Wednesday's Words for January 30, 2013

My oldest grandson turned 21 on Monday. 21! Never mind that I really don’t feel old enough to be the grandmother of a 21 year old man. And never mind that another of my grandsons—my eighteen year old—is going to be a father himself this summer, making me a great-grandmother. The thought that has dominated as I think about this milestone is that time has moved way too fast for me.

It’s like I’ve just blinked my eyes and little Nick has gone from being a babe-in-arms to a very buff, good looking man. He’s in his final semester in college, studying police foundations, security and investigations but isn’t one hundred per cent sure what he’s going to do when he graduates. There are many options open him, including one that could see him joining one of the area police forces. He’s also into fitness in a major way and was thinking of pursuing something in that field. I look forward to learning of his choice, confident that whatever he chooses to do, he’ll be successful.

Being a grandmother is the best role I’ve ever had, period. And I’m really experiencing it in several different forms. With my eldest’s family, I’ve been a granny whom they see regularly, but not all the time. I’m not really involved in the day-to-day of their lives, and never really have been. Not for lack of interest or desire to be on my part; but bowing to the constraints of time, and distance, and the pure fact in life that sons tend not to come home as often as daughters do.

Old sayings become old sayings because they contain truth. “A son’s a son till he takes a wife; a daughter’s a daughter for all of her life.” That is the way it seems to be in our western culture. I’ve seen it with friends, and relatives, and it’ so in my own particular experience. Our son’s family spends more time with his wife’s people, and have from the first.

Our second daughter, who is the mother of my late son’s children, is very much a daughter in that tradition to us. We have those two children here a lot, providing the backup primary care-giving she needs to be able to go to work—she’s a nurse—at an area hospital. Nurses, as you may know, often work 12 hour shifts. So if she’s working days, we have the children here after school and for dinner; and if she’s working nights, we have them overnight, and I get them up and going for school the next day.

Our daughter and her one child—my 18 year old grandson—lived with us for a time, while she went to college and became a registered PSW (nurse’s aide). Even when they weren’t living with us, we saw them a lot. A week barely went by when we weren’t together for at least a few hours. Now, of course, she’s here nearly every day. And while her son has his own life he’s around quite often, too.

It’s interesting, this life I lead, getting to see the different family dynamics of my children with their children, observing the similarities and the differences between them, and comparing that to how things were in this family when my own kids were all still at home.

The truth is, though, they are all growing up very quickly, and changing, and becoming their own people.

My son, my daughter, and my second daughter are all better at parenting than I ever was. When I look back, I see too many times when I was too busy; I worked outside the home because I had to, and I never seemed to have the energy or patience that in hindsight I would have liked to have had. I don’t beat myself up over this. I did the best I could at that time, and in those circumstances. I just wish things might have been a little different for us—that the stresses of occasional unemployment and uncertain times might have been less.

I really wish I’d not let time slip, unawares, through my fingers.

I hope those of you who have younger children will take the time to appreciate your young ones, even when you feel driven to distraction by the work of life. “Taking time to smell the roses” is another old saying, and one we should all take to heart.

I promise you, they’ll be grown and gone in the blink of an eye. And you’ll be left to wonder how that all could have happened so very quickly.

Love,
Morgan
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Angelic Forecast ~ #230

Once Volcano leaps aboard his cloud, and smiles a farewell, Dhuroth adds,  "Good hunting."

"If you want to get to heaven, you got to raise a little hell, as the song lyric says," Volcano quips, then vanishes in a puff of light.

"Ozark Mountain Daredevils, I think that's the band's name." I say.

***

I stare at the Mars image NASA so proudly set before the public, this past week, as some sort of major accomplishment.

"Is that really a giant ancient riverbed?" I ask, then a pop a large lovely grape into my mouth.

Dhuroth and I are lounging atop a divan for two, inside his home's sumptuous sun room. Plants abound, and the white sunlight pours through the slanted glass roof.

My lion man rumbles a long chuckle. "There is a resemblance. However, my beloved, that is a raceway, of ancient origin yes. Yet still in use."

"Raceway?" I ask, astounded.

"Yes, think of a type of chariot." He strokes my arm. "One that is much larger in design than the chariots in the Earth movie, Ben-Hur."

"Wow, what kind, or how many...do horses even pull these chariots?"

"Various animals are raced, including a giant horse breed." My lion man affectionately gives me a hug. "When the racing season begins again, we will attend."

"Now my curiosity is really aroused. Are there recordings?"

"A library full. From the ancient times."

"But...?" I ask, knowing there's more to the story.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Comes the time--beneath the embrace of the full moon in Leo--when the choice will made by all of us, within our individual hearts and souls.

The choice: Cower or Stand Tall and Free

For now, the mental rebellion rises, and soars on the leviathan luminescent wings of the Dragon Squad for Good. Yes, the time has arrived: the People now recognize their divinity.

On the magickal, mystical front, those who were born out of the catastrophic loss of Atlantis and Lemuria, that is, the ancient Mages and Druids, who later walked the Celtic lands, who then walked the Nile lands of Egypt...these ascended souls begin to walk beside us in spirit. With each passing moment, the connection grows and strengthens. For, destiny awaits.

On the personal front, this is the week for to-do lists, and for organizing what comes next in your life. At this time, a little organization will go a long way toward coping with the coming year, 2013.

If you have a major project of some kind, or many underway, this is the week to clear the decks. Next week, dive in for all you're worth.

On the personal level, the year, 2013, is a time for big ideas, and big follow through.

On the paranormal front, this week the planet, Mars, will be placed in the public eye deliberately. This is a long term plan to use the 'truth' about Mars against the people.

Like several headlines from last week, the supernaturally weird, wacky, and wonderful continues to come out of the dimensional closet. Be prepared. New worlds are opening up before our eyes.

On the economic front, gold and silver, as commodities, rule this week. For the next month, the Gold Wars heat up on the world stage, and make headlines.

At the same time, the 'too big to fail' banks fight for top position like rabid dogs. Out of this, the stock market is likely take a major dive, and show little recovery in the following weeks.

This, while more of the people get their money out of the banks fast. Trust is waning.

Meanwhile, the cyber coin is making its bid for prominence. That is, for those who are savvy in this realm.

And as stated before, the smart money is on those who create their own local economies, and learn how to trade and barter for the benefit of All.

On the truth front, staggering truth after staggering truth will face many of us. However, a dividing point is being reached in the overall population. There are those who will face revealed TRUTHS bravely. Then, there are those who prefer to live in denial. Thus, sadly, family conflicts will result.

On the war front, big military doings around the globe this week, and this coming month. Several nations are making their moves on the war chessboard, and this will dramatically increase the suffering of humanity as a whole.

One Middle East country is likely to be targeted in horrific ways. However, some of this 'false flag' attack may be mitigated by 'white hats' behind the scenes.

So many of 'the people' are raising their spiritual awareness beyond the idea and necessity of wars, that the dark-side controllers are way behind schedule in bringing about WWIII.

On the tyranny-at-work front, the propaganda blitz against gun ownership ramps up this week, as expected. At the same time, the TSA is loosed like vicious dogs on the people. None of this will end well.

On the AWAKENING front, as the Aquarian Age vibes shift and shape the world, a new sense of self arises. For those who are willing to accept it, there will be an inner power heretofore unknown. Use it.

On the communication front, the human family is becoming aware of itself. That is, many are now making contact with neighbors, and others, in good ways that will end the previous isolation.

More than ever, a lot of us are beginning to connect deeply, with caring and compassionate hearts. This trend will expand rapidly.

On the home front, this will be a rough week--for the country as a whole, and on an individual level for some. Likely, this will be due to either catastrophic natural events, superstorm weather, and/or what are called false flags.

On the food front, rage at the practices of Big Agra rises at a rapid rate, at this point in history. There will be ever-growing groups of people who shake their fists, then turn their back on the system, and make their way back to the land.

Meanwhile, there will be more revelations of how the establishment is poisoning the people with the use of synthetic chemicals, and other toxins in processed foods.

On the land changes front, tectonic plates, especially beneath the oceans slide, crash, and grate against each other. This is because the Earth is changing shape, and expanding its mass.

Weather extremes will continue planet-wide, in part, due to the activity of the sun. Northern European countries will face ongoing superstorm winter conditions.

Another series of small earthquakes will shake, rattle, and roll California, and other Western states. However, a bigger quake is looming in the near future.
Also, volcanoes keep erupting across the planet, bigger and badder than ever.

On the energy front, it is key at this juncture for anyone and everyone who has the knowledge, and the means, to bring about an energy renaissance with new devices, if only in your immediate community. In the long run, you will be rewarded far more than if you attempt to mass market the design or device.

On the really bad news front, a kingsnthe sun rays whenever possible, either outside, or by staying close to a sunny window.

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.

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Chapter One

Michelle took several calming breaths, trying to untangle her frazzled nerves before opening the door to the small massage room. His mere presence turned her into a klutz, and she prayed today she would be able to keep her cool. Normally, she was the picture-perfect employee, always professional and cordial with all of her clients, but something about this one kept her feeling like she was constantly trying to walk a tight rope. Despite her occasional mishaps, he always remained kind and never made her feel foolish.

She did, though. In fact, she felt like a goofy teenager with her first crush every time he was near her. While a part of her wished he would request someone else for his daily massage, the other part of her—the woman—didn’t want anything of the sort. Michelle relished her hour-long sessions with Mr. Conrad, regardless of how much they threw her off-balance. Once she relaxed a little, it was hard to not enjoy his company. He was easy to talk to, charming, and sometimes made her laugh so hard that her cheeks hurt from being frozen in such a wide smile.

Mr. Conrad, or Brad as he insisted she call him, had been a distraction from day one. Each day that he came to her little massage room, she became increasingly attracted to him. The pull she felt had been building for the past couple weeks as their casual conversations had become lengthier and more intimate. She was sure he was only being polite, but her body tingled and reacted to him whenever he was near.

She had handled herself pretty well in that first massage. Keeping the conversation light but still professional, she managed to convince herself that his body was one thing, but there was no way his face could match the extraordinary sight of his physique. Or so she thought anyway.

When the maddeningly charming Mr. Conrad pulled his towel around him and sat up to face her, she was struck by a lightning bolt of lust. Heat coursed through her body faster than the speed of sound.

He wasn’t just good-looking, nor was he simply handsome or sexy. Those words would be gross understatements. He was easily the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes upon. Michelangelo couldn’t have painted a more beautiful portrait of what a man should look like. The tan landscape of his body treated her eyes to peaks and valleys filled with taut and sinewy muscle. The mere sight of him sent shock waves through her body, right down to her clit, making it throb unbearably while her pussy became wet with desire for what was hidden underneath the towel he held tight at his hips.

With a not-so-steady hand, she turned the handle and walked into the eight-by-eight room, which seemed smaller every time he was in it. Instantly, her eyes were met with the most glorious sight. For a split second before he got comfortable on the table, Michelle caught a glimpse of his ass. The stark contrast between his bronzed skin and creamy-white bottom only added to her lustful thoughts.

Her face flushed. She saw his eyes catch hers for a moment, and she was sure she’d been caught sneaking a peek. Michelle was struck with embarrassment and wanted to explain away her actions but knew anything she said would only make it worse. The way her heart was pounding, she would most likely stutter and sound like a complete idiot.

In an attempt to regain her composure, Michelle turned away from him, muttering something about needing a new bottle of oil from the shelf. Seconds later, she watched in horror as her fumbling hands had managed to knock over the shelving tower. Bottles and towels flew in the air before falling to the floor. In a panic, she started to stumble over her words.

“Oh, God. I’m so sorry, Mr. Conrad. I’m such a klutz. Give me just a moment to pick this up.”

He got up from the table and quickly came toward her. “It’s okay. Let me help you.”

With only a towel to shield him from her vision, Michelle could hear her subconscious screaming at her to reach out and yank the towel away. Her blush grew from her illicit thoughts. She quickly pushed her unprofessional fantasies aside and hoped the blush would only be seen as embarrassment from her clumsiness and nothing more.

“No, it’s okay…I’ve…Ouch!” As they both bent over to pick up some towels, they managed to butt heads. She didn’t know which had stunned her more, the sudden bang against her forehead or looking up to see his face, his lips just a whisper away. For a moment Michelle just stared at him. First his lips, then her gaze went up to his eyes. Their hazel color looked exotic. The mixture of bright green and rich brown reminded her of the feathers of a male peacock. It was nearly enough to hold her in a trance.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I hope you don’t get a bump,” Brad said.

He reached over and brushed his thumb across her reddened forehead. The gentle and innocent gesture made her nipples pucker. She wished that his fingers were caressing her breasts and not her face. Her naughty thoughts always got her in deeper with him, so she quickly moved away in an effort to increase the distance between them.

“Oh, I’m fine.”

Her hurried and less than graceful movements only made matters worse. Somehow, she managed to step on a bottle of lotion as she hurriedly picked up something else. The next thing she knew, he was muttering a curse word as she looked up to see a steady stream of white cream shooting in the air like a fountain as it landed right on top of his head. If the scene had been shown on America’s Funniest Home Videos, Michelle was sure she would’ve taken home the grand prize.

With wide eyes she apologized to him. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Conrad. I’m a complete klutz. I’m…”

He grinned, reaching over to place his index finger to her mouth. With a small smile, he said, “You’re human, Michelle. It’s no big deal. And look here, you’ve made the extra towels readily accessible for just such an occasion like this. Granted, I’d rather you had just handed me a towel, but I’ve gotta give you an A for effort.”

Michelle watched as he motioned to the mess on the floor and gave her a polite smile. He was so nice, so kind and understanding, that sometimes she forgot her body craved him. There were times, just like now, where she wondered what it would be like to date someone like him. He was confident, charming, sexy as all get-out, and so compassionate she wanted to reach out and grab on to him just so she could snuggle into his arms.

It took everything she had not to stare at him starry-eyed like he was some sort of movie-star heartthrob as he wiped the lotion from his hair with one of the towels. She could find absolutely no flaws in the man. He exuded sexiness, exhibited masculinity, and was so damn nice she could almost cry. Time and time again he tried to calm her nerves with casual chat. If only he knew what he did to her, there would probably be a giant, Mr. Conrad-shaped hole in the door as he ran for his life.

“Thank you. I’m normally not such a klutz.”

He shrugged. “No worries. Now, how about my massage?”

“Of course.” Michelle smiled, motioning toward the table.

She turned away to give him privacy. Although to be honest, she had to admit that it was as much for her self-restraint as anything else. If she caught a delightful peek at his ass once more or even a teasing glimpse of his cock, she might forget all her ability to walk and talk and turn into a drooling cave woman only able to make unintelligible sounds for communication.

Once he was lying comfortably on the table with his head down in the face cradle, only a tiny towel covered him. Michelle turned back and stared at him for a moment. His skin was tanned to perfection, and the gentle slope of his back leading down to his ass looked like it had been chiseled from the finest marble.

“I’ve been looking forward to this massage all morning,” he said.

So have I. She was glad that her voice didn’t betray her and say the words aloud.

“I’ll pick up the rest of this later. Just give me a moment to turn on one of the relaxation CDs and I’ll get started. Do you have any particular preference today?”

“Actually, can you leave it off this time? It’s always nice in the background, but I like it better when we just talk.”

“Oh, of course. Whatever pleases you, Mr. Conrad.”

She made an attempt to sound casual but feared that she failed. The thought of actually pleasing him sent liquid heat through her body, starting in her womb and radiating outward in waves of urgency.

Get your head right. She reached for the bottle of coconut oil—his oil of choice—and then applied a generous amount to her palm. She worked it between her hands and realized she needed more. Reaching for the bottle she began squirting more when his words stunned her.

“Are you trying to kill me with anticipation? Put those magical hands to good use and start rubbing already.”

Her mind instantly went to a fantasy she’d had the night before about stroking and rubbing his cock. Michelle bit her lower lip and squeezed the tube of oil. A generous stream shot out and left a trail up his back, right into his hair.

Oh, God. She shook her head at herself, completely mortified.

He turned to her with a grin. “Umm…Michelle, you’re going to start giving me a complex about my hair. Are you trying to say I need a conditioning treatment?”

“I’m…oh…” She couldn’t find the words.

Scrambling to the pile of towels on the floor, she picked one up and hurried back to the table. She started to wipe the oil off but realized too late she’d grabbed the towel he had already used. Sighing deeply, she looked at the concoction she had managed to mix into his hair. The white lotion and clear oil combined together made an odd-looking gel and started to clump in sections of his hair.

He reached around and grabbed her wrist. “Maybe you should let me do that.”

Shaking her head from side to side, Michelle desperately searched for words to explain her fumbling behavior. He must think she was the biggest idiot in the world. Why did he keep requesting her for his appointments when all she did was look like a female version of one of the Three Stooges?

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Mr. Conrad.”

“I thought I asked you to call me Brad?”

“Yeah, well, you also asked for a massage, and I can’t seem to accomplish that, either.”

He chuckled and tossed the towel back down on the floor before turning his head to rest in the cradle again.

“You have had a case of the clumsiness lately, but we’re all human. Now forget all that and give me a massage. I’m dying here.”

She nodded to herself. “Of course.”

Just as she took a step forward to reach across his shoulders, her foot stepped in some of the spilled oil. It was at that moment that she wasn’t sure which was more surreal to her, the inevitable fact that she was about to fall on her ass in front of one of the sexiest men she’d ever met, or the indisputable fact that she was, for all intents and purposes, the biggest disaster that ever walked the face of the earth.

Michelle landed on the floor with a thud. Her bottom luckily had a few extra pounds on it to cushion the blow, but it did not save her dignity. That flew out the window along with what was left of her pride as Brad turned to her and busted up laughing.

“Oh, Michelle. You are something else. I asked for a massage, not a vaudeville act.”

She smiled and shrugged through her mortification, deciding to make the best of it and go with laughter. What more could she do? In the past ten minutes she had managed to coat his hair with lotions and massage oils, all but redecorated the small room by knocking over shelving and allowing everything to scatter on the floor, and for the finale to her little comedy act, she had decided to go flying in the air and land on her ass. It was no wonder he was laughing at her.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be laughing. Are you okay?” he asked.

That’s questionable. She got up from the floor in a less than graceful manner as she tried to not slip again.

“I’m fine. Perhaps I should see if anyone else can massage you?”

“Not a chance. I paid for a massage with my favorite masseuse, and I am not leaving until I get it.”

Damn if he wasn’t as tenacious as he was gorgeous. She didn’t know why he even put up with her. Every time she saw him her nerves got worse and she became a walking, talking example of what not to do when a woman’s with a man she’s attracted to.

Good Lord, Michelle.

She had to get a grip. He was only a man. Albeit a damn fine-looking one, but still, he was just a man. Certainly, this man was not reason enough to get herself all hot and bothered to the point of complete and utter lunacy. Was he?

 

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There can be no doubt whatsoever that we’re smack dab in the heart of winter. Extreme cold has blanketed much of not just where I am, but a good portion of the United States west and mid-west this past week, too. It promises to continue for at least another week.

When I consult a weather service online and see that the current temperature, with the “wind chill” factored in is sitting at minus 15 degrees Fahrenheit, I swear, even my shivers shiver.

I grew up learning weights and measures through the Imperial system, with inches and feet, ounces and pounds, pints and quarts and temperatures in Fahrenheit. While I was still in school our Prime Minister, Pierre Eliot Trudeau, decreed that we would switch to the “metric” system. This “metric conversion” was quite the controversy in its day, prompting all sorts of general grumbles of protest and snarky one liners. My personal favorite: can anyone tell me the metric equivalent for ‘crock’?

I’m afraid I don’t much care for the use of metric. When I see the temperature listed in degrees Centigrade I still have to do the math in my head to convert to Fahrenheit to know how cold or hot it really is. Now that I have a fair bit of white hair showing, I figure I can get away with ordering a pound of bologna at the meat counter, instead of a half a kilogram, without feeling guilty.

It’s a testament to Canadian stubbornness that 43 years after metrification became the law of the land here, no one at any meat counter blinks at giving you pounds or ounces instead of grams or kilograms—not even the young staff members who have in their lifetime never used anything but metric measurements.

I understand the imperial measures better. They’re automatic to me. I know exactly how cold it is outside when I see “feels like” minus fifteen. I don’t have to convert, I just have to shiver and stay indoors.

We are, at this moment, just ten days away from Groundhog Day. Yes, that wonderful non-holiday holiday we’ve celebrated for years as the day when there is light at the end of our (imperial or metric) winter tunnels. I have to be honest and tell you, I’m not feeling as sick of winter as I used to at this point in the year, simply because while we still get these arctic blasts, winter simply isn’t as toll-taking as it used to be.

Then, too, it’s really easy to ignore the weather if you don’t go out into it very much. As you know, I no longer have that daily trek of a hundred miles all told to take Mr. Ashbury to work and pick him up again. At present, I’m only making the drive to bring him home on Tuesday afternoons.

It’s very easy to pretend the winter doesn’t exist when you stay inside most of the time.

We’re not taking any mid-winter vacations this year to escape the wintery state, either. Last year we were blessed to be able to fly to the Bahamas in February. This year, wonder of wonders, Mr. Ashbury has decided we should, perhaps, show a little restraint when it comes to “getting away from it all”. He actually admitted to me that maybe, just maybe, we had a few too many trips last year.

He had one more than I did, but I’m still reeling from the surprise that he would say such a thing. I didn’t ask him if he was feeling all right. I’m smarter than that. I just nodded my head and told him that he was right.

Of course the day is coming when we will have to consider the possibility of an annual migration away from Canadian winters. When Mr. Ashbury retires, and when our two youngest grandchildren are old enough they no longer need us to care for them while their mother is at work, we’ll likely become what our American neighbors call snowbirds.

It only remains for us to decide, whether we’ll choose one place to go to each year, or if we’ll try different locales with each winter solstice.

Love,
Morgan
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Angelic Forecast ~ #229

"Ah, yes, a gift from the Originators, what some call the angelic realm. Our nobler natures will be enhanced."

"But, that's not the end of the story, is it?" I lean forward, staring, because the comet seems to be altering it's shape in subtle ways.

'Where this gift of light is refused..."

Harmonies of sound that remind me of harps being played interrupt my lion man.

I know before I turn, who I will see. "Cherub One," I say in welcome, as Volcano steps from his cloud.

After a jovial smile and a bow of his head to me, Volcano beams his purple gaze on Dhuroth. "You were about to say, my friend?"

"Where this gift of light is refused, thus, you will see one whose heart is dark, and you will know he or she has chosen the destruction of humanity."

"The ones of darkness are being exposed." Volcano shimmers, surrounded by his warrior mantle of light. "It is gradual. However, they are being taken from the Earth realm."

"Really?" I ask, unable to contain my hopeful enthusiasm.

"Yes. The arrival of the comet, the Bright One, heralds the final downfall of the dark ones who would deny humanity the right to live, move, and have their being in the Divine's light."

"Wow. I feel my heart soaring to new heavenly heights." The words pass my lips as they enter my head.

"I feel your heart," Volcano intones, "as I always feel your heart with me. Your prayers strengthen my wings."

I warm inside from the Cherub One's praise, so much I can hardly stand it. Yet, I also ascend to a realm of sweet elation.

"I will assume, my friend, you have popped in only to pop out swiftly." My lion man clasps Volcano's hand, and they stand silent for moments, communicating in manner that is private between them.

Once Volcano leaps aboard his cloud, and smiles a farewell, Dhuroth adds,  "Good hunting."

"If you want to get to heaven, you got to raise a little hell, as the song lyric says," Volcano quips, then vanishes in a puff of light.

"Ozark Mountain Daredevils, I think that's the band's name." I say.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Now is the time to dance as you will--if only in your imagination--with the new golden, good-good vibrations arriving to embrace humanity, Mother Earth, and all of her beloved creatures and plants.

Also, this is a week of High Weirdness on many fronts. Be careful, and believe little of what you see, dear ones. Question almost everything happening on the world stage, especially. For, deception will be the order of the day.

For the next month, some of the cosmic waves impacting Earth will cause tornadic twists and turns in major events. As well, these events will be distorted from their original purpose, as if sabotaged by the gods.

This week, take a step back mentally, and check in with your inner guidance often.

On the personal front, appreciate the bright spots in your day, and share them with others. At this time, new and deeper levels of love will be discovered, and experienced. Knowing this will help you navigate your relationships, and share your heart more easily.

Strife could rear its ugly head this week, as well. The best strategy is plow through the situation as best as you are able. Also, work with others to solve and resolve matters whenever possible.

On the paranormal front, currently, a mysterious killer beast is attacking livestock as reported by Linda Moulton Howe of Earthfiles.com. At this time, strange beasts will continue to cross through the dimensional openings into this version of Earth.

During the forthcoming months, the biggest and baddest UFOs will be showing themselves off across the world. Check out the alternative news sites to keep tabs on them.

On the magickal, mystical front, once upon a time--in another age, now far, far away--the "Lord of the Rings" as written by J. R. R. Tolkien, was based on his study of Finnish words and mythology. In essence, this is a true story. Now, those old-age magician energies, dominant during that past age, are rising once more in the Aquarian Age.

Know too, the celestial stargates have opened. New realms of knowledge await you. Indulge your curiosity and divine spirit, as you will.

On the economic front, another week of collapse for the world economy. While the bankster gangsters battle over what nefarious moves to make--in the meantime, their plunder of the people is nearing its completion.

This means the introduction of a so-called 'new world' financial system likely based, in part, on gold. At this point in time, the plan is to stretch out the badly ailing economy, on the homefront, until after the tax man gets a crack at emptying everyone's pocket.

However, with the wildly fluxing situation in the worldwide markets, and the gold and currencies wars raging between blocks of nations--that plan could be altered. As well, there are 'other' powerful influences that are now dictating terms, somewhat favorable to the people overall.

That stated, the decline of the economy continues for now. This is being overcome in some communities by the creation of a local and independent economy.

On the truth front, as TRUTH and transparency vibes continue pummeling the planet, ever more staggering revelations are on the immediate horizon. These un-hidden 'truths' will be spectrum wide--with ancient history leading the list.

Most of these new revelations will be on alternative reporting sites and blogs only--unreported by the presstitute media. However, this week, there will be one important 'truth' partly revealed to the public.

On the war front, innocent blood continues to be massively, cruelly spilled. There are likely to be three major events that worsen the war picture worldwide. Africa is first, then the Middle East.

Lastly, in the realm of the unbelievable--there will be a flare-up in Antarctica between factions. For, the Dragonsnake, an ancient vehicle discovered in that region, is finally being powered up.

On the tyranny-at-work front, the propaganda blitz against gun ownership goes front and center. This tactic will eventually backfire, and cause the new gun culture to take root and flourish.

On the AWAKENING front, The Great Divide between the people 'chasms' wider and wider at this point in history. This will become noticeable with each passing day.

While more of us become AWAKE AND AWARE--and soar toward greater spiritual understandings--on the other side, more of the zombified emerge, and the consequences will be devastating.

From a prior forecast: "During the year, 2013, each individual will make a choice between expressing their human heart and showing love to one other -- or, taking the 'machine mentality' road as in eliminating their human emotions. Thus, becoming zombified. Of course, if you don't choose, the choice will eventually be made for you."

On the communication front, miscommunications will be the bane of existence for many of us these days. This is due to two factors. One: the faster frequencies of the Aquarian Age. And two: cell towers and electronic devices are changing the brain, and its ability to process information.

However, this trend continues as stated in the previous forecast: "'we're all in it together' becomes the global mind set this week. As well, 'those of us who love and cherish freedom, and want an earthly paradise' come together in a universal mind meld. So begins, the Aquarian Age new world."

On the home front, the new age of liberty begins. Fiery, determined, and resolute, the renegades from every walk of life, from every race, come together and seize destiny.

Once again, with the Chinese Year of the Snake here on February 10, 2013--the rattlesnake of liberty coils and rises with the warning: DON'T TREAD ON ME!

On the food front, this will be a tricky week in many ways. Frankenfoods collide with Organics in a battle royale. This battle collides with the food shortages, and the price hikes, that are coming.

 As always, stocking up is an excellent idea. As well, look for basic foods that would be easy to trade and barter with, just in case.

On the land changes front, coastlines around the world, and on the home front,  will likely take more superstorm hits during the year, 2013. This will cause large evacuations.

Also, there could be serious flooding on the east coast this summer. As always, follow your inner guidance, and dare to prepare.

From the prior forecast: "For the coming month, earthquakes, beyond the usual number and size, continue, and will be almost nonstop.

The increase in volcanic activity continues, especially beneath the oceans, and there will be more major eruptions on the near horizon.

The sun lashes out with ever larger coronal mass ejections. These 'energy fields' will affect weather patterns on Earth, causing superstorms and more flooding around the world. Many coastal areas will be adversely affected."

On the energy front, it's here! the crucial knowledge about physics and energy that has been withheld from the people by the dark-side controllers.

Richard C. Hoagland of Enterprise Mission spoke about *torsion field physics* on Coast to Coast am, nighttime radio. He used an ingenious method  of measuring and proving this torsion field, during his daring adventure at the Kukulkan Pyramid in Chichen Itza--near the end of the Mayan Calendar.

Bottom line: there's no need for an oil economy, and there never has been. 

On the really bad news front, this week, in another 'divide and conquer' strike by the dark-side establishment, there will be a full-press and diabolical effort to pit the people against each other--especially with race baiting.

On the good news front, toe-to-toe with the dark-side tyranny, it's here, it's on, it's now. For, the true warrior rises, fierce as a raging fire dragon, and will not be denied freedom.

On the global mafia cabal front, there are large cracks in the global cabal over the failure to fully control the worldwide economy. Heads are rolling, so to speak.

This will result in more 'unplanned' financial chaos, and more whistleblowers coming forth. However, the goal is still to bring humanity to its knees, and begging for economic salvation.

On the freedom front, as never before, freedom prevails and soars in the hearts and minds of many. Also, the NDAA is under attack by the good guys and gals at ~pandaunite.org~ They are supporting the many states coming against the NDAA, using nullification tactics.

Trendwise, there are several major trends forming in society at large. There will be huge leaps in social networking. However, instead of being on corp-controlled, info-gathering sites, there is an under-social network forming fast.
At this critical time, the energies of the Aquarian Age are encouraging families, couples, and those of like mind to come together. This will be happening at superspeed, from this point forward.

Another major trend is the 'strong mother'. This means many women will be awakening to their full power. They will stand their ground like the fiercest mother bear, for the sake of their loved ones, and for the sake of humanity.

This week, invite miracles into your life, as if you invited a friend to sit before the fireplace on a cold winter's day.

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?

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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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