and him away from me). I’ve had him home for a week’s “staycation” in fairly recent memory, and he spent a great deal of that time standing behind me and looking over my shoulder. Seriously, it was more than a little unsettling. And when I would turn and look at him, I’d get some version of, “so, do you want to do something, or go somewhere?” I was doing something—or at least I was trying to.

My beloved absolutely cannot retire without having a good hobby.

Now that I don’t have to get up before the butt crack of dawn to drive him to work every day, I can stay up later at night, if I want to. And I often do, because I get caught up in reading, or writing, or even playing a silly game. Before I know it, it’s approaching two a.m. Now that’s not a problem, really, except it means if I get up around seven thirty in the morning, I am crashing into nap mode by two in the afternoon. I always feel guilty when I do that because it kind of puts me on a different schedule than my husband. I think it’s the part where I’m napping while he’s at work that is the source of those guilty feelings.

That last point, at least, is one thing that won’t be a problem for us once he’s retired, too. We’ve already made a pact that we’ll be awake when we want and sleep when we want, without a care to what anyone else thinks.

After all, there has to be something good in that pot of gold at the end of the work-a-day-world rainbow. And some reason, therefore, to look forward to getting older, rather than dreading it.

Love,
Morgan
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Monday, November 26, 2012

Come and visit The Private Stable!



[Ménage Amour: Erotic Rubenesque Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, wax play, sex toys, HEA]

Rachel Price finds refuge from her abusive boyfriend on the Iron Spur Ranch. After applying as a horse handler, Wyatt Black and Ethan Ryder are the cowboys assigned to show her the ropes.
It’s difficult for Rachel to understand why any man would be interested in her. She’s battled weight and self-esteem issues for as long as she can remember. But the men can’t seem to get enough of her—curves and all.

When the two cowboys seduce the timid brunette, she easily slips into their world of dirty sex. They introduce her to new possibilities and teach her what it is to really live again. As their relationship develops, she is continually curious about what goes on in the private stable. When she finally discovers the exclusive BDSM club at the far corner of the ranch, she craves to learn more—and the men deliver.



STORY EXCERPT

Ethan entered the confined space in the stall with her. His scent immediately enveloped her, a subtle, musky cologne. It was the essence of masculinity. She tried to shuffle over, but the hay trough was in her way. He was so much taller than she was, making her feel both short and fat.
“Give me your hand,” he said. She did as ordered, lifting her hand up by the wrist. He guided her to the stirrup, assisting her in flipping the leather over the top of the saddle. His hand was huge and work roughened. She couldn’t help but entertain inappropriate fantasies. Then she recalled that it wasn’t wrong for her to have healthy, sexual thoughts. She was single, free, not burdened to stifle her sexuality any longer. “First you have to loosen the tether strap. Here.” He moved her hand like she was a child, instructing her step by step. She liked it. He didn’t rush or sound impatient. In fact, if she didn’t know any better, she’d say his movements were almost sensual. But that was impossible. Men and Rachel did not mix, not with her extra fifty pounds and complete lack of confidence.
“Good girl,” he said once the straps were unfastened. “Then we put the saddle on the wooden horse in the tack room.” He reached up and hefted the solid Western saddle off the back of the horse. Was she expected to be able to lug those heavy things to the tack room every day? But if she let him do everything for her, she’d never get the job.
“I should take that,” she said, following after him.
“I ain’t letting a slight thing like you carry this.” He disappeared into a dim room with sliding wooden doors.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly slight. And Wyatt won’t give me this job if I don’t pull my own load.”
After her eyes adjusted to the minimal lighting in the tack room, the heavy hay dust made her sneeze. She looked around for him, not noticing he stood right beside her. Rachel jumped and instinctively began to walk backward, away from Ethan. It was his eyes. He stared at her with such intensity that her breath caught. Only she wasn’t afraid of him.
“We’ve never had a woman handler on the ranch. It’s hard work. Too hard for you.”
She shook her head. “You’re wrong. I can do anything I set my mind to.” She’d just left a dead relationship after years of abuse. She should get a medal for courage and another for all her pain and suffering. There was no way she’d lose this opportunity because she was a woman. She wasn’t tiny and could likely do a lot more manual labor than he expected.
“Okay then, darlin’. You handle the next horse. I’ll just watch.”
Rachel agreed, determined to prove she could be an asset after a little guidance. She walked back to the main aisle and entered the second stall. This time the sun was lower in the sky, and dusk wasn’t far off. Unlike the city, there would be no endless sea of streetlights creating an artificial glow. A mental clock continually counted down. She didn’t want to be sent away in the darkness of night.
Rachel flipped over the stirrup of the second saddle the way she’d been shown. This horse was black and more spirited than the last. She was certain her luck was about to run out and the horse would try to kick or bite. Her entire body was stiff from nerves as she fought with the intricate knot in the tether strap. Why did her fingers have to shake so much?
After standing on the sidelines quietly the entire time, Ethan finally broke out in laughter. She was shocked, turning to face him.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Sorry, darlin’, I shouldn’t laugh at you.” He stepped in, pressing his body next to hers, and ran his hand over the horse’s eyes while whispering something in its ear. The horse calmed almost instantaneously. “There. He’ll behave for you now.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him how he should treat a lady.”
She bit her lower lip, flattered beyond measure. But allowing herself to fall for sweet words would only lead to heartbreak—or another doomed relationship. She’d loved Jason once upon a time. Unlike fairy tales, the hero’s charm vanished at midnight, too, never to be found again.
After she managed to get the saddle unfastened, Ethan reached for it. She stopped him, setting her palm over his bicep, her fingers lingering longer than necessary. “Don’t. I have to do this, remember?”
He shrugged. “Okay, baby girl. Go for it.” Ethan stepped back and crossed his heavily muscled arms over his chest.
She reached up on her tiptoes, barely able to grab the base of the saddle with both hands. The horse was huge, making the task more difficult than necessary. Plucking it off effortlessly like Ethan had was impossible. Instead, she tugged it to the side, letting it slide down to her, saddle blanket and all. When it was time for her to grab the weight of it, she was not prepared for such a load. Just when she expected to drop it, her cowboy hero saved the day again.
“Thank you,” she said, embarrassed that she’d failed to prove herself.
“Like I said, I won’t let a slight thing like you carry a saddle.” He winked.
Rachel was growing more comfortable around Ethan already, her inner voice telling her he wasn’t a theat. “Have you never seen a fashion magazine way out here? Those women are slight, not me.”
She tagged after him, back in the dark, dusty room where the saddles were kept. With minimal light from the main bay doors filtering in, shadows dominated the far corners. “I know a real woman when I see one,” said Ethan, his voice barely above a whisper. He pinned her against the wall after setting down the saddle, invading her personal space without apology. “A man needs someplace soft to put his hands.”

ADULT EXCERPT

They lowered her to the bed, her feet still on the floor as she rested her head on the mattress. She wasn’t sure what they kept talking about. She was at the ranch for a job, not sex. Did women usually flock here for a chance to bed one of the delectable cowboys? She didn’t want to be seen in such a light. What she wanted was love, a sense of belonging, so much more than one night of passion. But she expected this was the best she’d get, and her libido wouldn’t let her refuse their advances.
Wyatt tugged off her pants, leaving her in just her undergarments. She reached to the sides, hoping to cover herself with a sheet or pillow.
“Now what’re you doing?” Wyatt stared down at her, all male dominance. A thrill ran through her body, a new kind of fear, one she wanted to explore. She was outside of her body, floating, experiencing everything as a voyeur.
“Covering myself?”
Both men glanced at each other, appearing dumbfounded. Had they never met an insecure woman before? Perhaps they were only used to equally perfect cowgirls.
“Why?” asked Ethan.
He was ruining her sexual high, forcing her to face her insecurities when she’d rather ignore them. “Because I’m ashamed of my body,” she blurted, upset she had to spell it out for them. “Or haven’t you noticed I’m not exactly bikini material?” She usually wasn’t so forward or blatant, but it wasn’t right for them to pretend to be clueless. It only made her feel worse about herself.
“She’s not even green broke,” said Wyatt, whatever that meant. “Rachel, I don’t know what women in the city strive for these days, but I promise you that simple men like us most certainly appreciate a woman with plenty of curves.”
“You’re perfect. Soft and lush. Everything a woman should be.” Ethan propped a knee on the mattress and leaned over her prone body. He peeled one cup of her bra down, exposing her throbbing nipple. “And I love these tits.” Ethan’s hot, wet mouth suckled her nipple like a starved infant, sending spikes of electricity coursing through her body like wildfire. She’d never felt anything so explosive, so pleasurable in all her life. Her other nipple was beaded so tight, she was ready to beg him to tend it. But as soon as the thought had entered her head, Wyatt descended over her other side and covered her areola with his mouth. His tongue was lively, making her pussy spasm uncontrollably. She watched the two heads covering her chest. It was so kinky, two different men engorging themselves on her breasts at once, one dark, one blond. She was surprised at how much she loved it.
Ethan began to move lower, trailing kisses along her heated skin. She’d never had good muscle tone, and when he reached her midriff, she tensed. Rachel forgot about her newfound pleasure and reached down to cover herself again. It had been a mistake. As soon as she covered her stomach with her arm, the men rose to attention.
“Not even green broke,” repeated Wyatt. “This’ll go on all night. Pass me some pig string.”
Ethan slipped away, only to return with a coil of thin yellow twine. She watched with rapt fascination, wondering what they planned next. When Wyatt lifted both her arms above her head, weaving the string in a precise manner around her wrists, she began to panic, her heart pounding in her ears. She tugged downward, but he’d already secured her to the frame of the bed. What were they going to do to her? Was she in danger? And the damn lights were still on!
“Struggling will only make it worse,” said Wyatt. He returned to his place beside her, lounging on his side. His shoulders were so broad that he blocked the other side of the trailer from her view entirely. “Calm down.”
“What are you doing? Please untie me.” She tugged again.
“You know the game, Rachel. We’ve only just begun. You’ll have to learn not to hide yourself from us.” Ethan slipped her panties clean off her legs. This is not happening. She felt tears begin to prick her eyes, her throat tight and tingly. It wasn’t so much the fear building up inside her because she’d dealt with it on a daily basis for so long. It was the humiliation, being bound and not able to cover her nudity.
Ethan attempted to part her legs at the knees. “Forgive me, darlin’. I’m not usually so forward, but when a man’s been sporting blue balls for the better part of the three seasons, he tends to act out of character when presented with such a treasure.” She fought him but failed. He was so powerful, easily spreading her thighs, exposing her moist pussy. She could have fought a little harder, but a big part of her was curious.
“She’s ripe, Wyatt. Soft and pink like a summer peach.”
She hadn’t even shaved her legs in a week. This was a living nightmare that just got worse by the second. Were these men that hard up for sex they’d put up with the likes of her?
“Look, you need to untie me. I’ll scream, you know.”
Wyatt smirked, painting patterns around her nipple with a fingertip. “That’s good. We intend for you to do a lot of screaming tonight.”

Angelic Forecast ~ #221



"Yes, I wanted to use magic to create a wonderful life, and help others."

"Thus, you were 'metered' as so many are on Earth."

"We were turned into productive workers rather than encouraged to be creative and magical beings." I sigh as that realization hits deep and hard. "What a waste."

"Look..."


Wave after wave of cobalt blue plasma electrically embraces the Earth. I know this resplendent sentient light seeks entry. For this celestial gift from another world far, far away, is love.

That much I know from hearing the whisper of communication inside my mind.

"Love," I say, lost in the experience of watching the cobalt light seep through what appears to be an intentionally created barrier. "Love, sweet, love."

"Yes, the love light is from the star, Sirius." Dhuroth cradles the small of my back with his over-large palm.

"Why Sirius...except they are some of humanity's ancestors. Right?"

"A key race in assisting a certain lineage of humankind to evolve, and to find a home in the ocean."

"Mermaids," I say, my excitement bubbling up.

"And dolphins."

My lion man smooths his hand over my back, and if I weren't so enthralled I would be closing my eyes in sensual appreciation.

"Dolphins?" I ask, wondering if they were shapeshifters.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Now comes the Cobalt Blue Light from the star, Sirius, further activating the Great Awakening on Earth. The angels sing in tune, creating the opportunity for  humanity to shed the old garments of 'what was'.

It is time to dress in the fine, new raiments of 'what could be', where imagination is unlimited, where life is the stuff of your most precious dreams.

To battle against this Great Awakening, the 'dark powers that be' will continue perpetrating horror after horror on the world stage. THEY seek to imprint humanity with this trauma energy, and, thus keep the people downtrodden.

On the personal front, this is a good week to deal with practical matters. The solutions are readily available, and you have the opportunity to accomplish a lot.

Also, for the following week, the Soul is revealed as never before. Likely you will move toward what could be called your soul work and/or career, if you haven't already.

As we shift deeper into the Aquarian Age, more and more will 'wake up', and alter their lives drastically to fulfill the blueprint of their soul, if needed.

On the paranormal front, although this will seem odd to some, now comes a time of great remembering. That is, many more of us will recall other lifetimes, especially on Atlantis, and other antediluvian civilizations.

As well, abilities, and the art of miracle-making, from other life experiences, will be brought back to memory at this time. This may come only as a 'knowing', or a sense of what was once upon a time. Regardless, you will be discovering more about YourSelf.

Also, the exponential rise in paranormal events, and supernatural 'revealings' continues on a mass scale. Heretofore unknown creatures and UFO sightings will top the list. Keep an eye on the alternative news sources, if interested.

On the economic front, currently 'secret deals' are a dime a dozen among the bankster gangster crowd, and those who rule them. The final slaughter of the worldwide economy is being planned down the last detail.

In the meantime, there is still factional infighting, which could buy more much-needed time for the public. Also, those known as the White Hats are intervening on our behalf in a big way. This will look like major chaos in the markets, and unexpected reprieves from the total collapse of the current financial system.

Important: Look for whistleblowers from the establishment's financial institutions. Many are attempting to come forward and tell what they know. There could be a 'blockbuster' revelation coming this week, or the next. Pay attention.

On the truth front, this forthcoming week TRUTHS -- if you know where to look and listen -- will be thicker than the onslaught of lies being relentlessly told by the presstitute media.

Also, an important 'truth' will be given to you as a gift this week. Take advantage, and change your life in a beneficial way.

On the war front, during the next four weeks, whatever 'the system' promotes as the truth, using the brain-drain media, will likely be the direct opposite. At this time, the horrific mess that is the Mideast will be reorganized by the 'dark powers that be' to bring about their agenda of absolute global tyranny.

However, there are other good-side 'powers' who will use this war scenario to entrap the evil ones. This is an ongoing process and does not have an immediate endpoint.

The time has arrived on Earth to 'really' give peace a chance. Now arrives a bold movement of THOSE who refuse war, and refuse to participate. This movement will sweep across the world eventually. That is, once humanity awakens to their 'assigned' role as mere fodder for the bankster gangsters' GREED regime.

More than ever before, the brutality of war is being used to shield the traitorous, designed collapse of global economy, and to hide the massive land grabs in Africa and other mineral-rich countries.

On the AWAKENING front, Wisdom comes from the lips of Women. The Rise of the Feminine comes into prominence. This will 'not' include the so-called women leaders on the world stage. For, they are usurpers, and merely being used by the new world order crowd.

As stated from a previous forecast: "At this time, there begins a new war against women as a gender. With the rise of the feminine force during the Aquarian Age, the ‘dark powers that be’ will  use every cruel and horrendous strategy to oppress women, and their growing powers. This will be by both subtle psychological manipulation, and by a blatant use of physical domination."

On the home front, the motto -- necessity is the Mother of Invention -- will become reality for many who suddenly realize now is the time to change their lives, and their location.  Now or never.

The war on liberty explodes to a new level during the week. This will increase the Great Divide.

From a prior forecast: "this is a highly complex picture at this point in history.  However, the Great Divide widens between those who will succumb to jackboot tyranny and those who will not. Also, look for 'anything' related to the idea of  freedom, to be constantly demonized by the presstitute media -- including the constitution." 

On the food front, the push-pull between GMO/GM Frankenfoods and organic, natural foods intensifies, and will likely involve violence in the near future. The endless dirty tricks' of Monsanto, and other such monolithic corporations, will no longer be tolerated by those who realize the entire food supply of the planet is at stake.

Remember, with winter threatening, and with food supplies low, stock up, and keep on stocking up as much as possible. This goes for water and other necessities, as well.

On the land changes front, fasten your proverbial seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy ride for the remainder of the year, 2012.

At this point in history, eruptions on the sun become fiercer and more frequent, creating superstorm conditions on the planet. For, this is the end of an Age, and a collision of natural cycles occurs -- and has nothing to do with driving an SUV.

This fiery, furious solar activity 'could be' under-reported, and data has already been falsified with the old reliable mantra: Don't panic the people.

Meanwhile, earthquakes rumble and rattle the planet. Volcanos spew, altering the atmosphere. And the weather wars take their toll on humanity, and on Mother Earth.

On the energy front, the ENERGY MONOPOLY cartel squeezes out smaller competitors in a bid to limit usage and raise prices, when, in truth, there is no shortage of supply. This is about GREED, about control, and about forcing people to live in the tiny, hive-like cells that are being planned or constructed in cities.

On the really bad news front, the razor-sharp talons of the corp-gov dig into the people. As well, a lemming-like insanity spreads, similar to a worldwide plague.

For, once again -- straight from the pages of history -- the depraved times of the Roman Emperor Caligula have arrived, infecting the so-called centers of power across the globe.

On the good news front, on the equal and opposite side, GOOD expands, a great circle of power as represented by the dragon grabbing hold of his own tail.

Everywhere, those who encourage and tune into their higher natures, bring forth the paradise living on Earth is meant to be -- since the beginning. For, that is the future being offered to us now. The future the soulless ones are desperately attempting to destroy -- like cornered rats.

On the freedom front, in the style of Thomas Jefferson, secession ramps up behind the scenes. Out of this, internet censorship goes viral as a way to stop the people.

However, now begins the great rise of the people. This is worldwide. For, freedom is the very breath of life in the Age of Aquarius.

Trendwise, whatever is moronic and decadent becomes trendy at this critical juncture in history/herstory, and will, of course, be promoted by BIG MEDIA as 'cool'.

In counterbalance, GOODNESS, the goodness of the heart becomes a strong trend, and will triumph over and over again.  As well, love sweet love begins to reign within communities of like-minded, heart-centered people.

Out of this trend toward GOOD comes the rise of the love affair. Passion and devotion between couples will become a beautiful and uplifting sight to behold.

This week let physical activity such as walking be your sacred prayer. Mother Earth loves your feet upon her. 


 Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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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.

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Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Wednesday's Words for November 21, 2012

I have an update on the mouse-in-the-house situation.

If you’ll recall, I mentioned that we had a slight rodent problem. Such is the case for anyone living in an older home that lacks complete structural integrity.

I grew up in the country, in a farm house that was very old, and that had a foundation with a few gaps here and there. We would have mice from time to time.

I get teased for my insistence on always looking for the bright side of any situation. In case you were wondering, there really is a bright side to having a few mice in the house. As long as you have those mice, you know you don’t have rats. Apparently—and this is one of the nuggets of wisdom my mother passed on to me—the two types of rodents won’t live together. Now I’m not sure if that’s scientifically proven, but it’s true in my own experience.

That old house in the country did have rats occasionally, most notably when the chicken farm down the road botched their planned fumigation against their rat infestation and sent a veritable herd of them charging down the road in our direction. This happened twice, by the way, about 6 years apart.

But I digress.

You may recall that I’d told you we had purchased those plastic “humane” traps. They were designed to lure the mice in using this nugget of a tablet supposedly irresistible to the little buggers. Once they munched on said tablet, they would doze off to the land of mouse dreams, and you could then carry the box outside, and slip the tiny sleeping beauties out onto the grass.

The traps didn’t work because the mice refused to be lured.

Mr Ashbury set these traps aside, in much the same way he set the problem aside. And the mice did what mice do. They thrived and multiplied.

I reminded Mr Ashbury this past Friday that he really had to take care of the rodent problem. So he went out (again) and bought more of the old fashioned, wooden snap traps. In the mean time, I had made a rather interesting discovery.

The mice, apparently, had a secret something they were stealing and eating: kitty treats. You know the ones I mean, the ones that have the television commercials showing cats jumping through walls, or leaping several stories in the air just to get one of them.

Our cat, Spooky, is addicted to these treats. The fact that the mice seem to like these tiny treats as well kind of make sense, if you follow and then expand that rule of logic that says that you can eat whatever will eat you.

I decided to test the viability of using a kitty treat as bait by placing one inside the plastic, one-way door humane trap.

Half an hour later I heard the sound of plastic rattling. Sure enough, when I checked, there was a small rodent looking confused as he tried but was, of course, unable, to get out of the box.

I’m not very girly, I’m afraid. I had no problem picking up the box, taking it outside, and turning it upside down on the grass hill several feet out the back door. The mouse showed his appreciation for this move by scampering out of the now open box, and running like hell away from the house.

Mr. Ashbury’s new old-fashioned trap did have one victim, but in light of the excellent new bait—and because we just want the mice gone, not necessarily dead—he put the killer-traps away, and has, instead, been loading the humane ones with kitty treats.

Apparently this is one temptation (pardon the pun) the little critters can’t resist.

Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

New G-Spot!

 
I’ve just issued the latest edition of my newsletter, The G-Spot.
 
Highlights this issue:
 
·         What I’m Reading/Recommended Reads
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·         This Issue’s Spotlight Author Erotic SciFi Romance Author, KAYELLE ALLEN
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Monday, November 19, 2012

A Passion for Tasty Things


IR/AA Sensual Mainstream Romances by Mickie Sherwood 


Like so many of you, I have a ravenous passion for tasty things. Two of my novels fall into that category. BayouBabe99er has a 5 stars B&N reader rating. Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker is a #1 Bookstrand Mainstream Romance Bestseller. How tasty is that?


You can get a taste of my sweet, spicy relationship-based romances right here at Bookstrand. Choose your cup of tea - mainstream interracial or African-American romance. Why not choose both?

I have another taste to share with you. Sharlene, my heroine in BayouBabe99er, had a meal that sent her senses reeling back to her days growing up on the bayou. I wrote about that meal on my blog, including the recipe and how-to pictures.

 

Here's a snippet taken from BayouBabe99er.


 

 

BayouBabe99er Sample

Her eyes focused on something far away as she fought to extinguish the fire of loneliness. The aroma drifting in the air drew her into the present. Clyde handled two platters along with the same number of cold strawberry drinks. She couldn’t resist snatching a golden french fry just as the plates landed under their noses.

“Here ya go. Bon appétit.”

Uncle Moot waited until Clyde disappeared into the back then leaned down for a whiff. The all clear was simply the way he manhandled his po’boy.

The first bite of the catfish and potato salad sandwich threw Sharlene back to those glorious days as a kid growing up in the bayou. Flavors blended to caress her tongue. She chewed slowly to savor each mouthful while eagerly anticipating the next. One look across the table certified she wasn’t the only one enjoying the meal.

A swig of red soda set the whole thing off.

“Not bad as I remember,” Uncle Moot said, gulping down his last bite. “The fish was flaky, tho’ I tasted a lil’ oil.”

               She was practically finished, and all she tasted was goodness.

 

Sounds yummy, doesn't it? Go see what goes into creating such a delicious meal. I can't wait to read your answers to my questions.

 

 

Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker - AA - Sensual - Mature Heroine - Cowboy Trucker - July 4th

A #1 Bookstrand Mainstream Romance

A rash decision puts Veronica Torres in the path of cowboy trucker Mike Masterson's barreling fiery-red 18-wheeler. Is he just another speed bump in her congested life? Or—are their hearts destined to collide on the highway of love? Read the entire first chapter.

Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker (MF)
 

BayouBabe99er - IR - Sensual - Cougar-Cub - Secretive Blogger - Gulf Oil Spill

5 Stars B&N Reader Rating

Laid-off. Gulf oil spill. An attraction to the oil company's liaison, Drake Cormier, someone barely older than her daughters. Sharlene wonders what else can go wrong.  Read the entire first chapter.

BayouBabe99er (MF)

 

Buy now! Smile later!

Now hop on over to Mickie's Mutterings and drool!
 
 
 
Mickie Sherwood

~~Sweet, spicy romance – a heartbeat away~~

Angelic Forecast ~ #220


"Yes," I murmur. "Thank you for saying that... for letting me feel that truth."

"Sh'raka," he purrs like the lion man he is. I tremble with it.

"Is my reward to be with you?" I ask, then shiver inside with my deep emotions.


"No," his tone teases a bit. "It is my reward to be with you. To have found you, my beloved."

I bask in his words, and wish I had the ability to believe in them whole-heartedly. However, my limitations remain, although with less impact.

With a wave of his hand, Dhuroth appears to open a viewing portal of a scene playing out on Earth. I see the planet as if observing Mother Earth from space. Then, the scene zooms closer.

"Yes, it is a time of great sorrow. Yet, it is also a time where more on Earth will be performing miracles."

"The power of the mind rises," I say as the realization dawns on me.

"Humans become magicians once again. As I am doing now by showing you this scene."

"Magician." I feel all starry inside. "I dreamed since childhood of being able to do magic. It always felt so natural, so right. And yet, my experience of magick is very limited."

"Ah, yes. They, the heinous ones as we call them...they cannot meter magic. Or, meter the ability to manifest and create a life of goodness."

"You mean just like Tesla's science magic could not be metered. So, greed and big brother control...well, you know."

"The innocent heart wants to share. As your innocent heart wanted to share, my beautiful Sh'raka."

"Yes, I wanted to use magic to create a wonderful life, and help others."

"Thus, you were 'metered' as so many are on Earth."

"We were turned into productive workers rather than encouraged to be creative and magical beings." I sigh as that realization hits deep and hard. "What a waste."

"Look..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Do you hear the dragon's fiery roar? From this point forward, the Dragon of Freedom spreads her relentless flame worldwide -- at blast speed.

Meanwhile, the false flames of war are spread with insidious and devious intent -- ruthlessly fomented by the dark-siders to bring about another Dark Age.

On the personal front, during this season of Thanksgiving, the importance of your soul gifts will be revealed. That is, within each chakra of our ethereal bodies, we carry a gift from the Divine -- one that cannot be taken away or ever destroyed.

As we spiral upward on the golden wings of Ascension, these sacred gifts are meant to be used for your unique benefit, and the benefit of ALL. Up until this point in time, the soulless ones have used every black magic trick to keep humanity from knowing about these soul gifts. This now ends.

As you contemplate what you are grateful for, whom you are grateful for, notice how the love within your heart expands, and becomes the light of the world.

One special opportunity this week is to feel the embrace of Mother Nature as she calls humanity toward her, and away from Chaos.

On the paranormal front, now is the time to look up. Look up to the sky as much as possible, without endangering yourself and others. The Beneficent Ones wish to show you their ships. They also want you to know the truth that has been denied for so long. Yes, there are many sky crafts flying above Earth, often referred to as UFOs.

Now, the planet, Mars, reveals itself -- despite decades of coverup. This is because the ancient connection between Earth and Mars is being activated once again, and the past between them demands justice.

As the paranormal becomes the new normal, pay attention to how this manifests around you, and in your life. Such knowledge could assist you greatly in the future.

On the economic front, now GREED goes gargantuan. Duck and cover financially however you can.

The 'worst of the worst' bankster gangsters, and their minions, go berserk raping, pillaging, and plundering the people with an onslaught of new taxes, fines, fees, penalties... any and every excuse to strip you of your money, and whatever you own.

This is 'not' about the rich paying more taxes. This is 'not' for Mother Earth, or saving the environment. This 'not' about paying your fair share. This is about the dark side of power, and GREED.

Also, there are dastardly doings in the banking world. As the dollar is run to ground, and the Depression deepens, the escalating war in the Mideast will be used as a smoke-and-mirrors way to 'screw' the people.

There are several false-flag events in the works, one around a cyber-attack, that will be used to herd 'the people' toward a one-world currency, and a mostly cashless society.

In the near future, some big banks will be known for 'losing' their customers money, then not finding it. Thus, this no-return of funds will be in the same thievery style as Jon Corzine, former CEO of MF Global.

Also, as of January 1, 2013, FDIC insurance will no longer cover *large-money* accounts. Obviously, this could create a serious run on the banks.

On the truth front, Not-Truth rules this week. More than ever before, the 'Brain-Drain Media Speaks With Forked Tongue'.

On the war front, war, what is it good for, absolutely nothing -- except lining the bankster gangsters' pockets, and destroying humanity. 

Now rises the second Nazi wave in the war chaos that is the Mideast. Originally the fundamentalists, known as the M*slim Brotherhood, were recruited and trained by the Nazis during World War II. They are currently making their bid to control the region.

Of course, this war-theater scenario is far more complex in reality, and is being driven by the psychopathic manipulations of the soulless ones.

Choosing a side in these conflicts is a sucker's bet. For war, undeclared war, is merely an excuse to steal the people's wealth/property, and tighten the reins of global tyranny.

This week, there will be sad escalations of the Mideast conflict, as well as other regional conflicts all over the globe. Prayers for true peace are needed.

On the AWAKENING front, November 22, 2012, the blue galactic light from the center arrives full force to assist humanity and the Earth. This is Aquarian Age energy, preparing us for the enormous changes ahead as we make the transition. This blue galactic frequency will also lift our hearts and minds toward the loving Divine.

On the home front, It's here: Revolutionary Fervor. However, humanity as a whole is at the crossroads and in the cross hairs. Liberty or tyranny, the future rides on the shoulders and action of 'we the people'.

Now, with the UN more in charge than ever, it will be 'revealed' through several alternative sources, that foreign troops are being deployed against 'innocent' Americans. Out of this, people galvanize to protect themselves.

On the food front, for the next two weeks, there is likely to be some disruptions in the food supply within 'selected' areas of the country. Given the inflation, some looming food shortages, and winter on the doorstep, as always stock up as much as you are able. This remains crucial.

On the land changes front, from November 11th (11:11) there have been 6+ magnitude earthquakes everyday. Over the next several months, this level of shake, rattle, and roll is likely to continue, with little relief.

Also, volcanic eruptions intensify, and ash pours into the atmosphere as 2012 comes to a momentous end.

Plus, here comes the sun! To repeat from a prior forecast: "earthquakes, volcanoes, superstorms, and the exploding sun, oh my!"

On the energy front, the NEW 'OLD' OIL economy begins with the US of A now exporting more oil than Saudi Arabia. The corporate-borg state will eventually use this oil output to justify its sinister rise, and 'pretend' to stave off total economic collapse.

Meanwhile, 'free energy' has been real and available since the 1930s with Tesla technology. Thus, this continuation of the 'oil economy' is about the enslavement of the people.

On the really bad news front, shock city is around the corner for many, at this time. Societal CHANGES, the collapsing economy, and disasters will take their toll. Prepare to take care of yourselves. Once again, join with like-minded people in a community that benefits ALL.

On the good news front, many more of us will now be making the presstitute media the butt of jokes. Razor-slicing sarcasm comes of age in this endtime of GOOD versus evil.

Even with the hardships many of us face, now comes a time of amazing miracles. The dense yoke of the Piscean Age is being lifted, and the lighter energies surrounding us encourage our ability to bring about the miraculous.

On the freedom front, The Flames of Freedom are here. The idea of 'secession' sweeps across the nation, inspiring the rest of the world to continue their battle toward liberty. For, we in the 'united states' of America are the light-showers during this time in history/herstory.

We have been raised with the every-burning light of freedom. It's in our blood, our hearts. Liberty has shaped our very natures. We have been bred with the idea and ideals of freedom, and it literally resides in our genetic code.

Trendwise, Time to Panic in a Constructive Way, this is the theme for the upcoming two weeks as more realize the necessity of taking care of themselves, and their loved ones.

Music, so essential to the Aquarian Age, is being increasingly hijacked by the Big Media companies. That is, more and more, only those artists who can be controlled, who will follow the party-line are allowed to become 'stars'. Thus, the overall quality of music offered to the public is degenerating.

However, music thrives, evolves, and is creatively soaring in local enclaves. As well, the 'real' top artists, the up and coming musicians, singers, and song writers, are part of the internet phenomena. If we the people meet the challenge, and keep the web from becoming 'censorship central', music will become the throbbing lifeblood of the world.

This week look with new eyes at what there is to be thankful for. Share your insights, your feelings of gratitude with others. And, listen to what others share with new ears. 


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 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.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Historical Romances at Bookstrand - Lindsay Townsend






My medieval romance novel, 'A Knight's Vow,' plus my medieval romance novellas, 'The Lord and Elanor,' and 'The Amorous Chatelaine,' are for sale at Bookstrand at my author page:
http://www.bookstrand.com/Lindsay-Townsend/







These medieval romances fit nicely with my other historical romances already for sale at Bookstrand - 'A Knight's Captive,'  'The Snow Bride,'  'A Knight's Enchantment,' 'Midsummer Maid,' and 'A Christmas Sleeping Beauty'.


Wednesday's Words for November 14, 2012

There’s something very insulating about being an author, and I’m not altogether certain that’s a good thing.

I immerse myself in my W. I. P. - work in progress—and although in many ways writing is my job, for me it’s actually a lot more than that.

For the time that I am working on a novel, that story becomes the center of my world. It’s what I think about most of the time, and the only thing I really want to talk about. Because my stories are character driven, I need to get into the heads of my characters in order to tell their story in the best, most complete way possible.

I know that there is another world—what is generally referred to as “reality”—on the outside of this little creative oasis of mine. I’m somewhat aware of the day-to-day happenings in that world. But it’s as if I am protected from the sharp edges of it.

This is at once both comforting and alarming. It’s comforting because not much can really affect me. I don’t usually become emotionally invested in happenings outside of my family and friends, and my work. That’s pretty comforting when you think about it—the fact that I can pretty much control my environment.

However, sometimes, I wonder if I’m not missing some key something, namely, life itself. I don’t watch many movies, and there’re only two or three shows on television that I will sit and take in. I tune into the news once in a while, I watch a few “talking heads”, and of course, I catch the headlines online.

But there are trends, if you will, of popular culture, that I simply don’t appreciate—basically, I just don’t get them.

And there are some trends I studiously avoid altogether. For instance, some “reality show” personalities, littered liberally, sort of like salt on french fries, almost every day at many and various online sites. Egads, you can’t avoid them! I do my best to completely ignore them.

I have to ask, do people really care about these personalities—how much skin they show in their clothing selections, who they’re sleeping with, who they kiss in public, whether or not they’re having a bad hair day, and what they tweet? I mean, really?

There was a time not that long ago when I worried that my lack of familiarity with popular culture would inhibit my ability to connect with readers. Think about it for a moment. I’m a fifty-eight year old woman writing stories aimed at the generation younger than my own—and even the next one younger still. The women who read my novels are aged about 21 to 45. Those are the ages of some of not only my children, but some of my grandchildren.

My readers are no doubt into popular culture. They watch the same television programs, read the same books, go to the same movies. Some of them play video games, either online and on game-systems. They go to bars and night clubs, listen to rap or country music and know all the moves of all the dances, and all the ingredients of the trendiest drinks.

At one point I worried that I was being too insulated. Maybe I was in danger of falling out of step with my times! If an author is out of step with her times doesn’t she become redundant?

One thing you have to know about these author-types: they have no shortage of imagination and tend to apply it liberally everywhere.

I’ve since come to the conclusion that I can be aware of the world that my readers move in without having to move in it myself. I can be tuned in to what their lives involve, what their mindsets may be, without having to live those lives myself.

I don’t have to be like people who are younger than I am; I just have to listen to them, and to understand them.

And then I have to tailor my stories, so that the words I write mean something to them.

Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury

Monday, November 12, 2012

"Porpoiseful Intent" (Placida Pod 2) by Tymber Dalton now available, and a contest!

I'm so excited! Today is release day for the second book in my Placida Pod mm shifter series, "Porpoiseful Intent."

In celebration, I'm running a contest over on my blog to give away amigurumi versions of hunky dolphin shifter Emery, and his friend alligator shifter Wyatt:


You can find my latest release at:


And if you missed the first book, "Accidentally on Porpoise," you can order it from Siren here:


Blurb:

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Sean Morita and Emery Nadel are enjoying settling in together as mates, but there is deadly trouble brewing on the horizon as plans for the Samhain superpod get underway. Sean’s parents have no idea that Emery and his family are dolphin shifters, and everyone wants to keep it that way.

But what do you get when you mix a hurricane, a houseful of dolphin shifters, a pair of oblivious human parents, a vengeful ex-lover, and an alligator shifter with a warped sense of humor?

Sean and Emery are about to find out. Erik isn’t finished with Emery yet, and innocent shifters will pay the price when vengeance returns with Porpoiseful Intent.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

--

You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:



Don't forget to stop by my website to find out how to get a chance to win amigurumi Emery or Wyatt. The contest closes on Thursday night. :)

Angelic Forecast ~ #219


"I'm not upon her right now, on Mother Earth...does that mean...?"

"It means your influence remains, my Sh'raka. Your will is part of the overall will of humanity."

"But, only part..." I cry louder on the inside than the soft sounds of my weeping. "My heart aches..."


Dhuroth embraces me close, and I feel the comfort he pours inside me.

"It is the time of the Great Transition, as you know, my beloved. Many on Earth will be passing. Yet, they will be passing into dimensions of reward."

"Dimensions of reward?" I ask, sniffling.

"Yes, most on Earth are to be rewarded. It is an act of divine greatness to live during these times."

"Yes," I murmur. "Thank you for saying that... for letting me feel that truth."

"Sh'raka," he purrs like the lion man he is. I tremble with it.

"Is my reward to be with you?" I ask, then shiver inside with my deep emotions.

TO BE CONTINUED...

~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

For the following three weeks ~ Righteous Anger, The Breath of the Dragon, firestorms across Europe, then spreads worldwide. The People Rise.

Meanwhile, ASCENSION is here. A golden spiral of divine power now surrounds Mother Earth, and is lifting humanity ever higher. Be aware of energies you resonate with, for they are sacred.

On the personal front, this is the week to grow in awareness, and let your heart center blossom. That is, there will be a unique opportunity to awaken to your Divine Self in a new way, as well as an opportunity to tune into a new level of compassion for yourself, and for others.

This heart-centered awareness will be a tall order for many, given the current-day challenges facing the human race. However, it will be the power of love and compassion that transforms your day-to-day life.

Once again, it is wise to organize and prepare your household for the coming superstorms of life. Also, there are likely to be several disastrous cold spells this winter across the country. Think about how best to stay warm and comfortable.

On the paranormal front, everything labeled supernatural or paranormal now comes out of the woodwork en masse, as spoken about before. Already, there is news seeping into the Big-Corp controlled media -- if you read between the headlines.

As well, those who are known as the Light Beings will be descending into our frequency on Earth, and interacting in various ways with many more of us. Often this will be via dreams, and small miraculous occurrences that assist us.

UFO events have been dramatically increasing with each passing week. This will only continue, and there are several huge UFO surprises coming in the near future.

On the economic front, as the banks and the banking system falters, teetering on the brink of total collapse, there will be giant levers pulled behind the scenes to keep the illusion going. Also, gun boat diplomacy ramps up to keep the dollar viable 'enough' into the year, 2013. 

Meanwhile, Britain descends in the expanding sinkhole that is the global economy. And, to use Max Kaiser's words, there will likely be a 'spectacular flameout of the economy' in London.

Worldwide, the pus of financial corruptions pours out. To smokescreen this truth, there will be Circus Circus false-flag events.

Remember, only what you have in hand will matter in the long run of life. From a prior forecast: "Hard assets, tangible goods, survival equipment... down on the farm and down on the ranch... this is the wise strategy before the banking Armageddon hits humanity. That, and ask for divine intervention." 

On the truth front, bringing Thor's hammer down is the theme for this week. The human race will no longer be denied. Now, the formidable winds of TRUTH are blowing ever fiercer, ever faster, as 2012 reaches its historic climax.

On the war front, thanks to the new world order crowd, an out-of-control, terrible chaos has seized the Mideast, and other war-torn places on the planet. The forthcoming strategy will be one of justifying 'their' ongoing war theaters, while convincing the population it's necessary, and even good for the world.

Out of this barbaric horrific mess, there will come a mass realization that evil reigns. Thus, many more will decide against the path of war, and take action against the dark-siders. There are already high-level battles taking place behind the scenes.

At this point, the use of drone aircraft escalates significantly. As well, more exotic weapons make an appearance. This is partly being done to scare 'the people' into being compliant, and giving up their rights.

On the AWAKENING front, the 'renegade members of the family of light' join minds and hearts more strongly. Their mission on Earth is to usurp the soulless ones, and to assist in bringing about a loving world. For, the celestial gates have now opened.

On the home front, The South is Rising. Think the DUKES OF HAZARD meets STAR WARS at this point in time.

Also, as the Depression and the oppression worsen, there will be a migration out of the US, as many decide to leave the country.

On the food front, as serious shortages begin, most likely during the middle of winter, there will be an enormous backlash by the people. If this situation is not headed off in a good way, riots and looting could rule many of the major cities.

However, this future is still fluid, and will depend, in part, on how well the people prepare to take care of themselves. As has been sadly demonstrated in NYC/NJ, the corp-gov cannot take care of you, and yours. And won't, except in the most minimal and haphazard way possible.

On the land changes front, to repeat from last week's forecast: "more superstorms are forming worldwide, and will be lashing the coastlines. With the forthcoming lineup of celestial events, get ready for a rocky, 'rock 'n roll' ride on planet Earth, especially during the next three months.

Also, there will be weather extremes, an increase in volcanic and earthquake activity. And, as mentioned before, large asteroid showers could begin."

As well, with HAARP aiming its high-powered, Tesla frequencies at St. Louis and the West Coast, look for manipulations of the weather and/or land changes.

On the energy front, pyramid power rises as a viable energy source, but will remain unknown by most of the population. Also, many of the ancient pyramids are being reactivated by 'friends' of humanity, and this will help transform the future.

As was stated last week: "The time has come for the energies, the power of the pyramid culture, to come forth once again."

On the really bad news front, the long dark winter of tyranny, is it here?

More and more, checkpoints with naked nuke machines are being setup. Electric bracelets, like dog shock collars, are being pushed as a good thing for those who fly commercially. In some areas, school children are being forced to wear micro-chipped badges, and forced to eat food not fit for prisons, because they're not allowed to bring lunches from home. Gardeners who grow food are being persecuted. Everything you do is tracked, traced and data-based, most of it in real time. Military is on the streets, and martial law, is being sold as necessary. And on and on it goes...

From the prior forecast: 'cybersecurity' is now code for bringing in a brutal censorship that will negatively affect everyone on the internet. The new world order crowd wants ONLY their messages to reach the people -- to keep us all trapped and mesmerized.

On the good news front, now many more of us are galvanized to end the massive corruption of the corp-gov, and to leave the system behind for a life worth living.

Now, with the arrival of the Aquarian Age, our very natures are being transfigured toward the Divine. Eventually, love and compassion will become the guiding force in human society.

On the freedom front, at this time, the 'swamp fox' mentality asserts itself, as one way to win liberty against overwhelming odds. General Francis Marion *The Swamp Fox* used guerilla war tactics to outwit the British troops during the American Revolution.

Trendwise, this is the time of the whistleblower. Even with the current high level of persecution and prosecution 'against' those who are willing to reveal wrongdoing, and secrets wrongly withheld from the people, there will be a swelling tide of truth tellers.

Also, from the previous forecast: "the gold wars are here. Fasten your financial seatbelts as the BIG BOY PIRATES, all over the globe, ferociously battle each other to be king of the golden pile. Nothing about this 'greed' will be pretty, especially for the rest of the world.

Also, as the month progresses, stock markets worldwide will quake bigtime. Further de-stabilization will occur at the end of year, done on purpose by the bankster gangster crowd. For, THEY want to appear as our saviors after a series of designed CRASHES."

This week is for searching out some fun times, and bringing laughter to those who need it most. Or, smile and the world smiles with you. 


 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 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.