You’ve heard it said, I am sure, that people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. My problem is I can’t tell the difference. I am constantly, even eagerly, slotting folks into that last category. I’m like an excited little puppy all wound up having someone—or several someone’s—new in my life—a puppy who gets all frisky and happy and bounces back and forth as if saying, “Wanna play? Wanna play?” Then when things happen—things that seem inexplicable to me, things that leave me wondering what I could possibly have done wrong, I’m left broken hearted because those people turn and walk away with no backward glance whatsoever and I am left feeling totally and completely bereft.
I’m beginning to suspect that the only thing I keep doing wrong is slating people into the “lifetime” category who never should have been there in the first place. I’ve only begun to realize this flaw in my previous behavior because the ones I have now in that “lifetime” slot were the ones meant to be there all along.
I know I can’t be the only person this has happened to. Life has taught me that very, very few of us ever experience something that no one else ever has. I’ve had a number of traumatic and tragic things happen in my lifetime. I know that probably most of you have, too. At some point, maybe twenty years ago or so, I came to the decision that if life really was only 5 percent what happened to me and 95 percent how I dealt with it, then I’d better see if I could deal with things in a way that would be beneficial to others, and therefore beneficial to myself.
Yes, that’s another variation of making lemonade out of lemons.
Because I am, down to my soul, a writer, then dealing with things in a beneficial way meant I had to write about them. Those who can look beyond the wink-wink-nudge-nudge of my novels will discover that I deal with a lot of issues that many of us struggle with in life. What I don’t deal with that way, I manage to tackle within the pages of these essays, every week.
Life is a journey and like any long trip, not all of it is made over smooth roads. Sometimes we have to travel the gravel side roads, and sometimes we find ourselves on deeply rutted dirt trails. Sometimes we’re making our way in the company of good companions, and sometimes we are achingly alone.
Everyone has to define the terms under which they want to live their lives. We each of us have our own priorities, and we’re not all the same. We aren’t all given to the same purposes or causes; we don’t define happiness or sadness in exactly the same way. We really are unique, each one of us. We share a common humanity, yes, and a common spectrum of possibilities, but the fine points, the details, are different for us all.
As I’ve gotten older, as more milestones have gone by my personal window on this, my life’s journey, I understand as I never did before how self sufficient we are, and at the same time, how isolated we are.
I believe that we were created to help one another. Do you want to have a good, really good, feeling inside of yourself? Then take your eyes off yourself and help someone else. Do you want to feel as if you matter? Then matter to others—do something that makes a difference either to an individual or a group.
Are you the only one who has ever made a horrible mistake, lost someone dear, or suffered an injury to your body or your soul? Of course not. We all have. Is every day a day of joy and laughter and all things positive and light?
If only. Nope, there are at least as many dark days as there are light ones in anyone’s life; the difference lies in how we rate them. I personally give happy, sunny days a 5 rating, and the gloomy, sad ones a 0.5 one.
Oh yes, that is stacking the deck in my favor, but then I can do that if I want to. Because the most important principle I have learned in life says I can. What is that principle? Gosh, I am glad you asked.
It’s that, in the final analysis, everything emotional—and I do mean everything—is a decision. How you handle the firestorms that come your way, is a decision.
Life doesn’t control your heart or your mind or your soul. You do.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Wednesday's Words for August 28, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Angelic Forecast ~ #260
Suddenly, my jet spins, streaking toward three shadow jet fighters. I splay my hand on the weapons panel.
The very second the leading fighter is in range, I fire three pulses. Two are stunned, their flight slowed significantly.
They've shielded the third shadow jet, now peeling off, and headed at superspeed toward the craft carrying Graela.
We scream through the thin Martian air, my jet and I. There is no way I will allow Graela to be recaptured -- or the craft carrying her to be taken as war booty.
I zoom in with laser-like focus. The short-burst missile will follow my line of sight once I fire.
Closer... closer, we gain on the shadow jet rapidly. "Steady, steady as she goes," I say to my jet.
The instant before she must veer off, I touch the release button. Flash-streaking toward the enemy fight, the missile strikes as the jet initiates its attack on Graela rescue craft.
The white light explosion of the enemy's attack blinds me temporarily, even as I feel my jet veer sharply. Yet, I hear the telltale hum-throb that lets me know the missile successfully found its target.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
The Time of the Great Geological Shifts Are Upon Us ... faster now, the Earth will readjust herself, her mantle. While some of these land changes will appear 'overnight', many of these *shifts* will be slow, giving populations time to relocate when necessary.
On the land changes front, *as featured in last week's forecast* ACCELERATION is the word for the rest of the year, 2013. Volcanoes, earthquakes, superstorms, sinkholes, massive flooding, massive drought, get ready! Likely there will also be two major tsunamis.
Meanwhile, the sun, the Great Lion Star, goes into vibrational chaos, snaking 'coronal mass ejections'. Essentially the sun has been poisoned by cosmic-particle events far, far away... and by the transit of several celestial bodies that are currently being hidden from the public.
This solar chaos is being mitigated by the Benevolent Force. However, if the sun's energies become too unbalanced, the Earth 'could' be hit by dangerous CMEs. One forewarning would be the gov-elite evacuation of D.C., and another vacation far from the white house.
Also, take notice, if there is a huge increase in air traffic -- commercial, military, and private planes. This means those in the know are retreating to their underground palatial complexes. In the event of any uprising and/or catastrophe, natural or manmade, this is dark-side cabal's plan.
On the magickal, mystical front, this week, the 'Mages of Ages Lost' slit the belly of the beast with their mighty light blades, exposing treachery beyond the belief of most. Those with the eyes to see these 'revelations' will take immediate action to protect themselves and their loved ones.
Meanwhile, the black magicians retreat, and conjure their shadow poisons to cover their vilest deeds. They use their 'ancient of ancient' binding powers to keep the public 'unawakened'
THIS FORECAST IS CONTINUED AT *TITLE MAGIC* ~titlemagic.blogspot.com~
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~
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~~~
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Wednesday's Words for August 21, 2013
This past weekend saw yet another milestone happen in our lives: Mr. Ashbury and I became great-grandparents. Yes, we’re young for that status. But we became grandparents young, too. I was 37 and he was 39 when our first grandchild was born. Now we’re great-grandparents, and that’s amazing.
My daughter is a 35 year old grandmother. She has a bit of my grandmother in her, because she has decreed that she is to be known as “Nana” since, she said, “grandma” just sounds too old. No, I didn’t smack her, but only because she informed me that I am now to be known in the family as “GG”.
I can recall my mom telling me how my dad was annoyed with his mother at one point. By all accounts a vain woman, she apparently promised my brother and sister treats if, when she took them out anywhere, they would call her “nanny” instead of grandma. My dad wasn’t pleased. “Nanny”, my father had said, was the term given to a paid employee charged to look after children. Apparently he retaliated by referring to her, to my siblings, as “your father’s mother.”
My daughter isn’t vain, in fact, quite far from it. And she actually possesses a lot of my mother’s personality traits, too. The most notable of these is that she is a great believer in personal space, and doesn’t often wax sentimental over anything.
And while hugs from my mother were few and far between, I have to say that my daughter, as an adult, is exactly the same.
When I was raising my children, because my mom had not been one to hug or say I love you very much, I ensured that I did that every day with my kids. It was a top priority for me, and I never really cared if it seemed that there was a part of me trying to make up my hug deficit from my own mother that way.
But as an adult, my daughter is parsimonious when it comes to displays of affection. And not just towards me, either.
So imagine my surprise when, a few weeks ago, she arrived as she often does through the course of any given day, and then came right up to me, and threw her arms around me and gave me a huge, really quite wonderful hug.
“Thank you. What was that for?” I asked.
“You refurbished that bassinette for me!”
That made me laugh. Allow me to explain. When I was expecting my first child, my mother brought out of storage a wicker bassinette on a wicker stand. She told me that her mother had given it to her, for her first born. That was in 1944, and I have no idea if it was new then, but likely it was.
My mom used it for all three of us, and gave it to me for my first child. My mother-in-law and her sister-in-law decorated it – fashioning a padded inside, covering it in pretty baby-type material. This “decorating” was complete with a hood made of a pretty blue cotton with little white “pompoms” dangling from the edge.
I used the bassinette for all of my children, and then, put it into storage. When my daughter was expecting her son, I got it out and re-decorated it. I’m not much at sewing or such, but I was able to do a pretty good job of that. The only other things I’ve ever made in my life were my kids Halloween costumes.
My daughter gained a whole new perspective and appreciation when she—who ironically is good at sewing and such—attempted to redecorate the bassinette for her first grandchild. It took her hours to complete and, she said, she considered quitting more than once. But she didn’t, and I’m glad of that. That bassinette is more than a bassinette, it’s a family tradition. It represents one more thing now, too.
It’s a rite of passage. They come in the most unusual ways sometimes, don’t they?
Love,
Morgan
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Monday, August 19, 2013
Angelic Forecast ~ #259
Before my thought finishes itself, I am within firing range. A diagram of the hidden fortress shows on my window screen. "That's it," I say to my jet, encouraging her.
My every thought vanishes, and I enter the zone. Once I connect my energy body with Graela, I wait... until...
I press. On screen I see the pattern signature of the tones shoot toward the crystal prison. Boom! Without the boom.
Before my mind's eyes, I see the crystal brain dissolve, as if it had never existed. Graela crumples to the floor, unconscious.
Within the same instant, I shoot the transport beam, placing Graela in suspension. On screen I watch the two rescue crafts swoop toward her.
One seizes the energy cocoon surrounding Graela, and lifts her aboard. At the same time, the other craft fires on the enemy squads racing to recapture her, and keep Graela imprisoned underground.
Suddenly, my jet spins, streaking toward three shadow jet fighters. I splay my hand on the weapons panel.
The very second the leading fighter is in range, I fire three pulses. Two are stunned, their flight slowed significantly.
They've shielded the third shadow jet, now peeling off, and headed at superspeed toward the craft carrying Graela.
TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
ANGELIC FORECAST ~
Welcome to the Golden Matrix. Compassion Takes Center Stage.
On the AWAKENING front, compassion blooms within the hearts of many now, greater than before in recorded history. Those with compassion, even the tiniest amount, are being infused with the Sacred-Matrix light flowing from the galactic center.
For, we are being embraced within the golden matrix of LOVE. In part, this means an AWAKENING to the 'original' divine plan for humanity, and Earth as a paradise.
During the upcoming weeks, there will be far more people STANDING tall for their naturally given 'rights', and the rights of others. While this act of compassion, this activism, will be worldwide, it begins in the 'land of the free' -- the beginning of an unstoppable tsunami.
On the personal front, bang, boom, bam... that's the eventful week ahead for many of us. This will show up as both good and troublesome. The best strategy is to embrace the good things, handle what you can, and keep on rolling forward.
Also, take a look at what needs to be cleaned up in your life. This doesn't mean just your home and/or your living environment. Question: what needs to be cleaned up in your relationships, as far as the peace of your soul?
As well, this could be time to let go of what no longer works in your life -- a job, a relationship, a way of being. These current energies are about innovation, creating parts of your life anew for the future.
On the magickal, mystical front, this week, the 'Mages of Ages Lost' battle the Serpent of Chaos with great swipes of their Truth-revealing blades. Even without knowing it, many of us hunger for the old knowledge, the ancient wise ways that this conjured serpent has kept concealed -- trapped within his coils.
To complicate the picture, the black magicians begin tossing out bits of Truth, like throwing sand in the face of an enemy. This is because the psychic AWARENESS of humanity is expanding, and those of 'black heart and soul' can no longer HIDE their evil acts behind the smoke-and-mirrors curtain.
On the communication front, the network between ALL who love Mother Earth -- humanity, her animals and plant life... as well as all other Beings living on the planet -- we now join our minds and hearts to save this unique paradise.
At first, for many, this connection will be 'felt' rather than known at a conscious level. However, this sacred interconnection will grow, and STAND in the face of the dark-side destroyers -- those who are anti-human, and psychopathically want to annihilate Earth.
On the paranormal front, ghosts and more ghosts show up, and show off. This will be a big week for paranormal fans, in general.
Per usual, UFO reports remain off the charts. At this time -- within the next several months -- several whistleblowers will come forward, and tell 'all' they know about the REAL space program, and alien contact. This will, in part, be an 'op' to reveal some of the truth. However, the revelations will go beyond what has been planned.
THIS FORECAST IS CONTINUED AT *TITLE MAGIC* ~titlemagic.blogspot.com~
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~
~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL WEEK ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]
When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print
Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
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Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
4 Coffee Cups for Maia's Magickal Mates!
“Maia’s Magical Mates is a true treat for the senses!... The love scenes were very well written and add definite spice to a story that would have been fantastic even were they not there. This is saying something because anyone can write some sex scenes and call it a story, but it takes a real master to write a book that has an actual storyline, but then has the added zing of well thought out and written love scenes. If you enjoy stories that have a bit of everything then I highly recommend Maia’s Magical Mates!” Regina, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More. Read the complete review here: http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/maiasmagicalmatesbook3bygigimoore.html#.UhBIHW0pg74
Saturday, August 17, 2013
New Release: MASTERING ANGELA - Passion Peak, Colorado 2
I'm so pleased to announce a new release!! MASTERING ANGELA is book 2 in my Passion Peak, Colorado series!!
Welcome to PASSION PEAK, COLORADO, where cowboys and sexy Doms compete with the mountains as the best scenery in town.
Passion Peak and its twin, Sleepy Cat Peak, are both visible from the town. The Legend of Sleepy Cat Peak holds that when snow covers the mountain, it forms the image of a large cat. When the snow melts earlier than usual, the cat is then awakened early from its slumber and comes into the town, causing havoc for the remainder of the year...
And as if superstitious legends weren't enough, there's a ghost hunter with a reputation for manufacturing fake phenomena hanging around town, trying to get into historic homes to investigate...
Passion Peak, Colorado is a spin-off series from Racy Nights, and like Racy Nights, this series is MFM menage with plenty of kinky sex, consensual BDSM, and an HEA in every book.
BLURB for MASTERING ANGELA:
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, flogging, wax play, sex toys, HEA]
When Angela Davidson asks Doms Nash Stonecraft and Ian Malloy to train her as a submissive, she gets more than a flogging demo. She’s in danger of losing her heart to the two charismatic, sexy Doms. But what will happen when they discover her secret?
Nash Stonecraft doesn’t fall in love. When you love someone, they die. After losing his parents at a young age and having to manage his family’s business ventures on his own, Nash lives a life of mystery and intrigue, including running a private BDSM club in his home. But he’s lonely and unfulfilled, until he meets Angela.
Ian Malloy has been unlucky in love, and he hopes Angela will change all that. But can he share her with Nash without jealousy ripping him apart?
When a fake ghost hunter searching for buried money on Nash’s property shows up and Angela gets caught in the crossfire, both men might lose her forever.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Rock Hard Cover
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Wednesday's Words for August 14, 2013
This past weekend, my beloved and I took a small excursion to the tiny village of St. Jacobs here in Southwestern Ontario. In the heart of Mennonite country, the area—along with another small town called Elmira—has a rich, farming history and despite what many think, the residents have shown themselves amazingly adept at adjusting to the changing times.
St. Jacobs is a huge tourist draw, for nothing brings people in like the enormous Farmer’s Market, just three kilometers outside of the village proper. This was my second trip to the market this year. I went just over a month ago with my daughter. We traditionally go on a Saturday, although the market is open on Tuesdays in the summer as well as Thursday and Saturday all year round.
There are two large buildings and a bevy of tented stalls at the market. In one building you can find meat, cheese, baked goods, produce—everything that a good market has to offer as well as the best apple fritters anywhere. Upstairs there are hand sewn Mennonite crafts, as well as other assorted dry goods. The other building has more of the same and features a food court and mini “flea market”.
One meat we get every time we go, is something you don’t see around here much: smoked pork chops. They’re ready to eat, and we usually have them cold, with salads—a terrific summer meal.
While at the market I made a discovery, this past Saturday. And it pertains to one of the basic differences between men and women.
We usually park near the building that has the meat because they have accessible parking spots there. Unless you arrive very early, you’re looking at a long walk, because the market is extremely popular. So we park close, and I am able to walk through this very large building. It’s crowded, but that usually doesn’t faze me overly much. We spent a good half hour or more there, and made the complete circuit. We bought some of those chops, this time, as well as a couple of rib eye steaks. I wasn’t looking to stock up, but I have in the past bought sausage, and chicken and hamburger. Some of the vendors, local businesses all, have signs that assure the buying public that their meat contains no growth hormones or other harmful chemicals. For those who studiously avoid same, that is an assurance you can take to the bank.
There’re also a couple of bakeries represented in this building. One, The Stone Crock, has quite a presence in the village, with a restaurant, meat shop, café, and ‘bar and grill’ all connected taking up a full block. The other, I have no idea if they have a brick and mortar store of their own, has been at the market for as long as I have been going there, and they always have the best sticky buns and bruschetta.
After we finished our tour of the building, we took the meat to the car, and put it in the cooler bag. We always bring one, that way even on the hottest day we can take some time to tour the rest of the market, which is quite vast, really. Once the meat has been placed in the bag, the wheelchair comes out of the trunk.
Yes, I have a wheelchair, which I use when there is someplace I want to go or see that would require more than a half hour’s walking. It took me a long time to overcome my prideful tendencies and say yes to the chair. But I have and I do, and it’s a blessing because now I can go and see and do, where I could not before.
And that brings me to the difference between men and women.
My beloved never minds pushing this chair—it’s one with small wheels, not the larger, so I really can’t manoeuvre it myself. Anyway, he never minds pushing it—but he never sees the large cracks ahead in the pavement, or ridges on the sidewalks and sometimes, I squeal as the chair hits these ruts and keeps going, but not in the way it’s supposed to go if you know what I mean.
I have told him, not completely jokingly, that if he dumps me on the ground his life will become a living, breathing hell. That gets his attention, which usually is wandering to the things he wants to look at, and not at where I’m going.
The first item on my agenda was peaches. I have it in mind to make peach jam this year, but they’re not ripe enough for that yet in this area. I bought a small basket anyway, for the kids and to make a cobbler with. David needed to stop at one vendor in the next aisle that sells cloth work gloves. Then he asked me, “What do you need to get next?”
Now friends, you know I don’t shop a lot, and I don’t like to shop, normally. But you also know how I like to look at the sparkly, the shiny and the different that you can see at typical “tourist” venues. So I said, “Nothing in particular, I just want to see what’s here.”
Well, I tell you truly I thought he’d entered us in a race! He moved so fast—yes, faster than I have seen him move in some time—that even whipping my head left and right, I could barely see what was being offered, let alone consider buying anything. Oh, and he did a wide sweep around the table that held hundreds of watches. He swore that manoeuvre was totally innocent. He hadn’t meant to deprive me of the chance to buy a new watch (they’re about 10 bucks a piece, so no big cash outlay here). Did I want to go back?
No, said I. That’s quite all right, said I. And it was, really.
Because the next time I go to the market, I’ll have my daughter with me. The watches will certainly still be there. As for my beloved, however, I’m afraid that when it comes to pushing me anywhere I need to go to see and do and consider, well, that’s a task he has now been officially fired from.
Love,
Morgan
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Author of the Week!
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Monday, August 12, 2013
Angelic Forecast ~ #258
'No,' she wails. 'No, you can't...' Her pause is so painful I flinch. 'I'm, I'm trapped.'
Before she mentally speaks it, the vision forms before my mind's eye. Silently, I gasp.
Graela is imprisoned inside a giant crystal. Not just imprisoned, she's been fused, made part of what is called a brain crystal.
'You can't... I'm part of this...' Her words stop.
Graela's agonizing scream fills my head, but not before I detect her precise location.
'What now?' I mentally ask Dhuroth, even as my jet alters her flight path, and arrows toward Graela.
'I will send the series of tone frequencies to your console,' my lion man telepaths. 'The crystal will dissolve. Once Graela is unconscious place her in beam suspension. The crew here will bring her home, and into healing care.'
Within moments, my console illumines with the set of tones. I need merely target the crystal, and touch a button.
Before my thought finishes itself, I am within firing range. A diagram of the hidden fortress shows on my window screen. "That's it," I say to my jet, encouraging her.
My every thought vanishes, and I enter the zone. Once I connect my energy body with Graela, I wait... until...
I press. On screen I see the pattern signature of the tones shoot toward the crystal prison. Boom! Without the boom.
TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
ANGELIC FORECAST ~
The Time of Miracles and Mayhem is Upon Us.
From a February 2013 forecast: "On the freedom front, Let another Year of Miracles and Mayhem Begin. As the flames of freedom spread worldwide, racing ever stronger, ever fiercer -- as liberty seizes the hearts and minds of humanity everywhere, look out! This is the real 'reality show' on planet Earth."
And, so it is.
On the magickal, mystical front, this week, the mysteries of the human heart unfold. For, what most of us have been taught about the 'true power' of the heart has been misleading and severely limited.
Now, this magic, which is the 'heart center' of our being, blooms like the most beautiful rose. Now, the love radiance inside each one of us pours forth, lighting up the world.
This week, the 'Mages of Ages Lost' whirl like dervishes dispelling the conjured fog placed at the time of Avalon. This 'fog' has blinded humanity to our magickal potential, and obstructed our ability to co-create our lives with the Divine One.
On the personal front, this a week that has the potential to send you soaring into the clouds, while taking an emotional dive at the same time. This is because the CHAOS vibration rules.
There are such swift changes taking place in the Aquarian Age energetics of this Earth timeline, that opportunity is your 'good' friend, all while other parts of your life are being torn asunder.
However, this is a perfect week to focus on how to make the best use of these opportunities, and incorporate them into your life. As well, wrap the love of your heart around your loved ones. This will help you and them weather this spinning-chaos storm.
On the paranormal front, a tricky sticky week of more strange beasts witnessed, and discovered. Also, the massive UFO sightings continue, along with reported contacts made with the ETs, inter-dimensional races, and remnant populations on Earth... that is, reported on the alternative, paranormal news sites.
Also, new players have entered the solar-system arena, and the battle for planet Earth. This collection of related races are genetic offshoots of the original Atlanteans.
That is, many of their ancestors once lived in the Atlantis global empire before and during the first catastrophic event. Or, regularly traded with the advanced population during the time of the Great Peace, and the beginning of the Vimana [flying cars] wars.
While there are super advanced races living inside the Earth, who are also from several Atlantean races, they are genetically different, having originated in a different star system.
THIS FORECAST IS CONTINUED AT *TITLE MAGIC* ~titlemagic.blogspot.com~
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~
~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL WEEK ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Siren-BookStrand Author of ~
All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]
When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print
Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
[Three Star Republic]
Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Release Day for Her Dream Dom
Hi, everyone, I'm so excited that release day is finally here, and that I can send my new baby into the world. Her Dream Dom is a short novella of around 16,000 words and focuses on the romance Of Jack Montrose and Sara Deveraux. Trust is a big issue with Sara, and Jack has his work cut out to convince her he has her best interests at heart.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Wednesday's Words for August 7, 2013
This summer’s activities have certainly contrasted with last year’s for us.
Last year at this time we were getting ready to take our fifth trip of the year – to Dallas, for a writer’s conference. We’d already been to Freeport, in the Bahamas, for a week of sun, surf and sand in February. We’d hit Chicago in April and Pennsylvania and Anaheim in July. This year, so far, while I took a week in Florida for a writers’ retreat, we’ve only been to Kansas City, Missouri together. We will be heading down to Pennsylvania next month for a trip that will be a combination of research and a visit with our friends. And that is the second and last “shared” trip David and I have planned for the year.
In November, I’ll be going to Texas for a couple of weeks—another writing retreat and a visit with my publisher—and he’ll be taking the girls—our daughter and our “step-daughter” to Las Vegas.
More shocking than the reality of our reduced travel this year is my beloved’s attitude on the subject. He told me that he’s come to the conclusion that we’ve traveled a lot over the last few years (which we have) and maybe it’s time to do other things, instead. Maybe we don’t have to have four or five excursions a year.
Yes, it was one of those “who are you and what have you done with my husband” moments for me.
We have traveled a lot, and while at least half of those trips have been in support of my career, the rest have been our attempts at feeding my beloved’s sometimes insatiable wanderlust.
Conferences and conventions are important for my career, of course, and I’ve been happy to go, especially when I can meet with my readers. But they can also interfere with the writing, even though I generally take my laptop with me.
I’m not as young as I used to be. And while I would not characterize my health as “failing”, I am at a level of challenge that makes me examine each proposed journey and ask myself how important it is for me to go.
There is no question about going to Texas. My best friend is down there and I need to spend time with her—professionally and spiritually. Of course, the opportunity to visit with my wonderful publisher is something not to be missed either. Both visits will feed my soul, and that is worth the hassle and discomfort traveling inevitably entails.
My beloved still enjoys a road trip better than just about any other kind of excursion. There are all sorts of historical and geological sights to see in Pennsylvania. He’s been underground more than once (I’m claustrophobic and determined to stay on top of the grass), and we’ve been to the Steamtown USA museum a couple of times, too. We’ve visited the sacred ground of Gettysburg, and seen the National Civil War Museum in Harrisburg.
Right around coal country where our friends live, there’s a wealth of historical places. This is the area of the country featured in the movie the Molly Maguire’s, and yes, we’ve been to the haunted jail in Jim Thorpe where some of those real-life men were imprisoned and executed.
Less well known is the violence that erupted at the Lattimer Mine site near Hazleton, Pennsylvania in 1897, an action against striking unarmed immigrant mine workers that resulted in the deaths of 19 men.
And no visit to the area, in my mind, is complete without a stop in Centralia. You can see the devastation and sometimes smell the coal still burning deep underground. It’s not a place to travel through willy-nilly, as subsidence is a very real danger here.
Northeastern Pennsylvania makes for interesting country to set a suspense novel in, when you think about it. Especially a novel that uses abandoned air shafts and possible redoubts built into the heart of the Alleghenies as plot points. One’s imagination can fly in the mountains, and it’s so different from where we live as to feel “exotic”.
And close enough to home, that a day’s drive puts us in the heart of research and history-buff heaven.
Love,
Morgan
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Monday, August 5, 2013
Angelic Forecast ~ #257
"Plans are being made to rescue her and her jet, of course." My lion man gazes deeply into my eyes, and I am his so willing love captive. "When you are rested, my one, we need you to break through the enemy's shield, and mind communicate with her."
I knit my brow, puzzled. "I... I'll do my best. But..."
"I will guide you in the technique. As I have done..."
"In our past life together," I finish.
He nods, my regal powerful lion man. "Come, rest in my arms, my Sh’raka."
***
I close my eyes, blank my mind to white light. My jet streaks toward the dark formidable-looking mountain.
'Graela', I softly invite. Attempting to make telepathic contact, I sing her name like a lullaby. 'I'm here. Talk to me.'
Inside my mind I hear her softly weeping.
'Where are you?' I gently repeat. At the same time, I focus on trying to discover her exact location inside the enemy's fortress complex -- hidden deep beneath the mountain.
'I can't.' Her response is like a quick breeze, gone before I'm able to pinpoint where she's being held prisoner.
'Graela,' I mentally call out to her several times. 'I'm here to free you.'
'No,' she wails. 'No, you can't...' Her pause is so painful I flinch. 'I'm, I'm trapped.'
Before she mentally speaks it, the vision forms before my mind's eye. Silently, I gasp.
Graela is imprisoned inside a giant crystal. Not just imprisoned, she's been fused, made part of what is called a brain crystal.
'You can't... I'm part of this...' Her words stop.
Graela's agonizing scream fills my head, but not before I detect her precise location.
TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
ANGELIC FORECAST ~
Now, the Vipers among us reveal themselves. They have no choice.
Divine intervention, and a confluence of cosmic dynamics, force these anti-humans into the fierce unrelenting glare of the spotlight. Get ready to enter a dystopian 'twilight zone'.
This 'time of revelation' will play out on the public stage, and also in your personal life. However, know this: there will be many who choose to remain blind.
They will continue to exist inside the *Truman Show* world they were taught to believe in, and accept. Or, mind control at it's finest.
Meanwhile, many more of us will realize the world is not as advertized, and has NEVER been as advertized. Now, ACTIVISM tsunamis across the globe.
On the magickal, mystical front, this week, the 'Mages of Ages Lost' take their battle to a new, spiritually ferocious level. Brighter than bright, their light blades slash, spin, and whip through the diabolical blackness that has kept humanity helpless, and enslaved to these ages-old, dark-side magicians.
Breaths of fresh magickal air re-enter the world, lifting humanity toward a greater destiny. The return to the old knowledge, the ancient wise ways, now accelerates.
On the personal front, not an easy week for many of us. However, this will likely be a highly productive week for most of us. *Opportunity* is the watchword.
As well, this is an important week to take care of any lingering financial issue you can. Also, update your records. For, there will be some major changes in how the economy works on the near horizon.
On the paranormal front, likely, the big news will revolve around Big Foot evidence. Also, as ghosts appear more frequently, and in a stronger form, paranoia will grip a small portion of the population -- who will be convinced 'demons' are attacking.
While there is a demonic force, and a subset of ancient-upon-ancient entities, this ghost phenomena illustrates the dimensional shift that has been happening for the last decade. However now, the curtain is being pulled wider between the worlds.
THIS FORECAST IS CONTINUED AT *TITLE MAGIC* ~titlemagic.blogspot.com~
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~
~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL WEEK ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Siren-BookStrand Author of ~
All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]
When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print
Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
[Three Star Republic]
Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.
