Release Day for Cowboys Don't Sing

Today is release day for Cowboy's Don't Sing. It is the third book in my Riding Western Style series. All the books in the series take place in the little fictional Texas town of Sunnybrook, TX.

Riding Western Style 3

Cowboys Don't Sing

The talented country music singer Loretta Brooks is going through a scandalous divorce, and the media are eating up every dirty detail. All she wants is an escape from the reporters camping on her lawn and a vacation from her life. That and maybe to be able to forget her ex and feel loved in the arms of a real cowboy or two.

Two sexier than life cowboys come to her rescue and whisk her away to their working cattle ranch. Roland and Esteban Carter don’t try to impress Loretta with lies or songs. They are determined to give the space and time she needs to heal, but when she comes on to them they realize this may be the one woman they can love and share their hearts with. She is a perfect fit in their arms and in their home.

None of the young lovers expect the outside world to understand or respect their newfound love, and the secret passion is like a ticking time bomb. How long can it last before the world tears their happy threesome apart?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

Length: 92,361 words

Check out all the books in the Riding Western Style Series:

Book 1: COWBOYS DON'T DANCE (m/f)
Book 2: HEART OF A COWBOY (m/m/m)
Book 3: COWBOYS DON'T SING (m/f/m)


Lots of Love,
Missy Lyons
www.missylyons.com

This week, here in Southern Ontario, marks the end of school. Thursday is the last day, and then the joy of summer vacation begins.

I remember what it was like, being a kid in school, nearing the end of the school year. We lived in a rural community and there were no organized activities, and no community centers nearby. Heck, there weren’t even any public pools in our area until I was about 13.

That didn’t matter to us one whit. Summer time was magic time. It was sleep in time and play outside all day time.

We had a creek, pronounced “crick”, and that we got to go to some days when my brother had permission to drive us there. More rarely, there was the Burlington Beach, which is a beach on Lake Ontario.

Trips to the beach when my dad was alive were sweet special Saturdays. Mom and dad would pack a picnic lunch for us, including a big jug of homemade lemonade. In those days, at the Beach strip, there was an amusement park with rides and booths where you could get foot long hotdogs and soda! Those treats were very rare indeed.

We would stay all day, even having a nap at some point, and wouldn’t leave until near to dusk. We knew it was getting close to leaving time when mom handed us the bar of soap and told us to go into the water and wash off. I can see you cringing, as I am cringing, confessing that. But everyone did it and no one believed they were doing any harm.

The rides at the beach strip are long gone, but I do recall they were still there when my youngest was about four, because we went once. It was a shock to me, to see how sad that merry-go-round looked!

I was the youngest of three, and while my mother had to work, during the summer my brother and sister were at home, and responsible for watching over me. Then when my brother got married and moved out, when I was twelve, it was just my sister and me, but by that age I really was pretty much on my own.

Staying inside watching television, in the good weather, was something that never would have occurred to me. And if it had, I wouldn’t have been allowed to do so. “Go outside and play!” My mother would say first thing in the morning on the days she was off. I could grab a sandwich at noon, but then it was out the door again until she called me in for dinner.

Our parents didn’t always know where we kids were and they sure didn’t have a clue what we were doing. I don’t know if that was benign neglect or not. There wasn’t much “bad” we could get up to. We made forts in the woods, and when I think about it now, though we were unsophisticated, country kids, we pretty much ran wild.

It wasn’t much different for my beloved, who at the time lived about twenty minutes away from me in the small town of Dundas. He tells how, if he wanted a lunch on a summer day, he had to pack a sandwich because the rule at his house was go out and play until supper. After that meal in the summer time, it was go back out and don’t come in until the street lights come on.

His mom had no idea what he was up to, either, all day. He says that was a very good thing for the comfort of his bottom, indeed.

My own kids didn’t have quite as much freedom as I did. They were small in the same country house I’d grown up in. After my mother passed, we bought it from the estate, and moved in. We put a fence up in the back yard, and the woods were still there, although quite a bit thinned thanks to the quarry.

Still, my children had the sense of being on adventures because I would let them play outside of the fenced area in the field beside our house sometimes.

But I don’t believe they ever really noticed me sitting on the kitchen table so I could keep my eye on them out the big window as they morphed into Transformers, fighting their diabolical foes.

Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com
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Angelic Forecast ~ #251

Blast-hit!

No more pulse fire on my rear. Sweeping my jet back toward the raging battle, I have no time to wonder how I ever arrived at this point in my life. Yet, the question still lives in the back recesses of my mind. It feels like a galaxy away from where I began life on Earth.

My lion man's face pops onscreen, and by his expression I know it's not good news. "More enemy troops arrive. Their fire power is greater."

"Instructions?" I zoom toward a mobile attack platform that is being positioned.

"Complete mission. Return before new enemy troops arrive."

"Right." I dive as I aim at the platform. The pulse-fire weapon now aims directly at me.

A split second later red flashes shoot from my jet, and the only thing left is an ashen smolder. On instinct I soar skyward.

Once out of range, I check the view screen. The three other fighters of my squadron have also streaked beyond the enemy's fire power.

Now nothing remains on the battlefield except for a sound weapon that has been powering up, and his shielded by an ancient-tech force field. That is the main kill. 

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

This week ~ The Brave Valiant Ones Rise

Many of these Brave Valiant Ones have operated behind the scenes. Now, in an avalanche of revelations, they come forward during the latter half of the year, 2013.

Their divine mission is to provide the public with the dark-side's *out of the pits of hell* treachery. They will be exposing the real plans that have been guarded at the cost of millions of human lives.

For, the cosmic time has come. The human-species child must grow, take on the mantle of true maturity. The protective blinders must be removed, and the TRUTH known.

On the magickal, mystical front, the 'Mages of Ages Lost' use their mystical vibes to prepare the people. This is a multilevel light-saturation against the onslaught of propaganda that is being powered by evil magick.

Also, this week ~

The Rise of the Old Way in Conjunction With the Aquarian Age Energies 
Now it begins with a speed previously unknown in humanity's evolutionary history. The old magickal way of being, of living, of righteous knowledge surfaces in the 'mass-consciousness' psyche of humankind.

We transition. We transform. We transmute to crystalline-based beings.

Simultaneously, the cosmic vibrations of the Aquarian Age activate who we are as a higher divine being. We are being initiated into becoming the 'creators' of our lives in totally new ways.

On the AWAKENING front, with AWARENESS super-storming, flooding, fire-storming over the world, no longer will a top-down authoritarian society or religion be accepted -- as has been stated before. However, at this time, a majority of the human race is graduating beyond this old Pisces Age paradigm.

On the personal front, a large, take-charge week for many of us. This means look for strategies to be a mover and shaker in your own life. Move in the direction of your choice. Complete, or take on projects closest to your heart and soul.

For the next six months, new opportunities emerge, surfacing from the infinite well of universal creativity. At times, decisions will have to be made about which opportunity will serve you, and your loved ones, in the best way. That's where intuition, the sacred force of your inner guidance becomes your good friend.

This week, there will be a high crushing tide of events from around the world, an escalation from the chaos-changes already globally raging. These events will likely impact your personal life. Hang on, do your best, and hunker-bunker down when necessary.

On the paranormal front, huge happenings this week, keep an eagle eye on the paranormal news sites for an idea of what the real truth is behind any event reported by the lamestream media.

The main theme this week: Disclosure is Up to the People ~ At this point in history, this includes every area of disclosure -- all the TRUTH[S] that have been denied to the people. This is another reason why whistleblowers are pouring out of the proverbial woodwork.

Specifically about UFO & ET disclosure -- even if national governments 'disclose' about the ET visitation, presence, and technology -- the spin would be enough to form another galaxy, and the followup lies would fill up several dimensions.

Also, records of the FULL TRUTH are only kept in the shadow-government realm -- and only known to a few high-up controllers. Everything has been kept strictly compartmentalized by the black-ops, corporate controllers -- or, what is known as THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX.

Any way you slice it, full disclosure is no simple matter. In the near future, as information spills into the public domain, it will be up to each individual to use their discernment, their own intelligence, and intuitive truth-detecting ability. Thus, to ferret out what is true and what is false.

On the economic front, a HUGE boom-bam-bang week. Moves made by the big six banks will be exposed. Out of this silver, as a commodity, will likely take the lead over gold, as the most sought-out metal. That is, in the near future and for a time.

At this point, the relentless drumbeat of war will, once again, be used to mask the continuing collapse of the worldwide economy. Several scenarios have been planned by the bankster gangsters to drain the people dry of all their wealth.

Continued mad-hatter fluctuations in the stock markets will make suckers out of most investors. Meanwhile, the lifeblood of banking -- drug money and derivatives fraud -- just gets bigger and badder. Meanwhile, more skulduggery methods will be devised to create another bubble market on par with the housing mortgage ripoff -- however, one of much shorter duration.

Right now, the whole fiat monetary system is teetering on the brink, and could technically CRASH! This is being prevented, for the time being, because of White Hat intervention, and the unrivaled GREED of the dark-side cabal.

As usual, be ready at a moment's notice to get as much of your money out of the bank as soon as possible -- if the unstoppable slide to the bottom begins.

On the truth front, TRUTH is pouring forth into the public domain like a dozen Niagara Falls going full blast. The more you know, the more you pay attention to what is being revealed... then, the better off you, and your loved ones, will be. Forewarned is forearmed. 

On the war front, a nasty, in-your-face week of Machiavellian gamesmanship, especially, obviously, in the Middle East. The spin and lies will be brought to you, courtesy of the presstitute media.

Now, this chessboard-strategic war has gone planet-wide. Covert attacks will increase across the globe. Explosions ensue, and will likely be labeled as accidentally caused. All while helter-skelter conflicts spin out of control.

Also, look for a world-leader summit meeting of sorts. If this occurs, it will mean the dark-side controllers are still failing to bring about the type of war they want -- a brutal bloodthirsty 'world war' that will cause death on a massive scale, and fully bring in their new world order.

On the tyranny-at-work front, this week the war on whistleblowers escalates dramatically. As well, martial law takes another giant leap forward.

As summer progresses, this will likely be true on the East Coast. A catastrophic weather event and/or false flag attack is being planned, at this point in time.

In the western half of the country, drought and firestorms will be used to drive people off the land, to force them beneath federal rule. This will not work, even if the appearance suggests otherwise -- at first.

On the communication front, because of the system's colossal and ongoing corruption, networks of like-minded people spring up to an even greater degree. People now become more comfortable communicating and working with each other on goals they believe in, and want to achieve.

Given the NSA's ability to spy on everyone during every moment of the day, people begin devising ingenious ways to gain their privacy. This type of inventiveness is not only a shining example of the human spirit, but is encoded in humanity's DNA. 

On the home front, Headline Snippet: "Grass Gestapo Invade Home ~ Surly officer demands ID and enters home without warrant. ~ June 22, 2013 ~ In the video here, a woman is told by police showing up at her door that she must present an ID. After she consents to this intrusion, the cops swear at her when she tries to close the door. They then follow her inside without presenting a search warrant. ~ All of this after government issued a warrant over uncut grass." ~infowars.com/grass-gestapo-invade-home~

From this point forward, many begin to battle back. They realize, now is the time to re-establish liberty.

People begin banding together to take back neighborhoods from bully code enforcers. Groups form to take back towns and cities from corrupt, jackboot officials. As well, people work together in a common effort to take back their states from politicians owned by the bankster gangsters.

On the food front, it is critical to keep stocking up on food supplies. Given the coming times, the extremes in weather, this is merely wise.

Likely, during the next month Monsanto will take a big hit as people rally to take down the GMO frankenfoods giant.

On the land changes front, from the previous forecast: "weather 'superstorm' explosions continue, with more massive flooding on the near horizon. The explosive land changes escalate across the planet -- volcanoes, earthquakes, sinkholes.

The sun boils with serpentine-striking power, changing-affecting the weather. Likely, there will be more fireball phenomena exploding in the sky during this year of 2013. Also, asteroids, comets arrive in packs. For, their time has finally come."

On the energy front, Headline: "Sun Erupts in a Solstice Tongue of Fire"

This was a sacred gift of energy from Sol to Mother Earth and her people. This gift brings a new luminescence to the mind and heart. Simply close your eyes and mentally drink in the sunlight, then let yourself daydream.

On the really bad news front, this is a week that will pummel the public, in general, with bad news on several fronts. The economy will lead the way, with the endless war propaganda not far behind. Another barrage of scandals will likely break loose. This is partly a diversionary tactic to keep everyone dazed and confused, and not focusing on any one particular scandal.

On the good news front, as has been stated before, renegade leaders arise at this time. More importantly, the renegade spirits grips many, and a new American can-do attitude comes to the fore.

On the global mafia cabal front, there is still severe factional infighting. This will be mainly seen in how the Middle East war theater plays out during the week. Also, watch for how the political regimes are rearranged -- like deck chairs on the Titanic, but with Egypt likely taking on a lead role.

As well, the city of London is in a battle to remain the world's financial king of the hill.

On the heroine front, from Coast to Coast am ~coasttocoastam.com~ "Amy Waters Yarsinske, a former naval intelligence officer, will discuss the incredible story of denial, deceit, and deception that ultimately cost Navy pilot Captain Michael Scott Speicher his life after the government left him behind." 

On the hero front, He Died on the Cross of History ~ Michael Hastings

Tribute ~ Journalist Michael Hastings, known for his 2010 Rolling Stone story that led to the resignation of Gen. Stanley McChrystal, has passed away at the age of 33. As a tribute, we present an audio clip from his appearance with John B. Wells earlier this year. ~coasttocoastam.com/videos/19797/50742~ 

On the freedom front, the destiny of freedom becomes foremost in the minds and hearts of many more of the people, at this time. For, they realize how fast liberty is slip-sliding away.

Trendwise, reflecting the Aquarian Age, this week initiates several new dynamics. Other key trends are also heightened as the transition from the old energies continues full-tilt boogie.

This type of major shift is never simple. Chaos ensues. Cultural clashes rage. Worlds collide.

Rising to this challenge will be critical. For, our destiny on Earth is to become a renaissance world beyond compare. Our destiny is to reach for, and journey among the stars, bringing our artistic and inventive 'goldeness' to other galactic civilizations. 

This week contemplate on what inspires you, what moves your heart, your soul. Notice and embrace the golden inspiration that now metaphorically arrives on your doorstep.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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FAVORED DRAGON'S RELEASE by D. Renee Bagby
(Hidden by Dragons, Book 1)

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[High Fantasy Dragon Romance, MF]

He wants her for his bride to end the dragons' curse but his love for her is ruining his plans.

In the aftermath of a senseless war that claimed many lives, the gods have punished the dragons for causing the conflict. The next generation will not hatch until Prince Shurik finds a human female willing to put aside generations of animosity to become his bride.

Yolette goes to sleep on the side of a mountain, the odd woman out on a couples' camping trip, and awakes in a field outside the home of a dragon. Transported to an unknown world very different from her own, she must depend on Shurik for shelter and guidance.

Shurik doesn't anticipate his growing feelings for Yolette, making the task of proposing that much harder. Danger looms from those who want the punishment ended and from those who want it to continue until the last dragon is gone. Shurik must decide whether he will save his people or his love and pray to the gods his choice is the right one.

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Excerpt:

“You mentioned food. All this philosophizing is making me hungry.”

“Rather than having me guess, what would you like?”

“Bread.”

Shurik laughed.

“Did I say something funny?”

“You are so enthusiastic.”

She mumbled, “It was good.”

He walked back to the spot where they had entered and reached toward the darkness. Yolette wasn’t sure what he was doing until he pulled out a large platter and a cup. He returned to the water’s edge where he placed the platter and the cup on the ground. In the middle of the platter was a loaf of sliced bread. Around the bread were meats and cheeses and small pots of what looked like jellies.

Shurik gestured to the food.

Yolette wasn’t sure where to start. She grabbed a piece of bread, tore off a chunk, and reached for the nearest small jar. It contained honey. She was almost sure it was honey. A taste test would prove it. She dipped the bread and then popped the piece in her mouth.

She closed her eyes as the honey exploded over her senses in a rush of sweetness, the likes of which she’d never tasted. Slowly she chewed, savoring every single bit of the bread and actually chewing the requisite twenty times—possibly more—before swallowing.

“I think I just tasted heaven,” she whispered.

“This honey is a delicacy. No human has tasted it before.”

“I’m honored then. It’s positively decadent.” She dipped another piece of bread into the honey and ate it, savoring it as she did the first. It was the slowest she’d ever eaten anything.

Shurik said, “The bees of dragon territory are unique, and thus their honey is unique.”

“I’ll say. It literally is liquid gold for the eyes and senses.” She sighed as she licked a bit of the honey off of her fingers. If nirvana had a flavor, it would have been that honey.

It took a bit of doing, but she managed to make herself eat something else besides the honey. Shurik poured a drink for her from his cup. They ate and drank in silence. She indulged one last bite of honey and bread before her stomach declared maximum occupancy had been reached.

Shurik asked, “Full?”

“Very.” She patted her stomach. “You ate more this time.”

“Your appetite is infectious.” He returned the platter to the shadowed area, placed it inside, and then returned. “What do you wish to do this day?”

Yolette stared at Shurik while she contemplated his question. He watched her without saying a word. Her gaze strayed to his wings. “Flying lessons.”

Shurik’s smile dropped.

“Don’t look like that. I’m not going to get used to how you fly if we never go flying.”

“That is true,” he said in a hesitant manner.

“Besides, I was fine last time. You caught me like you said you would.”

“Yes.”

She stood and clapped her hands together. “Flying lessons.”

Shurik sighed. “Flying lessons.”

She walked over and patted his side. “If it makes you feel better, I’m afraid of heights. So, in a way, I’m showing a lot of trust by even suggesting this.”

He looked at her in surprise. “You did not mention such a fear yesterday.”

“I was too upset about not being able to go home to really register that I was up in the air until after we landed.” She shrugged. “I figured mentioning it now might help somehow. I guess. I don’t know.”

He nodded. “You have nothing to fear while flying with me.”

“Good. Now the only issue is keeping hold of you. You may not realize, but you’re slippery.”

He laughed.

“Not in a slimy way. I mean, because your scales are smooth, they are hard to hold.”

“I understand.”

She sighed, happy he hadn’t taken her words the wrong way.

He said, “Perhaps a rope.”

“No.”

“You could use it as a harness.”

“No. It just seems demeaning somehow.”

“I suggested it, therefore I don’t find it demeaning.”

“And how would the rope be attached? Not around your neck, I know. And tying it around one of your spines is useless since it would slip off after a while.”

“True.”

She made a thinking noise, but it was for show only. She had no other alternatives to offer.

Shurik said, “A rope is still a viable option so long as it stays attached, correct?”

“I don’t like it.” She sounded like she was pouting, even to her own ears. “What if—no. Never mind.”

“What?”

“You could carry me. In your hand, I mean. Like when you lift me up to the table or the bed.”

Shurik looked at his hands.

She followed his gaze and then met his eyes when he looked at her. “No?”

“Your idea is sound but not viable for the long term. I cannot always carry you in such a way. I would fear hurting you.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t.”

“How can you trust me so completely when we have not known each other long?”

She cocked her head to the side. “You’re nice. I’m usually a pretty good judge of character. I have to trust someone on this new planet. I’ll start with you.”

Shurik blinked at her a few times. He lowered his hand, palm up, and waited.

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--
D. Reneé Bagby
Building New Realms of Passion...
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Wednesday's Words for June 19, 2013

A long time ago, when I began to write these weekly essays, I made a promise to myself. After careful reflection, I understood that as much as I could touch some people with the kinds of stories I would write about people and relationships, I could touch others here. I could be transparent, and in so doing I would be sending what I felt was a very important message: we’re all very much like one another. Our similarities as people on this earth far outweigh our differences, and, most importantly, no one, really, is alone in the journey they travel through life.

We’re all in the same boat.

People, being people, often suffer in isolation. They go through the trials of life and think that they’re the only ones who’ve ever been through this, or have felt that. But when they learn they are not the only ones, a small but crucial part of their burden is lifted.

That was my purpose in writing Wednesday’s Words: to offer something that would help someone. If even just one person feels better after reading my essay than they felt before, I count that as a massive victory. I’ve heard from many of you over the years and I feel exceptionally blessed to have touched you, even a little.

However, sometimes being transparent is not easy.

As any of you who follow me of Face Book know, recent days have found me dealing with a death in my family. My only sister passed away on June 2nd.

My relationship with my sister, six years my senior, was complicated, and that is an understatement. I don’t really remember a lot of what my family as a whole was like before my father died. But looking back from where I am in life now, I understand that he was our lynchpin.

My sister lived wild. She stepped outside of conformity from the time she was just a young teen. Because I don’t believe that there is any such thing as behavior without reason, I find myself wondering what had happened to her to send her on her ultimately self-destructive path.

I really don’t want to delve too deeply into that here. The truth is, I will never really know. And really, there is nothing I can do about any of what may or may not have happened back then. There certainly wasn’t anything I could have done at the time. She may have only been 13 or so when she began to live as she chose; but I was barely 7.

Both of us were children, and both of us, therefore, blameless.

What I wanted to share with you was that in the last twenty years or so, I made a conscious choice to let go of past hurts, and live my life according to my own moral code. She was my sister; I was there for her when I could be, and helped her if at all possible.

I would drive to the city to spend the day ferrying her and her husband about, as neither of them drove or had access to a car; when she needed to go somewhere special, like when she wanted to get him his recliner, I took them to the stores they could not easily reach by bus. Every spring except this last one, I would bring her out to the countryside near to where we grew up so she could cut a bucket full of lilac stems. No, they don’t last much more than 48 hours, but for that short time she had the pleasure of them, and the memories of her youth.

She had planters on her tiny apartment’s balcony filled with flowers she would acquire when I would take her out to the garden center in May– whichever garden center she wanted to visit, made no difference to me. I think, over the years, we hit most of them in a twenty-five mile radius.

Each December I would buy her an amaryllis and several boxes of chocolate covered cherries. I consistently refused payment for these things or for the gas to drive her around to wherever she needed to go.

In short, I did what I could do and now, now that she is gone, I can say I have no regrets. I didn’t let the past stand in the way. Make no mistake, dealing with her as I have done these past many years was quite difficult. She could push my buttons like no other, and wasn’t always—or even often—kind to me.

But I did what I could do, and I have no regrets.

Maybe there is someone in your life with whom you need to mend a fence; maybe it means that you will be swallowing your pride to do so. But maybe that would be a less bitter tonic for you to ingest than a lifetime of regret from which there is no relief, should you fail to do so.

Once a person is gone, then all chances to mend fences, to make apologies, or to make a difference are lost forever. And in the place of that hope, the bitter root of regret will grow and thrive and could end up consuming far more than its fair portion.

Love,
Morgan
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Release Day for 'A Summer Bewitchment'!

My medieval historical romance 'A Summer Bewitchment' is now available from Bookstrand.  


This novel is a sequel to 'The Snow Bride' and features Elfrida and Magnus again as my heroine and hero.

Offered at a 10% discount until June 25th!

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Here is an excerpt from the opening chapter:


England, summer, 1132

“I am the troll king of this land and you owe me a forfeit.”

Elfrida glanced behind the shadowed figure who barred her way. He was alone, but then so was she.

Do I turn and run along the track? Should I flee into the woods or back to the river? He is close, less than the distance of the cast of a spear. Can I make it hard for him to catch me? Yes.

But catch her he would.

Play for time.

“Indeed?” she asked, using one of her husband’s favorite expressions, then sharpened her tone. “Why must I pay anything?”

“You have trespassed in these woods. In my woods.”

The nagging ache in her shoulders and hands vanished in a tingling rush of anticipation. Elfrida dropped her basket of washed, dried clothes onto the dusty pathway, the better to fight. “King Henry is lord of England.”

“I am king here.”

A point to him. “I kept to the path, and then the river.”

“That may be so, but I claim a kiss.”

He had not moved yet, nor shown his face. The summer evening made his shadow huge, bloody. Her heart beating harder as she anticipated their final, delicious encounter, Elfrida asked, “Are you so bold? My husband is a mighty warrior, the greatest in all Christendom.”

“That is a large claim.” He sounded amused. “All Christendom? He must be a splendid fellow. The harpers should sing of him.”

Elfrida raised her chin, determined to have her say. “I am proud of my lord. He is a crusader. He has seen Jerusalem and he has learning. He can whistle any tune. He defends all those weaker than himself.” Should I say what I next want to say? Tease him as he has teased me? Why not? Are we are not playing? “Go back to your woods, troll king.”

She heard the crack of a pine cone as he shifted. In a haze of motion the troll king was out of the tree shade and into the bright sunset, dominating the path in front of her. Taller than a spear, broad as a door, he had a face as stark as granite, of weathered, broken stone. Heavily scarred—many would say grooved—he had the terrible beauty of a victor, a winner wounded but unbowed.

A ribbon of heat, like hot breath, flickered across her breasts. He was so magnificent , so handsome. She both loved and hated defying him, even in jest. Striving for calm, she said, “You will come no closer.”

“Or what, little laundress?”

That tease irked her. “The clothes and bedding do not wash themselves. Not even for you, troll king.”

He smiled, a daunting unfurling of that scarred, sword-cut face. The churning heat in her belly swept up into her cheeks and down to her loins.

“I am a witch, besides,” she added, though not as coolly as she would have liked. She saw the gleam in his large brown eyes pool into molten bronze.

“You would put a spell on me, elfling?” he challenged.

“Perhaps I already have.” Her tone and mouth were as dry as the summer. How much farther can we stretch this sweet foolishness?

He raised thick black eyebrows, while a breeze flicked and flirted with his shoulder-length curls. “Is that Christian?”

She wanted to cross her arms before herself, to shield her body from his bold stare. At the same time she longed to strip herself naked for him, unlace his tunic and caress him. Unsure how he might react, she armed herself with words instead. “I am a good witch, Magnus.”

“Indeed.” Again he looked her up and down, glanced at her buckets, basket, and clothes. “Should you not have an escort, wife?”

Do I tell him I sent Piers off to help? Are we still playing now or is he truly angry?

Looming over her, he was close enough for her to touch him. To caress his strong body will be like stroking sun-warmed stone. Distracted, she shook her head. “There is the sheep shearing…”

“Done.” He tossed a stack of rolled, lanolin-scented fleeces at her feet. “I did my share and more and, as I have said already, I claim a reward.”

He winked at her and she found herself smiling in return. “Forfeit and reward, too, sire? Is that not greedy?”

“Are we in Lent, that I should fast?” He raised his hand, cupping her face with supple fingers. “But you are too dainty to linger alone, witch or no.”

He traced the curve of her lips with his thumb and, as she trembled, he gathered her firmly into his arms. “Any man will try to spirit you away.”

“Hush!” She made a sign against the evil eye and wood elves, but he shook his head at her caution.

“I have faith in your magic craft, Elfrida. But a passing knave or outlaw? He is quite another matter. He would see you as a tempting piece, my wife, my lovely.”

“I am not helpless,” she protested, but her heart soared at his loving words. His mouth, as crooked and scarred as the rest of his face, stole a kiss from hers.

He smelled of lanolin, salt, and summer green-stuff, and tasted of apples and himself. Elfrida closed her eyes under his tender onslaught, her thighs trembling.

“Troll King?” she murmured, when they broke apart slightly. “Is that how you wish me to address you in the future, husband?”

“‘Sire’ will do, or ‘greatest knight in Christendom.’ Those will do very well.” He kissed her again.

“You rob me, sire,” she murmured, a breathless space later.

“Of kisses?” He sounded delighted at the idea, the beast, and grinned when she pinched him.

“Even one-handed I can do that better than you.”

He demonstrated, squeezing and lightly slapping her bottom, chuckling as she thrust her hips back against his fondling fingers. A shred of modesty remained as her wits dissolved into a sweet blaze of need. “Magnus, what if someone comes?”

Lindsay Townsend

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Angelic Forecast ~ #250

Due to lightning storms this forecast was delayed.

"Almost upon them," I whisper to my jet. "Closer..." I squeeze the joystick. Light fans outward. Pale, barely seen, it sweeps over them, encompasses them all, and they fall, the life sucked out of them. If you can call that life...  

Behind me I hear the hiss-whine of pulse fire. "Avoid," I command. My jet sharply arcs upward, rocketing and corkscrewing toward a thin layer of clouds.

Sheltered from the g-force, I keep one eye on the weapons screen as I target the ground fire. A press of my thumb and brilliant yellow light blazes toward the enemy.

Blast-hit!

No more pulse fire on my rear. Sweeping my jet back toward the raging battle, I have no time to wonder how I ever arrived at this point in my life. Yet, the question still lives in the back recesses of my mind. It feels like a galaxy away from where I began life on Earth.

My lion man's face pops onscreen, and by his expression I know it's not good news. "More enemy troops arrive. Their fire power is greater."

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The World is Going Explosive on Several Levels.

In many areas of the world society collapses, and becomes a free for all with civil wars, civil conflict, riots, and ongoing protests. From a cosmic perspective, this is preparation, a WAY forward, and toward global freedom for All.

At this time, Machiavellian scandals explode all around us. Every diversionary tactic will be used to hide the most devastating and horrific of these crimes against humanity. This tactic by the dark-side controllers will cause a colossal backlash, and in the long scheme of history they will have hung themselves.

Also, this week another major leader on the world stage will likely fall.

On the land changes front, weather 'superstorm' explosions continue, with more massive flooding on the near horizon. The explosive land changes escalate across the planet -- volcanoes, earthquakes, sinkholes.

The sun boils with serpentine-striking power, changing-affecting the weather. Likely, there will be more fireball phenomena exploding in the sky during this year of 2013. Also, asteroids, comets arrive in packs. For, their time has finally come.

On the personal front, this week is about opening our eyes to see, opening our ears to hear... and opening our minds, our hearts. For now, 'truths' that have been kept hidden for centuries are being revealed wholesale.

This new knowledge will not only impact the entire world, but impact each one of us on an individual level. Many of us will alter our lives, from subtle life changes to an immediate hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.

Take time to absorb these impacts on your life. Look for the real story behind the story. Then act, and act fast. This is a take-action week.

On the AWAKENING front, The Titanic Shift Is Upon Us... the colossal plates of time, Aquarian age energy, and several dimensions are shifting, colliding... separating, then coming together. Boom, bam, bang!

As stated at the beginning, these are explosive times on all levels, from physical explosions around the world to massive explosive changes in society, with the main spotlight on religion for right now. Now, in general, governmental structures explode apart -- some of it slow motion, but a whole lot it flash-bang rapidly.

Also, the sands of time are running out for the dark-side global controllers. In the grand cosmic scheme, they must either conquer humanity or become the conquered.

Thus, extreme violence escalates, sweeping over the world, with the Middle East being targeted alongside the continent of Africa. Both of these regions are loaded with the remains of antediluvian technology.

Meanwhile, South America explodes onto the world scene with ancient and before-the-flood history, now revealed as never before. Keep an eye out, and learn.

On the magickal, mystical front, the *unfolding* of the true magickal realm -- what was, what is -- will be heralded by the magician once known as Merlin. He walks in concert with the 'Mages of Ages Lost'. This week, together they challenge the black-hearted Serpent Magicians with the formidable power of lightning.

On the paranormal front, the high-strangeness beasts continue to show themselves. Many are being loosed from neighboring dimensions. Some exist in time-locked pockets that now flux open.

Some have never left, and reappear before the public because of the current land changes. As well, genetically created chimera-beasts are escaping from black projects. One of those gene-engineered creatures could be found on the East Coast. Of course, a mundane explanation will be put forth.

Contact with other races, those alien to our human race, will increase substantially. However, several of these races are not extraterrestrial.

On the economic front, 'ballistic' will be an understatement as this week, and  the month of June progresses. The world's stock markets continue going wonky -- falling, rising, plummeting -- then, promising but never delivering,

Gold is slated to drop significantly again within the coming weeks. If this occurs, it will be another strategic move to steal everyone's personal supply of gold coins/bullion. The Too Big to Fail Banks are desperately seeking gold reserves.

This week the final nefarious push begins. The super robber barons bring their best-worst game against humanity. Every move will be about establishing their dominance as Mad Dog Kings of the Money Pile. And, they will be merciless.

Meanwhile, whistleblowers, and other Brave Ones behind the scenes, will emerge, providing kill-the-giants info.

Here's one example that has been leaked: HEADLINE: "Bank of America Lied to Homeowners and Rewarded Foreclosures, Former Employees Say ~ ProPublica.org | Bank of America employees regularly lied to homeowners seeking loan modifications according to sworn statements by former bank employees."

On the war front, this week, big nasty secretive doings, and major chessboard moves made by the dark-side elite. This will involve the shaky situation around the undeclared emperor, and his ongoing fall from grace.

Look for the presstitute news media to justify *war* hard this week, and into next week. At the same time -- using subtle propaganda methods -- martial law will be touted as necessary, and good for the country.

Most of the public won't buy it, however. This is why several false-flag events are in the works, designed to torment Americans into begging for military protection.

Aerial bombing in the Middle East is on the drawing board this week. However, there could be some key interference by the White Hat forces.

On the truth front, Creating a Matrix of Truth on Mother Earth ~ the more 'truth' is witnessed over deception, then accepted by the people -- this builds the living Matrix of Truth, one shining fractal at a time.

At this point in time, these shimmer-fractals of truth have begun mirroring each other. This means a hyper-jump toward living in truth instead of existing in the dark forest of deception.

On the tyranny-at-work front, at this time, the IRS super scandals have caused a major shift in thinking among Americans. This will continue like an avalanche.

For those currently brave enough to face this truth: blurb ~ "Former IRS Special Agent Joe Banister joined John B. Wells for a discussion on the recent IRS scandal, and why he's spoken out against the fraudulent administration and enforcement of the federal income tax ever since being fired after confronting top IRS officials." ~coasttocoastam.com/show/2013/06/15~

On the communication front, more and more, our dreams, our dreamtime, will be recognized as a way to communicate with each other. And, of course, with those on the other side.

Dream communication will also include ETs, and the sentient beings who inhabit realms and dimensions surrounding us. If this is something you find intriguing, paying more attention to your dreams will assist you in discovering this type of interaction.

On the home front, more of us begin to 'stand in our own authority', rejecting any form of authoritarianism. This is comparable to a child moving into adulthood.

At the same time, a large segment of the population will become more emotionally dependent on the system. And like crabs in a bucket, they will try to stop anyone else from getting out, and living free.

However overall, now the people rise faster, exploding the shackles that have kept them from their true spiritual natures, their true power.

On the food front, HEADLINE: "Monsanto Video Revolt: Global anti-GMO online rally launches ~ RT | New initiative to bypass the corporate media blackout on GMO foods and bring the issue to world attention has been launched."

If you haven't investigated how to grow food plants indoors, this is a good time. There are new methods which may work for your circumstances.

On the energy front, be aware that sources of electrical power are being shut down by the government. This is being done under the save-the-environment guise. However, the real intent is to limit energy, and to let a few companies monopolize the production end. This will, of course, force people to pay more -- further impoverishing and enslaving them.

Look for practical and ingenious ways to overcome the denial of energy. If you can work with others, so much the better for All.

On the really bad news front, the following week will dramatically widen the split between many Americans and the current administration. Verbalized open revolt goes viral, and hot.

In reaction, the other side becomes brutal, demanding the persecution of those who stand for liberty. Sadly, there will be no lessening of Americans targeted by federal agencies like the IRS. Instead, the targeting will increase tenfold as fascism gains an ugly foothold.

On the good news front, as the Aquarian Age vibes saturate the planet with blue and golden goodness, more of us move into a renaissance mind set. Thus,  the desire to invent, to create for the good of self, and everyone else becomes the dominant trend.

On the global mafia cabal front, a complicated week ahead. More and more, there will be mafia-typical moves made against high-profile enemies. This will be happening, even as the split between factions goes brutally hot and heavy-handed. It's "The Godfather" gone berserker-wild.

On the heroine front, Doreen Hannes is an amazing women who informs the public about the latest food and farm issues that endanger everyone of us, and Mother Earth. Doreen is one of the most effective agricultural advocates. Website: truthfarmer.com

On the hero front, a memoriam to Aaron Russo ~ "Esteemed filmmaker, ardent activist and loyal patriot Aaron Russo  ... His documentary film, “America: From Freedom to Fascism”, debunked the justification of both the IRS and the Federal Reserve as well as exposed their crooked basis. ~freedomtofascism.com -

On the freedom front, the Renegade Times Are Here *or* Go Lawless: Time to Break All the Rules. That is, live according to your conscience, your heart, your soul. This includes your experiences, your discernment, your judgement. For, according to the cosmic time clock, you are now responsible for yourself.

In the near future, Arkansas becomes a hot spot for freedom lovers.

Trendwise, to continue with the themes of this forecast... can you feel it?

The worldwide paradigm shift is upon us.

In part, this is because 'the people' realize overall, they are being forced to metaphorically kneel and obey. Also, as many are being savaged by authorities, as the politician-criminals run roughshod over the public, the people have begun to understand these officials do not follow 'one' law -- even the ones they have enacted.

As well, many now know the bankster gangsters, the super robber barons, answer to *no law*. Thus, at this point in history, the rule of law is over.

That is, the 'rule of law' cannot and will not be re-established. It is gone with the superstorm winds of these times.

The coming times are about 'being your own boss' while 'working alongside' each other for the GOOD of All.

As always, prepare. For, societies all over the globe are tearing apart at the seams.

This week, the desire to live a beautiful life soars inside each one of us. Take moments to daydream, to gaze inward at the future possibilities. 

 Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

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New Release: Sharing Their Racy Fantasies

Hello everyone! I'm thrilled to announce the release of SHARING THEIR RACY FANTASIES - Racy Nights 7. This series is erotic MFM menage, contemporary BDSM romance with an HEA in every book for our heroine and her two sexy heroes.

You can read more about the Racy Nights series on my WEBSITE, but for now, here is a brief overview:

Welcome to Racy Indiana, population 10,467 (give or take a few) and founded in 1898. Located in northwest Indiana, a branch of the Iroquois River runs through the town, and miles of wind turbines dot the landscape. On Riverfront Drive you’ll find the Racy Animal Clinic, owned and operated by sexy vet Dustin Alexander, and where Annalise Kerr brings in her cat Shadow for a checkup. While backing out of the parking space after Dustin asks her out, she nearly collides with the unmarked police cruiser driven by Detective Chad Bristol.

If you walk along Riverfront toward downtown Racy, you’ll come to Market Street, the heart of Racy’s historic district. The buildings here are all original, and the business owners have lovingly maintained them. Most businesses in Racy have been passed down through the generations, but some have new owners.

For instance, Luke’s Bar is on this street. Gorgeous Luke Rodriguez owns it, and he spends most of his time there, until he meets Alexa Monahan, that is. Alexa moved to Racy from Manhattan, where she worked in a sex shop with Racy native Kari Tye.

Kari has been gone for fifteen years, but now she’s back. She and Alexa have just opened Tye Me Up, Racy’s first and only sex shop, out on Lawnview Drive. But unbeknownst to them, the secrets they left behind in The Big Apple have followed them to Racy.

Don’t worry. Noah Wells, a research and development specialist at Notus Power, the company that owns and operates the wind turbines just outside of Racy, will help keep Kari safe. And what he can’t accomplish, sexy Adison Kincaid, head of security at Notus, certainly can. As for Alexa, she not only has Luke looking after her, but also heroic Chase Taylor, the Racy Building Commissioner. He’s the reason Kari and Alexa were able to open their shop in the once-beautiful century home that had been scheduled for demolition. Now restored to its former majesty, the upstairs of the house is living quarters for Kari and Alexa, and the shop is on the main floor.

Around the corner from Market Street is Main Street, where you’ll find the courthouse and City Hall. J Lo lookalike Marisol Santiago is a court reporter who gets more than she bargained for when she becomes accidentally involved again with old boyfriend Rafe Rodriguez, and Ellis McCree, the city building inspector, at the same time. Rafe is Luke’s older brother, and Ellis is cousin to Maddox McCree, who owns and operates the local BDSM club out of his mansion on Birch Lane.

Maddox’s mysterious and slightly shady past is the subject of much speculation among Racy’s residents, but when psychologist Julie Carruthers attends a surprise birthday party for Alexa at Maddox’s club, she chips a hole in the armor surrounding Maddox.

Things really get interesting inside City Hall. Mayor Bernie Crumb is as crooked as they come, but he keeps getting re-elected every four years. He publicly condemns Maddox’s club and the BDSM community in Racy every chance he gets, but people like Councilman Zach Kincaid and IT department head Gina Santori keep him on his toes. Zach and Gina also work hard to keep their relationship a secret inside the hallowed halls of City Hall.

The Racy police station has its share of heartthrob heroes as well. In addition to Detective Sean Brennan who shares Dom duty to Julie with Maddox McCree, Sergeant Harrison Kelly is hot and heavy with Gina, alongside Zach. If you circle around Main Street over to Ash Lane and head for the river, you’ll eventually wind up back on Riverfront, where The Fit Bod, Racy’s gym, stands in stark contrast to the quaint old buildings in and around that area. It’s a bold, modern design that hunky Evan Rydell designed and co-owns with Thayer Denning. Evan and Thayer don’t mind sharing sub Cherilyn Barker, who works as an Administrative Assistant in City Hall.

And Olivia Kelly, Harrison’s sister and Cherilyn’s friend, has plenty to do outside her work at City Hall as an Administrative Assistant once she meets Racy Fire Chief Cameron Sinclair and Racy Fire Inspector Storm Jamison. Talk about things heating up!

So come on in and take a stroll through Racy with its spunky heroines and drop-dead gorgeous heroes. This is small town America, and Racy residents gossip as much as anyone, but when the crap hits the fan, they’re there for each other. From ex-Doms and serial killers, to ex-wives and AWOL soldiers, and all the way to tornadoes and arsonists, Racy has its share of trouble, but our heroes are on hand to make sure no harm comes to their heroines.

**Here is the blurb for SHARING THEIR RACY FANTASIES**

When sassy IT department head Gina Santori becomes submissive to Sergeant Harrison Kelly and councilman Zach Kincaid, keeping the city’s computers running is the least of her problems. She and Zach must keep their relationship a secret at work, especially in front of Mayor Bernie Crumb, who has made it his personal vendetta to go after everyone in the Racy BDSM community.

On top of that, someone is setting fires in Racy. As Harrison finally crawls out from the self-imposed hermit-like state he’s been living in since his divorce to become one of Gina’s Doms, he’s shot while chasing down an arson suspect.

Zach Kincaid has had a secret crush on Gina for years, but it isn’t until she laughs at one of his cartoon drawings that he looks beneath her cool exterior to find the sexy, passionate woman underneath. But will their relationship survive Bernie, Harrison’s gunshot wound, and an arsonist loose on the streets of Racy?

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Wednesday's Words for June 12, 2013

This Sunday is Fathers’ Day here in North America. As I do every year, I’ve spent some time the last few days thinking about my own father, who died at the too-young age of 46 when I was just 8.

My memories of him are vivid, for all that they are few. Some of the stories I have of him were given to me by my mother. She didn’t speak about him very often—he was, after all, the love of her life, and she never stopped mourning his loss. She herself passed away just thirteen years after he did, and she was only 57 at the time.

I have no doubt whatsoever that my mother died, in part, from a broken heart.

Over the last couple of weeks I have been visiting the past quite a bit, trying to discover if I can bring the events from my childhood into sharper focus. Most of what I recall—especially about my dad—could be likened to snapshots—isolated little photographs of the man he had been, and of the father he was to me.

One thing I do know is that he read to me nearly every night. I recall three books in particular—a large fairy-tale type book with a story for every day of the year (the only one I can recall is the one for the date of my birthday, titled “The Oh Shucks Fairy”); he read to me from a series of books he got from the library about the adventures of a frog [all I remember of those is the frog’s unusual name: Wilberforth Wildwood Webfoot Water Lily Frog]; and of course, he read to me from the Bible.

Although he died in 1963, my father was a man ahead of his time. He cooked, he cleaned, and he did laundry. On Saturdays he would make sure we were up and dressed and fed and sent out the door to play. My mother worked outside of the home as a nurse at one of the hospitals in the city. She told me in later years that my father felt very strongly that if she had to go out and work, helping to do “his job” of providing for the family, then it was only right and fair that he do what he could to help her with “her job”—what in those days was called “women’s work”.

My son is very much a father in his grandfather’s image.

Sometimes I think our society takes fathers for granted. In truth, fathers have a very hard job. We expect them to be strong, to provide for the family, and to keep their loved ones safe. When the rest of us have moments of weakness—when our emotions get the better of us and we break—we expect the fathers to hang tough and soldier on.

We expect our daddies to make things right for us when they go wrong—whether it’s mending a broken doll, or mending a broken heart.

The best fathers do all that we expect of them, and more. They nurture and guide and counsel; they teach us how to ride bikes and how to fix the lawnmower; they lift us up and carry us when we’re too tired to make it on our own.

Fathers teach us by their good example how to live lives of honesty and integrity and value.

I hope you’ll take the opportunity to say “thank you” to the fathers in your lives; and if you are a father yourself, take a moment to take a bow.

Happy Father’s Day! I hope this Sunday will be a special day for you, when your families show you how much you mean to them. I hope you’ll allow yourselves to understand how special you all really are.

You’re important, fathers. You matter more than you can possibly know.

Love,
Morgan
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Angelic Forecast ~ #249

"Then, they cannot open the portals at will?"

"No, my beloved. Not for two week's time."

"Come, we must plan our battle," I hear in one Martian language. Yes, I have been learning.

Dhuroth gently claims my shoulders, and we follow after those who are filing from the view station. My heart trips into my throat. My steps almost falter.

I'm living a sci fi movie.

***

The jet fighter, unlike any I know of on Earth, responds to my slightest touch. I have been bonded to this small but deadly weapon.

Silently, we slide through the Martian atmosphere over the stretch of rock-littered desert. I give chase to the clone troops running toward their underground base.

Some of them have already fallen to the dinosaur like beasts roaming on parts of Mars. They don't know I streak toward them or they would turn and blast their fusion weapons.

"Almost upon them," I whisper to my jet. "Closer..." I squeeze the joystick. Light fans outward. Pale, barely seen, it sweeps over them, encompasses them all, and they fall, the life sucked out of them. If you can call that life...

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The Cleansing Time or the Great Purification is upon us.

Now corruption, and scandal after nightmare-brutal scandal relentlessly rocks the world from local and regional scandals to the highest realms of governing bodies like the U.N. -- all while earthquakes continue rocking the planet.

From a September 2011 forecast: "...Love Conquers All. This is only true, however, when personal love is aligned with Divine Love. Or, at this time, the more we wish for good to come into the lives of those who ‘truly’ deserve it, the more we align with Ultimate Good, and receive goodness ourselves.

Thus, as we wish good upon each other, the human community is more and more in alignment, and creating an ever-rising spiral of GOOD. This alignment in LOVE, becomes crucial as we move deeper into the time of the Great Purification."

On the land changes front, superstorms, the weather violence continues, and for the coming month flooding situations will increase, most likely on the East Coast, as well as around the world -- Europe being particularly hard hit.

If you are in danger of being flooded, prepare, take all precautions. Some of the flooding will not be predictable or manageable by any agency.

Also, there are a few large tsunamis on the near horizon, which 'could' develop. The Earth is gradually tilting into a new position as is her destiny. Meanwhile, the sun is serpent-licking the atmosphere with powerful energies -- plasma and particle frequencies meant to bring forth new, benevolent forms of life, and enhance our spiritual natures.

***VIDEO: Shock: North Pole Shifted 161 Miles in Last 6 Months
Activist Post - The magnetic north pole has shifted a staggering 161 miles in the last 6 months. This puts its arrival in Siberia in less that 2 years, and when it arrives there... it will have migrated 40 degrees across the northern hemisphere.*** 

On the magickal, mystical front, 'knowing' the time has come to play their final sinister hand against humanity, the dark-side serpent magicians rise like saviors. They will offer empty promises, empty dreams to humanity. They will pretend to offer bread, the staff of life, but all they hold is the withered, useless chaff from wheat consumed long ago.

This week, the 'Mages of Ages Lost' slay and slice the remnants of evil dreams once cast as a spell upon the whole of humanity. Whirling through the ethers, these powerful magicians bring more harmony into existence. As well, they bring forth a new justice that will strike down the evil ones more swiftly.

On the personal front, the stress goes hyperdrive-high for many now. This is because the robber-baron elites are turning the proverbial screws, turning up the heat, most noticeably in the financial system.

Now is the moment to embrace your most creative self, that part of you who thinks and feels and lives 'out' of the establishment box. Your best solutions for surviving and living well, in the upcoming times, will emerge when you drop out, then tune into yourself.

It follows that any intuitive and/or psychic ability you possess needs to be embraced, encouraged, and used as much as possible. This week is ideal for becoming more aware of your abilities.

On the paranormal front, the massive exposure of the supernatural side continues -- or, what's really been behind the curtain. Watch for a plethora of news stories on alternative news sites. Mexico and South America are likely to be the most prominent.

Of note, now begins the massive flybys or flyovers by UFO craft similar to what occurred over Phoenix, and stretching over the Las Vegas area. "Original Phoenix Lights - UFO footage 3|13|1997 - YouTube ~youtube.com/watch?v=KdIdDpJYSOM ~ On March 13th 1997 over 10000 Arizona Residents witnessed lights hovering over Phoenix."

On the economic front, disaster city, get prepared as the bankster gangsters stick it to the people, once again. First, the gold wars heat up, and go certifiably insane. Every nefarious and totalitarian strategy will be used to deny gold and silver coins/bullion to the people.

The housing market, limping along in most areas of the country, will be intentionally undercut by the federal reserve's policies in the coming weeks, and months. This will be done as a severe measure of control, and as a way to force the population to accept minimal housing and a serf-like existence.

'Think' the peasants in the legend of Robin Hood. That's what the new world order crowd is bringing to your neighborhood, or a neighborhood near you. Sadly, obviously, this terrible poverty is already being done to Detroit. In the future, Los Angeles is in on the chopping block.

On the bright side, more will realize that the entire economic system is a diabolical fiction based on nothing but fraud and more fraud. Read "The Creature from Jekyll Island" for insight if you haven't.

As stated before, wisdom dictates that everyone should keep a sharp eye on their bank accounts, etc., in these walk-a-tightrope times.

However, new systems of thriving will be, and are being created. From last week's forecast: "If you're in a position to speak with others about trade and barter in the future, do so. There are groups who have successfully formed their own communities, created their own script to use like cash. Be aware, and participate if you can."

On the truth front, the mystical and sacred interconnection between us all, this is one secret the dark-side cabal doesn't want you to know. Ever. For, this would mean they would fall from their lofty tyrannical perches in flames.

On the war front, major changes will be occurring in the Middle East war theaters. The chess pieces are being re-arranged by the dark-side powers that be. So far, their Armageddon plans have failed in key ways, and they have been effectively stifled. For now.

This is partly due to worldwide prayer, and the opposition of the White Hat Force.

Russia will continue to play a dominant role. However, most of their negotiations will take place behind the scenes, and it may appear as if they've taken a step back. This won't be true.

As well, look for a political outcry by bought-off politicians to unleash absolute destruction in the Middle East. This will backfire in a big way.

On the tyranny-at-work front, major moves take place to severely limit what liberty remains, especially in the cyber world. There will also be an obvious strategy to take out the rising freedom movement on the web.

On the AWAKENING front, Arrives the Great Coming Together... now, the alliance-community begins, expands for those already tuned in. For, not only will those of like mind continue finding each other, gathering together to create dynamic, heart-centered cultures...but, also, people, animals, and plants of 'like energy' will be 'coming together' to form bio-sanctuary communities. Thus, for the benefit of ALL.

Once again, know these Winter Stargate 2012 vibes intensify this week: "...gather in the golden goodness the Divine is sending to us All. Drink in the sacred sweet LOVE that fills every dark corner of your heart -- the LOVE purifying your soul. For, you are the Beloved."

On the communication front, a new language develops, one that both reflects and creates the Aquarian Age. In opposition to this language of 'awareness and well-being' the dark-side social engineers continue to the gut the language in an attempt to bring it down to the basest, child-like level.

The deterioration of the language can be observed in some TV programs. Plus, the addiction to e-devices, instead of real social interaction is another weapon in their arsenal.

Further, this will be a huge week for communication as far as events happening on the world stage.

On the home front, the IRS continues to take it on the chin. While this is righteous poetic justice... however, these endless scandals are hiding a far more important truth -- one the IRS *does not want you to know*.

While everything about the IRS is fraudulent, including the agency was never ratified by enough states... however, here's one of their major, on-purpose deceptions. It goes like this:

Most of us have believed that income includes wages. Actually, this is not true by IRS code definition. Wages are not income. Income is 'only' defined as profit. ~thematrixhasyou.org~

On the food front, HEADLINE: "Monsanto faces third lawsuit regarding rogue wheat ~ St. Louis Business Journal | Two lawsuits were already filed against Monsanto in Washington regarding the unapproved GMO wheat."

At this point in time, there are plans to openly use food as a weapon to divide and conquer the people. This will be happening all over the world, courtesy of the giant food cartels who were represented at the Bilderberg meeting in Watford, England this past weekend.

On the energy front, the energy matrix of the Earth is being charged up with cosmic frequencies. This means, in part, that our DNA is now being activated in new and different ways. One of the primary transformations will be thinking on a global level while remaining intensely involved in your local community. This microcosm/macrocosm strategy will become the norm.

On the really bad news front, similar to the "Men in Black" movie, there is an amnesia beam in the works, and likely operational. How convenient would it be to wipe your enemy's memory? How convenient would it be for agents of the establishment to do their dirty unconscionable deeds, then wipe their victim's memory?

On the good news front, with the collapse of confidence in the administration, the people stand against their oppressors, their voices stronger and stronger. As well, their varied and inventive actions will alter history toward the GOOD.

On the global mafia cabal front, dissension continues at a high level between those who crowned the cyber kings at Bilderberg, as the future, and those who believe transhumanism, or man as immortal machine, is the lesser path to ruling Earth.

However, while some details were hammered out, the battle resumes over who will ultimately control the one-world currency. Look for roller coaster gyrations in the world's stock markets, and financial dealings. Japan could be front and center.

On the heroine front, this is one very amazing woman, Carmen Boulter. ~pyramidcode.com~

From Coast to Coast am ~ Sunken Artifacts & Atlantis ~ "First hour guest, author, filmmaker, and teacher Carmen Boulter talked about an underwater discovery of Egyptian period artifacts... Boulter announced that she's working on a new documentary series called The New Atlantis-- she believes the main land mass of Atlantis (about the size of Texas) was submerged in a location near the Azores, after an asteroid hit in 13,660 BC."

On the hero front, HEADLINE SNIPPET: "Student Suspended For Saving Fellow Students Life ~ politicaloutcast.com - It was a study period. While the teacher was on the far side of the classroom, one student began to bully another student. The student saw the bully grab his victim and place him in a headlock when he heard the distinctive click of a knife opening up. That's when the student instinctively reacted and got between the two students and pushed the knife-wielding bully away, where he was quickly subdued. Later in the day, the police were called in, not on the knife wielding student but on the student that helped out."

On the freedom front, once again, a pivotal week for the cause of liberty. There are several key trends forming. Even with the barbaric crackdown on whistleblowers by the administration, Brave Ones come forward, and the truth telling continues.

Ever more of the population turn their backs on anything government related. This will be spurred on by the establishment's ongoing cruel attacks against the people.

Also, as the brain-drain media becomes dumb and dumber, the revolution against big-corp media goes superspeed. The people take over creating their own news services far beyond what is currently known as alternative media.

Trendwise, this week is an initiating time for the revolution-evolution, for the spiritual tsunami that will spread an even greater AWARENESS & AWAKENING across the globe.

For, now comes the chance to reclaim your 'true power' as a human being, what has been kept hidden, and denied in the past. This will mean reclaiming your true feelings and your natural, powerful intuition from the system's dark hold.

As vital, is the return to Nature, to being with the land. For, that connection with Mother Earth will empower you, and assist you to become what you were always meant to be. This soars beyond what you can even imagine at this point.

This is the week to walk the trails of nature, and sing inside with all that you experience. Simply being outside in the sunshine will tune you up, will open up new ways of thinking and being.  

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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