Wednesday's Words for September 30, 2015

I have a confession to make. I’m a bit of a pack rat. I don’t know why throwing anything away is so hard for me, but there it is. Every once in a while, I need help. This past week end, I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and since it was her weekend off work, asked my daughter to please come and clean/clear out my office.

She decided she’d do the deed on Sunday. There was a reason for that. She knew I had to go into the city to the nursing office. Then my beloved and I planned to have lunch out before we went grocery shopping. Those chores on the agenda guaranteed that we would be gone while she got a good start on the job.

Two days before the appointed day, when she was here, I started to tell her about how I wanted a few things to be arranged...and she told me to hush. “You’ve asked for my help. Now you must let go and let me help.” My response to that—aside from calling her a cheeky wench—was to wait until she left. Then I sorted through what was in my immediate work area, and took care of everything in that small space. I could live with her arranging the bookshelves, and completely replacing the one small bookshelf that I used for sundry items (our unopened boxes of coffee pods for the Keurig and my entire liquor supply—a small collection of bottles, most of which are several years old).

I wasn’t the only one being ordered about. Our daughter told my husband he must put together the unopened wooden shelf kit so that she could install it in place of the somewhat bowing one that had been there for a couple of years and that she intended to replace.

I let my daughter see that I was somewhat concerned when she arrived Sunday morning, and the first thing she did was to open the contractor-sized garbage bag she brought with her and grin like a maniac. I was going to ask her to use the recycling bin when possible, but I knew what that request would net me. She’d do what she liked, regardless. I wasn’t really worried that she would throw out anything important. She has a pretty good sense of what I want/need and what I don’t.

My daughter and I pretty much see eye to eye on most things. There is, however, one area in which we do not agree, and I would say the fact this is so, was inevitable.

I know my daughter believes that she and I are making “the transition”. Those of you who are in your thirties or forties with elderly parents know what I’m talking about. There comes a point, if you’re fortunate enough to have your parents still alive as you move into your middle years, when you begin to assume some responsibility for them. As they age and their faculties begin to wane, you begin to do little things to help them. You check on them and see to it that they’re well. Maybe you make sure of their medical appointment schedule, get them there, or make sure their medications are up to date. You check the fridge to see that they have the food necessary to eat healthy meals.

And as you perform these services it almost seems as if you become the parent to your parent who’s now like your child. That’s what I call the transition.

That’s where my daughter’s mind set is heading and all I can say to that is a good, old-fashioned Southern “bless her heart”.

Yes, I’m 61. Do I have trouble walking? Oh, you bet I do. Every step is a challenge especially right now, as I begin to work at regaining my stamina after three weeks of being less mobile than usual because of my surgery. But do my physical limitations translate into metal or intellectual feebleness?

Hell, no.

My daughter does have a good heart. She works as a nurse’s aide. She gives to her clients in the community—most of them elderly—and often to a degree that is above and beyond expectations. There have been a few in the local nursing home who don’t have family visiting them, and she makes sure they have a gift at Christmas—and yes, it comes out of her own pocket.

I am sure that when the time eventually comes for me to have someone “supervise” me, she’ll do a really good job. But that day is far from now.

In the meantime, I am happy to have her work for a day cleaning, clearing, and feeling superior as long as at the end of the day, things are easier for me to manage.

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

Angelic Forecast ~ #369

 
"Not ever again," I echo. "Your prayers are powerful, my lion man."

We walk side-by-side in the way of lovers. "Do your horses come inside often?" I ask.

"Those who are well behaved are welcome. Right, Xieres." Dhuroth takes hold of the bridle, then affectionately strokes the beast's face and neck.

"Will our animals from Mars get along with your animals here?" I ask, offering my palm to Xieres so he can sniff me.

The strange horse snuffles for moments, then nuzzles my hand in what appears to be acceptance. I smile with happiness. Somehow my lion man and I will make a home here.

For an instant, I think of Earth, my life there. Sadness wells up inside me. Gone. Gone with the evil winds.

Will it be forever?

And Mars, my life with Dhuroth, has been unbelievably wonderful and unbelievably challenging. I've grown in ways I never ever dreamed possible. I've recovered parts of myself I never knew had been lost.

"I am certain we can persuade our animals to become a family. Although, I have built separate facilities for them." Dhuroth snaps me back from my reverie with his words.

He takes up my hand, and we move toward the doorway, Xieres following. As we step outside I see a rainbow of colors bannering across the sky. I pause in awe.

As we stand, enjoying the magnificent display of color, we clasp hands lovingly. I rest my head on Dhuroth's huge arm. Hope for a good future mixes with flashes of stomach-queasy uncertainty. I recall those times before in my life when everything became chaos and horror.

Sadness sits beside acceptance, and I speak from my soul. "It's always about beginning again, isn't it?"

"In this arrangement of timelines, so it is, my one. But I long for more stability, to build a permanent life that is treasured each and every day. Where happiness is more important than war."

Dhuroth's soul answers me.

"More important than war," I repeat. "Once upon an age of time ago, we had that, didn't we?"

"We did, my love." He strokes the hand I have placed on his chest over his heart. "Many of us work toward that day again."

"You know... this sounds kind of strange. But I'm remembering the scene in GONE WITH THE WIND where Scarlett O'Hara has been widowed... she's wearing black as was done in those times... and she's relegated to serving punch at the ball instead of dancing ... she's playing the part of grieving widow, but her feet are dancing to the tune behind the table... yeah, Scarlett had her human faults, alright... she wasn't in love the man she stole from her sister... and yet, there's something to be said for being totally bored with war..." I pause, gathering my thoughts. "I mean, shouldn't we be dancing through life, having fun, enjoying and buildihng good lives? Instead of having wars, and more wars...instead of destroying lives and land... and destroying all that's good in life?" 

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The Rise of Everything Mystic Overtakes the World ... At Ram-Charging Speed, the GOOD and the Bad Forces Battle, Shaking the Planet ... Prepare Your Minds, Hearts, and Souls 

On the AWAKENING front, The Majestic and Magnificent Rise of the Planet's Lightworkers ... In the Night Sky, They Will Shine Like Venus, the Planet of Love

From the prior forecast: "We are Spirit. We are able to fly above this ceaseless, CIRCUS-CIRCUS-noisy propaganda from the dark-side powers that be.

Soar toward WHO YOU ARE, not toward who these social engineers want you to be. Within you is the power of the Universe."

From a previous forecast: "The Incorruptible Light Is Activating Across the Planet

From the Full Light Universe, the Incorruptible Light Is Here ... and Your DNA Is Resonating

The frequency of light in this Earth realm, like lasers, can be used for extreme good or extreme evil. Now comes the LIGHT which cannot be corrupted, but is only of the GOOD.

Out of this, watch for the majestic rise of those lightworkers who are tuned in, and merely waiting for this Divine opportunity to bring forth the evolution-revolution of humanity -- thus, to bring forth the full potential of the Aquarian Age."

On the magickal, mystical front, this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' begin the long process of revealing humankind's ages and ages of history/herstory on planet Earth, in the solar system, and in the galaxy at large. They swing and slash their mighty lightblades, clearing away the epic confusion and untruths.

On the personal front, this week is likely to be part confusion and part unusual clarity of mind and thought. There could be 'realizations' which will alter your view of life as a whole and/or on a personal level. If you want knowledge about the BIG QUESTIONS of life, this is the time to seek answers and understandings.

Also, this week is perfect for your pet projects, either to start them, complete them, or make good progress. As well, this is a good time to assist others with their favorite projects.

On the LOVE side of life, relationships will either strengthen dramatically or fall apart at the seams. If you are faced with challenges, you must decide to repair a broken relationship or let it go for the good of all concerned.

On the paranormal front, The Paranormal/Supernatural Continues to Pour Out of the Proverbial Closet and Phoenix-soar On Many-splendored Wings

On the BIGFOOT and UFO front, BLURB: "Paranormal Events ~ Saturday - September 26, 2015 ~ George Knapp welcomed ex-military law enforcement officer, Troy Hudson ~honobiabigfoot.com~ who ... detail(ed) his extensive knowledge of Bigfoot history in the woods of Honobia, OK, on the eve of the city's annual Sasquatch festival. In the second hour, writer and reporter Lee Speigel ~leespeigel.com~ reflected on the 40th anniversary of a dramatic UFO event that took place in Lumberton, North Carolina, and became the very first multiple-witness encounter of an unknown triangular or boomerang craft." ~coasttocoastam.com/show/2015/09/26~

On the ET front, ARTICLE: "Vatican Prepping ET Signal? Jesuit Who Gave Tom Horn Several Interviews For 'Exo-Vaticana' And Believes That 'Aliens Have Souls' Is Named Director Of Vatican Observatory By Petrus Romanus" 
~skywatchtv.com/2015/09/22/vatican-prepping-et-signal-jesuit-who-gave-tom-horn-several-interviews-for-exo-vaticana-and-believes-that-aliens-have-souls-is-named-director-of-vatican-observato~

On the MARS front, ARTICLE: "Stonehenge on Mars? UFO hunter spots strange rock formation on red planet
RT | A “small cluster of rocks that resembles famous rock structure in England.”

*MARSHENGE* ARTICLE: "Stonehenge-style rocks spotted on MARS: Bizarre circular stone formation on the red planet resembles the iconic Pagan site
    Alien hunters claim to have spotted a stone circle on the surface of Mars
    They claim it resembles the famous Stonehenge formation in Wiltshire
    However, experts have warned that stone circles can also form naturally
    It is the latest in a long line of strange 'objects' spotted in images of Mars"
~dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3247514/Stonehenge-MARS-Bizarre-circular-stone-formation-red-planet-spotted-resembles-iconic-Pagan-site.html~

On the BLOOD MOON front, ARTICLE: BLOOD MOON: Now apocalyptical trumpet noise from the sky appears over Manchester
BIZARRE noises that some people have claimed signal an impending apocalypse have been heard over Manchester and other northern cities.
~express.co.uk/news/science/606251/BLOOD-MOON-Now-apocalyptical-trumpet-noise-from-the-sky-appears-over-Manchester~

On the MYSTERIOUS BOOMS front, ARTICLE: "New Booms Over Britain and British Columbia
The mysterious booms kept booming over parts of Great Britain last week with no explanations but plenty of speculations. Meanwhile, earth-shaking noises were heard in an area of British Columbia that had local baby boomers remembering a similar and very expensive sound in the 60s.
A baffling boom was heard by many witnesses in Kingsholm, Gloucester, the evening of September 9th. Local media reported residents leaving their homes and taking to the streets as the boom shook houses and sounded to some as if it were in the immediate vicinity. The single loud noise had no aftershocks and was not accompanied by lights, smells, craters, smoke or other evidence to indicate its source. There have been no explanations so far."
~mysteriousuniverse.org/2015/09/new-booms-over-britain-and-british-columbia~

On the *past revealing itself* front, ARTICLE: "Petroglyphs Left in Canada by Scandinavians 3,000 Years Ago?" ~ancient-origins.net/ancient-places-americas/petroglyphs-left-canada-scandinavians-3000-years-ago-003942~

ARTICLE: "Ancient Egyptian Manuscript Found That Describes 'Multiple Gates' And Powerful Immortal Guardians At 'Elaborate Architectonic Structure' A certain holy place that is protected by multiple gates and their powerful guardians.
“In the segment that was used in the so-called Book of Two Ways, the speaker is approaching an elaborate architectonic structure with a highly restricted access,” said Sherbiny. “A certain holy place that is protected by multiple gates and their powerful guardians. These latter are characterised as supernatural beings with immense magical powers. The texts in the scroll contain this specific and magical knowledge that is required to pass safely by these dangerous beings and get access to the divine restricted area behind the gates.” 
~skywatchtv.com/2015/09/22/calling-tom-horn-and-cris-putnam-evidence-of-the-path-of-the-immortals-ancient-egyptian-manuscript-found-that-describes-multiple-gates-and-powerful-immortal-guardians-at-e~

On the "Animal Versus Drone* front, VIDEO: "Stop Watching Us!: Compilation of Animals Attacking Drones
No one likes being spied on, even animals
A brilliant video compilation shows numerous instances in which animals of all shapes and sizes defend their privacy by attacking surveillance drones."
~infowars.com/stop-watching-us-compilation-of-animals-attacking-drones~

On the SINKHOLE front, 'The whole beach was disappearing': Campers describe the terrifying moment they were forced to flee a massive sinkhole which suddenly opened up and swallowed their cars and caravans
    Giant sinkhole has swallowed vehicles near Queensland's Rainbow Beach
    Around 140 forced to evacuate after hole opened up at 11pm at Inskip Point
    Campers have described the terrifying moment they were forced to flee
    Police confirmed that no one has been reported missing or injured
By Cindy Tran for Daily Mail Australia
Published: 18:05 EST, 26 September 2015
~dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3250475/A-car-caravan-camping-trailer-disappear-giant-SINKHOLE-size-football-field-opened-Queensland-beach.html~ 

THIS FORECAST IS CONTINUED AT *TITLE MAGIC* ~titlemagic.blogspot.com~  
 
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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Wednesday's Words for September 23, 2015

It’s the first day of autumn. That seems later this year, as for some reason, my mind thinks the change of season day is always the twenty-first of the month. That’s because when my brain finally matured, whatever was “normal” at that time—be it the price of a loaf of bread, the proper way to wear jeans, i.e., cinched at the waist and not mid-way down the butt crack, or the day the season changed—became normal for me, forever.

We get set in our ways, but maybe we should take a lesson from Mother Nature. She doesn’t get set in her ways at all. She has no problem having hissy fit after hissy fit, and does whatever the hell she wants. I wish someone would give that lady a tranquilizer so she could mellow out.

My beloved and I always note the day when we think the season changed from summer to autumn, and it’s usually a week or more in advance of the actual, official, first day of fall. Summer seems to have a sky that is a rich, vibrant blue, a blue with depth to it. Then comes a day, usually lately near the end of August, when we notice the sky isn’t that rich blue anymore. The shade seems a bit lighter—and even if the sun burns hot on that day there’s a quality to the air and combined, those two signals, to us, scream “autumn”.

And usually within a couple of days of that, we see the first tiny sign in the leaves on some of the trees we pass as we drive—a few tiny little traitors who, tired of life, have let it go and allowed the yellow or red to infiltrate their tiny leafy bodies.

We have a walnut tree that stands at the corner of our porch. This tree is the last in the area to gain its leaves, and the first to lose them. As soon as the walnuts are formed—these nuts are only edible to the squirrels—then the tree has fulfilled its annual purpose, and its leaves turn and begin to drop. It is generally bare by the time the neighbors’ maple trees have turned color. There is constant leaf raking to be done here from mid September to late October.

This constant, seasonal reality for us is going to prove a boon this year for our youngest grandson. He’s 13 now, and eager to earn money. We’ve hired him to be our lawn boy, and we’re hoping he will want to work next year, too, cutting grass. He already cuts the small yard at his own home, with an old fashioned push mower. But he’ll be 14 in January, old enough to learn how to use our electric mower.

This has been a fast year for me, mostly because I tried to focus on not thinking about my health. We only took the one excursion in the summer, and that was to Pennsylvania. And as I’d already had my surgery booked by then, the time flew while my mind was otherwise occupied.

And while I am having, for the time being, to have my one incision re-bandaged every day—necessitating a trip into the city to see the nurse—I already feel better than I have in a long time. I’m hoping that by the time Christmas rolls around, these issues will be firmly in the past.

Bumps in the road are always unexpected, and quite often unpleasant. But they happen to everyone, and they’re the reason for my favorite axiom.

Challenging times don’t come to stay—they come to pass.

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

Angelic Forecast ~ #368

 
I let Dhuroth's words flow fiercely through me. I let the exhilaration -- the wonderfulness I feel fill me -- and I savor. 'Yes," I finally, softly say.

My lion man turns toward me. "This must remain a slow process, my one. If we build the light river too quickly, it will overflow in the wrong direction."

"Oh," I say.

Dhuroth smiles his patented, warm and generous smile. The one he reserves for me. I warm up as if I've stepped out of a hot shower. Gently, he claims my elbow. "Why don't we take care of Xieres, my horse. Then we'll settle in. This place needs my woman's touch."

"Mmm...mmm. I need your touch," I say as I rove my hand over his spectacular chest. "But yes, let's take of Xieres. Do you have other such horse creatures here?" Yeah, my curiosity owns me. And given my love of horses, I'm totally intrigued about the unusual looking beast.

"There are many different types of equines in this dimensional realm. I have already selected several for you." Subtly tightening his grip on my elbow, Dhuroth ushers me toward the archway.

I know he was about to kiss me. I saw it in his glitter-dark eyes. My lips complain feeling abandoned.

"We need to leave the light river," he explains. Yes, he often reads my mind, especially when it comes to our passion for each other.

"Several horses," I say. " You did trust me to fly through the cosmos, and find you."

"My prayers were often and mighty, my one woman. I have no desire to be without you. Not ever again."

"Not ever again," I echo. "Your prayers are powerful, my lion man."

We walk side-by-side in the way of lovers. "Do your horses come inside often?" I ask.

"Those who are well behaved are welcome. Right, Xieres." Dhuroth takes hold of the bridle, then affectionately strokes the beast's face and neck.

"Will our animals from Mars get along with your animals here?" I ask, offering my palm to Xieres so he can sniff me.

The strange horse snuffles for moments, then nuzzles my hand in what appears to be acceptance. I smile with happiness. Somehow my lion man and I will make a home here.

For an instant, I think of Earth, my life there. Sadness wells up inside me. Gone. Gone with the evil winds.

Will it be forever?

And Mars, my life with Dhuroth, has been unbelievably wonderful and unbelievably challenging. I've grown in ways I never ever dreamed possible. I've recovered parts of myself I never knew had been lost.

 "I am certain we can persuade our animals to become a family. Although, I have built separate facilities for them." Dhuroth snaps me back from my reverie with his words.

He takes up my hand, and we move toward the doorway, Xieres following. As we step outside I see a rainbow of colors bannering across the sky. I pause in awe.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

A TRUTH Renaissance of Discovery ... the People of the World AWAKEN In Quantum Leaps and Bounds Battling the Mystery Overlords of Evil

On the world front, WOMEN Warriors Arise. Now is the time for every woman to learn how to defend yourself!!! For, there is a global-elite war against women that is, in part, using male chauvinism and religious dogma to conquer the FEMININE SPIRIT. To grind every woman beneath the brutal fist of tyranny.

On the magickal, mystical front, this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' tornadically whirl through the ethers of Earth, swiping away the black-magick barriers erected by the Viper elite. This will be seen in several victories over those on the wrong side of truth and justice. And peace.

However, those defeated will declare 'they' are on the right side of truth and justice. For, all is UPSIDE DOWN in these turnpoint times.

On the personal front, this week make certain you batten down the hatches, both mentally and in your physical domain. This is a good time to check out ways to make your home more secure. At the same time, toughen yourself mentally. For, a time of defense is coming upon us.

Also, this is a great week to prepare your home environment for the change of seasons. And if you garden, enjoy Fall time planting. As always, stock up. In some areas, there will likely be several 'severe' wintry storms this year.

As far as career, keep transitioning into a way of caring for yourself and others that does not depend on the current monetary system. Dust off those time-honored skills which have benefitted humanity in the past.

On the paranormal front, UFOS, AND MORE UFOS Across the Country, Across the World

They're everywhere, they're everywhere... and they'll keep on coming. During the winter season more sighting than ever will be reported.

BLURB: "STS-48 Footage ...practicing attorney and paranormal researcher, Mark Peters, addressed the evidence for alien visitation and the reality of the UFO phenomenon. He specifically cited the famed STS-48 video footage which was captured from space shuttle Discovery in September of 1991. "When I first saw this video," he declared, "it sent shivers down my spine." Peters marveled that the film appears to show a pair of UFOs flying at incredible speeds, reversing direction, and even seemingly being shot at from the Earth. He criticized NASA's explanation that the objects were merely ice crystals, arguing that such a claim is unlikely given the speeds and behavior exhibited by the UFOs. In light of his skepticism surrounding the official explanation for the footage, Peters revealed that he is contemplating filing a lawsuit against NASA in order to gain new insights into the making of the enigmatic film.
As to why the UFO in the STS-48 footage was being shot at, Peters theorized that it may have been done to dissuade the craft from visiting the planet because the 'powers that be' want to keep the reality of the phenomenon a secret from an unknowing populace. To that end, he also surmised that the changing of the camera angle during the film was a deliberate maneuver by NASA to obscure the UFO from view after the space agency realized it had been caught on camera. Beyond that, Peters acknowledged the chilling possibility that the craft may have been determined to be hostile to the planet and, thus, the shooting could have been a defensive action. Regardless of the motive behind the shooting, Peters expressed consternation that such actions are being undertaken in secret without the input of the general population.
~coasttocoastam.com/show/2015/09/17~
 Websites: sts48.com, interworldinstitute.com

On the *Super Ancient Civilization* front, ARTICLE: "Highly Advanced Ancient Underwater City Discovered to be 32,000 Years Old CONTRIBUTOR: The Unsilent Majority. Dwarka, which translated means “gateway,” is an ancient city submerged off the coast of India that has also come to be known as “The Atlantis of the East.” In fact, it is not one city, but two cities that are larger than Manhattan Island, and artifacts recovered from those cities..." ~beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2015/09/highly-advanced-ancient-underwater-city-discovered-to-be-32000-years-old-3216138.html~

On the PTEROSAUR front, BLURB: "Flying 'Pterosaur' Filmed Over Idaho Neighborhood
A video recently posted to YouTube purports to show a prehistoric reptile soaring over a neighborhood in Boise, Idaho. Critics have suggested it could be a computer-generated hoax or possibly a radio controlled glider. According to Unexplained Mysteries, sightings of winged creatures are not uncommon in the United States. In 1977 three boys in Illinois were allegedly pursued by two gigantic birds, one of which caught and briefly carried away one of the boys before dropping him."
~coasttocoastam.com/pages/flying-pterosaur-filmed-over-idaho-neighborhood~

On the CHUPACABRA front, BLURB: "In Search of the Chupacabra ~ Saturday - September 19, 2015
Host Richard Syrett was joined by Fortean researcher Nick Redfern ~nickredfernfortean.blogspot.com~ for a discussion on his recent travels along the rugged back country of Puerto Rico, Mexico, and Texas, investigating the continuing legacy of the fearsome Chupacabra." ~coasttocoastam.com/show/2015/09/19~

On the LIFE BEFORE BIRTH front, BLURB: "Memories of Life Before Birth ~  Friday September 18, 2015
Did you know that many people have spontaneous memories of their lives before birth, and of coming into the womb? Elizabeth and Neil Carman didn't know that either, until they began meeting such people. Join them as they tell Whitley Strieber the wonderful story of before-life memory, and describe some cases with surprising validation. For example, there are people who have accurately described where their parents were during the moment of conception.
Others, like Whitley Strieber, have memories of entering the womb, and in the second half of the show, he asks the Carmans about what such memories may mean, and whether or not those who don't have them could recover them.
This interview with two deeply spiritual and yet rigorous researchers opens a door into an almost unknown aspect of human experience: memories of the mysterious world from which we came."
The Carman's website is CosmicCradle.com
~unknowncountry.com/dreamland/latest~

On the *ABANDON MOTHERSHIP EARTH* front, ARTICLE: "Are The Elite Building Space Ships To Escape The World That They Destroy?
By Stefan Stanford - All News Pipeline - Live Free Or Die
The headline of the story at the Guardian caught us by surprise this morning and made us ask, is this another sign of things to come after reading the story, "What If The Mega-Rich Just Want Rocket Ships To Escape The Earth They Destroy?"
At 1st we thought it was some kind of joke until we researched it ourselves to find out that, indeed, several of the 'elitists' are now investing their money in space ships and space travel and as shared in the brand new video below from FaceLikeTheSun, are the elite now attempting to escape the damage that they have done by escaping off to other planets, Mars possibly?
Asking us why does everyone who achieves financial dominance over the planet immediately turn around and try to get off of it, are we simply watching the elite with their new play things or is there something much more to Amazon's Jess Bezos, Tesla's Elon Musk and Virgin Galactic's Richard Branson decisions to invest their money in helping people get off the planet Earth?
Just over 500 days ago, we were warned that we only had 500 days to 'avoid climate chaos' by French Foreign Minister Laurent Fabius; have we reached a point in time when the planet is no longer 'saveable' and the 'new world order' has decided to vacate it before its' final destruction? As our videographer argues here, are the elite attempting to escape the 'firmament'?"
~allnewspipeline.com/Rich_Building_Rockets_To_Escape_Earth.php~

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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~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list

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Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]

Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

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Wednesday's Words for September 16, 2015

I want to thank everyone who took the time to send me best wishes over the last two weeks. I was completely overwhelmed by so many prayers on my behalf. Thank you all very much.

As you know, I was scheduled for the removal of my gallbladder on Friday, September 4th. I was very hopeful that I would receive the laparoscopic procedure and not what they call the “full surgical” one.

I was very fortunate, because that is exactly what happened. It was 9:45am when I was wheeled into the operating room, and it was approaching 1 pm when I was wheeled out to the car.

My beloved had previously booked the week after my surgery as his September “staycation”. I know that the week he ended up with was not the one he’d hoped for. He had planned to just be home but had thought we might take a day trip or two. That of course didn’t happen. He managed to do a lot of reading, and he “binged watched” a couple of historical television dramas. He and his daughter attended a local annual village-wide yard sale. He stayed up late and slept in late—in other words, he rested. That’s what a staycation is for.

I had shopped before my surgery, loading up on various frozen entrees for the duration, as David doesn’t like to cook at all. Unfortunately the first few days the temperatures were way too high to have the oven on. So one night we had one of the entrees done in the microwave, and then we made do with sandwiches. And since I didn’t have much of an appetite that was fine by me.

Although I was lucky to end up receiving the laparoscopic procedure, this entire adventure has not been smooth sailing. One thing that went exactly as hoped, I received my edit just a few days after my surgery. I was able to get the work done, spending an hour and a half at a time behind the keyboard.

I was determined to meet my professional obligations—but I was also determined to do exactly what I was told to do in order to heal. I spent most of my time either in my lounger or in my bed. I rested. I napped. On day 6 post-op, my main incision site, the one called the umbilical site, hurt more than the day before, not less. I was afraid it might be infected—but no one else seemed to think so. Over the weekend, of course, it became clear that it was infected. I got antibiotics, and was told to contact my surgeon on Monday, which I did.

I won’t go into the gory details. Suffice it to say I now understand about having an incision reopened, drained, and then packed. I’ve also added a trip into the city next door to my agenda every day for the next while, at least, to a nursing office where my bandage is changed daily.

Though I have work I need to do, I am taking a few more days to rest. Monday night, after seeing the surgeon, was the first decent sleep I’d had since the Thursday before.

 I realize that many people deal with far worse things than what I am going through, and I really try not to think about it too much. It’s only temporary, after all. In a month or two these last couple of weeks will all be just a memory.

I’ve even decided there’s value to still not having much of an appetite. Maybe when I go for my regular check up in November, I’ll have lost another 10 pounds.

It’ll be a hard-won loss, but I’ll take it.

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

Angelic Forecast ~ #367

We enter a good-sized, circular room that has been darkened, yet is not inky black. Instantly, an ethereal river of light manifests in the center.

Not large, this white glimmery light flows through the room. As Dhuroth and I approach, the light strengthens, and pulses faster.

"When this light river fills most of the room," my lion man guides me closer, "and is almost blinding, the link will be established between this dimension and our Mars home."

Transfixed by the unusual quality and appearance of the white stream, I ask, "How does the light river strengthen? And why did it increase just now?"

"Our energy together, our love for each other, has nourished the light."

I watch Dhuroth place his hand, palm down, above the shining waves. The river of light widens significantly, and I step back.

"Do as I do," my lion man encourages, even as the ephemeral river encroaches on his body. He does not move. "Our light river will not carry us away. Not yet. It is safe, my one. Wade on in."

Tentatively, I move nearer, and imitating Dhuroth, I hover my hand above the streaming light. Wow! A blast of energy seizes me.

I can't express the sensation...unlike any I've experienced so far. But it's as if I've blissfully exploded inside...yet there's a solid sense of power, like being an unmoving mountain.

"Wait until we make love, my woman. Our time river will reflect our fierce bold passion."

I let Dhuroth's words flow fiercely through me. I let the exhilaration -- the wonderfulness I feel fill me -- and I savor. 'Yes," I finally, softly say.

My lion man turns toward me. "This must remain a slow process, my one. If we build the light river too quickly, it will overflow in the wrong direction."

"Oh," I say.

Dhuroth smiles his patented, warm and generous smile. The one he reserves for me. I warm up as if I've stepped out of a hot shower. Gently, he claims my elbow. "Why don't we take care of Xieres, my horse. Then we'll settle in. This place needs my woman's touch."

"Mmm...mmm. I need your touch," I say as I rove my hand over his spectacular chest. "But yes, let's take of Xieres. Do you have other such horse creatures here?" Yeah, my curiosity owns me. And given my love of horses, I'm totally intrigued about the unusual looking beast.

"There are many different types of equines in this dimensional realm. I have already selected several for you." Subtly tightening his grip on my elbow, Dhuroth ushers me toward the archway.

I know he was about to kiss me. I saw it in his glitter-dark eyes. My lips complain feeling abandoned.

"We need to leave the light river," he explains. Yes, he often reads my mind, especially when it comes to our passion for each other.

"Several horses," I say. " You did trust me to fly through the cosmos, and find you."

"My prayers were often and mighty, my one woman. I have no desire to be without you. Not ever again."

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The Hidden Ancient Bloodline Wars -- Once Wiped From the Human Memory, Now Furiously Flare Up ... For, the Great Resolution Is Here

Once upon a time upon Earth and in the solar system, there were the great bloodline wars. This epic conflict has never ended. Now it must end for humanity to progress, and ascend.

On the magickal, mystical front, this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' fiercely swing and swipe their mighty lightblades, cutting away another layer of the Viper elite's black sorcery. This will expose more of the 'evil hidden ones' to the public at large.

However, sheeple denial will continue for some. On the positive side, more of the BRAVE ONES, and the Aquarian Age Renegades, will be activated by the coming revelations.

On the personal front, this week will be tough for some as events wildly swing back and forth. Regardless, this is a time to pay close attention to the world around you. Thus, to take immediate and protective actions where needed.

This week also offers an opportunity to discover who your true friends are, and are not. As well, gracefully extricate yourself from relationships that no longer work, or have proven to be detrimental.

On the good opportunity front, begin a project that is near and dear to your heart. For, the cosmic energies are on your side.

On the paranormal front, The Supernatural World of Border Patrol

BLURB: "Border Patrol Tales
Retired Border Patrol agent Rocky Elmore discussed the strange, sad and paranormal events he witnessed while working in an isolated no-man's land in the mysterious Otay Mountains near San Diego. According to Native American lore, Elmore said, the mountains were considered a sacred location that humans were forbidden from visiting because they could upset the evil spirits that allegedly lived there. Despite this history, Elmore and his colleagues were forced to patrol the area after it became a high traffic location for illegal immigrants attempting to enter America. "There were literally hundreds and hundreds of people every night coming over," he recalled, noting that nearly 300 people died trying to make the difficult trek during his years working there. Over time, Elmore had a number of odd experiences in the Otay Mountains and became privy to similar stories from his colleagues.
One frequent tale shared by several agents working in the area was of a spirit that Elmore called "the little girl in white," because she appeared to be a three-year-old child wearing a white nightgown and possessing an eerie glow about her. In one encounter, a pair of agents spotted the girl standing beneath a tree at three in the morning. After staring at the men for a few minutes, she simply faded away, leaving them with a feeling of profound sadness. On another occasion, an agent spotted the girl lying face down in a small creek. Thinking that she was a drowning victim, the agent went back to his vehicle to call for help. "When he looked back over at the water, she was gone," Elmore said, "and he looked down beside him and she was standing next to him looking straight up at him."
He also recounted an unsettling Bigfoot story from early in his career patrolling the Otay Mountains. During a midnight shift, Elmore and his group got lost due to some fog in the area, so they followed the Otay River to regain their bearings. While doing so, they heard a solitary splash in the water, but could not decipher what caused it. Later that night, some agents were called to investigate suspicious traffic on the mountain. As they were investigating it, the men were suddenly called back by their supervisor who, using thermal imaging technology, saw that there was a very large predator following them. Initially, the incident was attributed to a very large mountain lion, but a few months later, the supervisor confided in some co-workers that he had spotted "a large bipedal creature coming up from the Otay River," boasting a massive heat signature, and seemingly stalking the unsuspecting agents."  ~coasttocoastam.com/show/2015/09/11~
Website: rockyelmore.com
Book: Out on Foot: Nightly Patrols and Ghostly Tales of a U.S. Border Patrol Agent

On the OUT OF THIS WORLD front, BLURB: "VIDEO: Can You Speak Venusian? This Man Does
In an intriguing video a man demonstrated his knowledge of the language of Venus and other worlds to a famed British TV host.
Sir Patrick Moore, who hosted "The Sky At Night" tele-series on the BBC, often presented unconventional free thinkers and so-called "fringe" believers. One guest was aged pensioner Bernard Byron, who not only claimed to speak Venusian and Plutonian but other intergalactic tongues as well.
Byron claimed aliens from Krugar Planet 60 transmitted their thoughts into his brain directly "through rays". While he said, he knew of the Martians, he did not speak their tongue. He also showed examples of the extraterrestrials' writing - weird unearthly glyphs. Translating one of the pieces to English, Byron said that they had a message from beyond the stars and would soon reveal proof of their existence."
~coasttocoastam.com/pages/video-can-you-speak-venusian-this-man-does~

On the AFTERLIFE front, BLURB: "Channeling Erik ~ Date: Saturday - September 12, 2015
Host Dave Schrader welcomed Dr. Elisa Medhus, who discussed how she had never believed in the afterlife until her son Erik suddenly died at the age of twenty and then began communicating with her from the Other Side. Based her background as a physician as well as being raised in an atheist household, Medhus said, she struggled to cope with the loss of her son, since the idea that he could exist elsewhere was an unfathomable possibility. She also recalled having deep reservations about allowing herself to believe in an afterlife because "if I did believe and I found out it was all just a bunch of nonsense, it would be like losing Erik all over again." However her perspective began to change three days after Erik's death when her father called her to report a vivid encounter with his spirit. This revelation led Medhus to begin investigating afterlife research in the hopes of learning "what happened to my son."
One evening, about a month after that, Medhus had her own encounter with Erik. Moments before going to sleep, she suddenly saw him jumping back and forth on the bed. As she watched this unfold before her eyes, Erik realized that she could see him and he rushed into her arms for an embrace. "That hug, it was just amazing," she marveled, "it felt so solid and real." In the ensuing months, Erik began to make his presence known by playfully turning on faucets, locking doors, and hiding objects from his family. Eventually, she enlisted the help of various psychic mediums and spirit translators as a way of establishing a communicative link with her late son. Through these exchanges, Medhus said, she has learned much about how the afterlife works and has lost her own fear of death as a result.
Joining the conversation in the latter half of the program, psychic medium Kim Babcock discussed her work channeling Erik. She revealed that he began communicating with her by first playfully knocking his mother's book off of Babcock's bookshelf and then giving it to her in a dream. In turn, Babcock reached out to Medhus, who was duly impressed with her skills. "She was just so amazing and natural," Medhus said, "the information she gave me was just so him." Babcock attributed this to Erik's bold personality and "crystal clear" messages. According to her, Erik's ability to communicate proved to be so adept that he began assisting her in other sessions in order to help facilitate messages between the Other Side and her other clients. In the final hour, Babcock channeled Erik live on the air for listener calls and questions about the afterlife and their departed loved ones."  
~coasttocoastam.com/show/2015/09/12~
Website(s): channelingerik.com, kimsdivineconnection.com

On the ANCIENT MANIPULATED DNA front, BLURB: "Has Human DNA Been Manipulated? ~ Friday September 11, 2015
Are significant numbers of humanity the product of an ancient and advanced alien civilization? Have we, across the millennia, been periodically modified and refined as a species? In short, has our genetic make-up been manipulated by otherworldly beings that view human civilization as one big lab experiment?
This week, Nick Redfern makes a fascinating case for the strangeness of our DNA. What happened to cause the enormous leap from Neanderthal to Cro Magnon man 45,000 years ago? In contrast to what had happened in human development in the past, they were a long evolutionary leap ahead of all that had come before. That gap has not yet been explained.
Or has it? Listen as Nick makes his case!"
Nick's website is NickRedfernForteanBlogspot.
~unknowncountry.com/dreamland/latest~

On the THERE BE GIANTS front, ARTICLE: "The Book Of Giants Found Amid The Dead Sea Scrolls And The Destruction Of The Nephilim | Alternative
Paranormal Stories (Before It's News)
More than 60 years ago, excavations at the Qumran Caves revealed almost one thousand ancient scrolls that offered important glimpses into humanity’s past. Archaeologists were stumped to find one unusual text among these, a scroll that offers clues regarding the demise of the Nephilim. It is called The Book of Giants. The Bible makes several references to the Nephilim and most of them can be found in the book of Genesis."
~beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2015/09/the-book-of-giants-found-amid-the-dead-sea-scrolls-and-the-destruction-of-the-nephilim-3213102.html~

On the MARS front, Okay, How Evil-Stupid Is This Plan???

HEADLINE-SNIPPET: "Elon Musk reveals plan to drop thermonuclear weapons on Mars to prepare planet for humans
London Independent | Business magnate compared to Superman villain Lex Luthor."

THIS FORECAST IS CONTINUED AT *TITLE MAGIC* ~titlemagic.blogspot.com~  
 
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]
~~~~~~

~~~ 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.

Angelic Forecast ~ #366

"You have. Once upon a time in the Golden Age of Atlantis, as the civilization is called in these times, there were contests." Dhuroth pauses, and sensually strokes my arms. "We would often enter these manifesting contests. You beat me more times than I care to remember."

The amusement in his voice tickles me. I finish my first experimental manifestation and gingerly take hold of the smallish, iridescent jar. "Practice will make perfect."

"I plan to perfect making love to you," my lion man purrs in my ear.

"Mmm...yes, please, Mr. Perfect Already."

As he embraces me close, a 'knowing' I don't want seizes hold of me. "We are going to be here for a long while...aren't we?"

"The world, our current world spins crazily. And has become a danger to us, my one. Come," he says reassuringly, "let me show you the river bridge I am creating to bring our loved ones here."

We enter a good-sized, circular room that has been darkened, yet is not inky black. Instantly, an ethereal river of light manifests in the center.

Not large, this white glimmery light flows through the room. As Dhuroth and I approach, the light strengthens, and pulses faster.

"When this light river fills most of the room," my lion man guides me closer, "and is almost blinding, the link will be established between this dimension and our Mars home."

Transfixed by the unusual quality and appearance of the white stream, I ask, "How does the light river strengthen? And why did it increase just now?"

"Our energy together, our love for each other, has nourished the light."

I watch Dhuroth place his hand, palm down, above the shining waves. The river of light widens significantly, and I step back.

"Do as I do," my lion man encourages, even as the ephemeral river encroaches on his body. He does not move. "Our light river will not carry us away. Not yet. It is safe, my one. Wade on in."

Tentatively, I move nearer, and imitating Dhuroth, I hover my hand above the streaming light. Wow! A blast of energy seizes me.

I can't express the sensation...unlike any I've experienced so far. But it's as if I've blissfully exploded inside...yet there's a solid sense of power, like being an unmoving mountain.

"Wait until we make love, my woman. Our time river will reflect our fierce bold passion."

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The Sacred Reconnection To Mother Earth ... And the Explosive Flames of Destruction, the World Teeters and Totters ... Hang On For the Ever-Changing, Chaos Ride

On the AWAKENING front, At This Time, the Sacred Connection to The Mother, To Mother Earth, Soars Exponentially and Will Not Be Stopped Despite Cruel Persecution 

This 'reconnection' happens in the dark-side face of those who would force humanity off the land under the guise of 'saving Earth'. For, like all of her animals and plants, SHE needs her humans upon the land.

On the magickal, mystical front, this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' use their mighty lightblades to slice and dice their way through the invisible net containing/stopping the flow of human creativity. Eons ago, one of the progenitors of the human race, as we are now, placed this frequency net for several reasons. Ever since, this 'net' has been used to keep humanity down and corralled.

The time has come to truly FREE the human race to be all that we can be.

On the personal front, this week, enjoy the rapid roller coaster ride that will likely be the world around you. If circumstances dictate, mentally and physically hole up for a short time. For, this is a time for reflection, for looking out at the world and understanding what has escaped you before.

Also, this is a great week to do more organizing in your household, especially around your preparations for winter. Food, water, necessities... alternative ways to heat your home.

As well, LOVE is likely to be a major theme for many of us. This will vary from individual to individual. Enjoy and expand this area of your life.

On the paranormal front, The Bigfoot Chronicles Continue ... Yes, They Want To Be Known To the Right People

BLURB: "Survivorman & Bigfoot
Date: Saturday - September 5, 2015
Host: Connie Willis
Guests: Les Stroud
Host Connie Willis was joined, for the full program, by survival expert Les Stroud, who discussed his television program Survivorman as well as his research into Bigfoot. He theorized that the massive popularity of Survivorman, which spawned the genre of survival television, is rooted in the viewer's fascination with whether or not they could survive the harrowing conditions seen on the program. Additionally, he surmised that there is a morbid curiosity from some audience members who delight in seeing the lengths Stroud must go, such as eating insects for sustenance, in order to survive alone in the wilderness.
He traced his experience with Bigfoot back to a possible encounter with the creature when he had just started learning survival training in the mid-1980's. He recalled camping one night and hearing "the most incredible, god-awful screams" that sounded like women being tortured off in the distance. In a subsequent incident, which occurred during the making of Survivorman in Alaska, Stroud heard a strange rustling sound as he was shooting a segment for the program. This disturbance continued after the filming stopped, he said, when "all of a sudden, this thing started bellowing from a hundred feet away, in a tree, like a great ape." As soon as Stroud moved to get his camera, the creature suddenly fled through the forest "like a freight train." Although he wanted to investigate the situation further, Stroud chose to ignore it because he did not want to distract from the filming of the program.
Stroud later revealed his Bigfoot encounter on a radio program, which enthralled his interviewers and led to a tremendous amount of media interest in his experiences. This inspired him to create a spinoff of Survivorman where he would investigate locations that were believed to be Bigfoot hot spots. Originally, he said, the focus of the show was on Bigfoot as a flesh and blood creature, but it eventually grew to examine various other theories surrounding the origins of the cryptid. Stroud stressed that, unlike reality television programs focused on Bigfoot, his endeavor is a documentary series and does not have an agenda aimed at proving one specific theory about the creature. In essence, he said, the show revolves around meeting a Bigfoot researcher, being taken to a hot spot where they believe Bigfoot may be lurking, and then having Stroud spend the night there in hopes of encountering it.
During his appearance, Stroud shared a number of bizarre occurrences from the filming of Survivorman: Bigfoot. While camping at the top of a mountain purported to be a hotspot, his camera crew captured the apparent disappearance of apples left as food for the creature. The strangeness of that evening continued as Stroud was sitting around a campfire and saw "four massive lights in the sky" which simply vanished after he stepped away to tend to the fire. In another unsettling experience from a different expedition, Stroud was camping in the Smoky Mountains and felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. After the feeling went away, Stroud suddenly heard a telepathic voice which said, "We're right over here. We're two hills away from you. If you want to see us, stay." Despite this fantastic invitation, Stroud conceded that he was not ready for such an encounter and opted not to investigate further.
Website(s): lesstroud.ca, discovery.com/tv-shows/survivorman
Book(s):Will to Live: Dispatches from the Edge of Survival,Survive!
~coasttocoastam.com/show/2015/09/05~

On the UFO front, BLURB: "Sept 3, 1965: The Exeter UFO Incident
September 03, 2015
One of the most celebrated UFO sightings in history happened today fifty years ago, September 3, 1965: The Exeter Incident.
It began in the wee hours of a September morning in the rural town of Exeter, New Hampshire.
At 12:30 AM a police officer, Eugene Bertrand, found a woman parked on the side of the road near Highway 108. In a state of near panic, she said a UFO with flashing red lights had chased her for miles. She pointed to a diminishing bright light in the distance. Unimpressed, Bertrand watched it briefly, telling the woman it was nothing to fear and after the woman calmed down departed in his prowl car.
Nearly two hours later, a shaking Norman Muscarello, 18, exploded into the Exeter police station. He told desk officer Reginald Toland he had been hitchhiking toward home when he saw what he called "the Thing" – a "group of five bright lights" in a line moving over a large field, "go down behind trees, behind a house and then disappear".
~coasttocoastam.com/article/sept-3-1965-the-exeter-ufo-incident~

On the AREA 51 front, ARTICLE: "Angry Area 51 Neighbors Break Silence
...The Sheahan family say they have suffered "abuses and atrocities" from their clandestine neighbors. They claim the Air Force has dropped bombs, erected security checkpoints on their own land and strafed their property ever since the Groom Lake Air Force facility first became operational. Now to make matters worse, the Air Force has issued an ultimatum – take a $5.2 million buyout for the Sheahan land – a whopping 400 acres - or they'll have it legally condemned, citing "increasing national security demands," and seize it.
"The Air Force has exhausted all reasonable options to reach a settlement with the land owners," Col. Thomas Dempsey, Commander, Nevada Test and Training Range Wing at Nellis Air Force Base said via statement. The Sheahan family now has until Sept. 10th to "consider" the offer. "If they can do this to us, they can do it to each and every one," Dan Sheahan charged. Joe Sheahan called the September 11th take-over by Area 51 military brass a "criminal act."
~coasttocoastam.com/article/angry-area-51-neighbors-break-silence~

On the *BOOM Sky Trumpets* front, ARTICLE: "2015: Sky Trumpets Sound Again Across The World - MSM Reports, NASA Responds And Theories Abound
By Susan Duclos - All News PipeLine
Ominous sounds from the sky are back in the news and people from across the world are capturing the strange sinister noises on video with the MSM reporting on it, NASA putting out a response that no one seems to believe, and theories ranging from the seven trumpets from heaven signaling the apocalypse, to HAARP weaponry, to aliens scouting earth, are abound over the internet, in conspiracy forums and comment sections."
~allnewspipeline.com/Sky_Trumpets_Begin_Again_in_2015.php~

On the ATLANTIS front, ARTICLE: "An Expedition Seeks to Uncover 'Britain's Atlantis.'
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Project leader Professor Vince Gaffney, of the University of Bradford, explains: "...this project will access new data at a scale never previously attempted. Novel mapping, DNA extraction and computer modelling representing people, animals and even individual plants will generate a four-dimensional model of how Doggerland was colonized and eventually lost to the sea.
“A dramatic, and previously lost, period of human prehistory will begin to emerge from the seismic traces, fragments of DNA and snippets of computer code that will form the primary data of this innovative archaeological project.”
The massive and very ancient monolith recently found off the coast of Sicily, the Gobekli Tepe site and many others suggest that Neolithic culture went far beyond the simple hunter-gatherer stage. With the end of the ice age, sea levels rose dramatically, submerging everything that was on coastlines. As is true now, most large centers would have been close to the sea in order to facilitate trade. There are thousands of submerged coastlines around the world, and almost none of them have been examined for evidence of habitation."
~unknowncountry.com/news/expedition-seeks-uncover-britains-atlantis~

On the *incredibly mysterious disappearances* front, BLURB: Urban Disappearances
Date: Sunday - August 30, 2015
Host: George Knapp
Guests: David Paulides
George Knapp welcomed researcher and author David Paulides, who provided an update on his investigation into mysterious disappearances and detailed how his latest research now takes him to urban areas, where he is finding evidence that fits his criteria for this unsettling phenomenon. While he had previously been focused on disappearances in national parks, Paulides explained that he began looking into strange urban cases after reading about a cluster of extremely smart and athletic young men who disappeared and their bodies were later discovered under unusual circumstances. As he began looking deeper into such cases, Paulides was astonished to find that the minutiae of these events had a number of eerie similarities to the national park disappearances he had chronicled in his Missing 411 series of books. ~coasttocoastam.com/show/2015/08/30~

On the WOOLLY MAMMOTH front, ARTICLE: "Will Siberia be home to the first cloned woolly mammoth? Russian scientists set up new laboratory to resurrect extinct giants
A huge step towards recreating the woolly mammoth has been taken by scientists who inserted more than a dozen of its genes into the live DNA of an elephant.
Researchers studied the structure of DNA from mammoths preserved in the Arctic to reproduce exact copies of 14 of the extinct animal's genes."
~dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3219395/Will-Siberia-home-cloned-woolly-mammoth-Russian-scientists-set-new-laboratory-resurrect-extinct-giants.html~

THIS FORECAST IS CONTINUED AT *TITLE MAGIC* ~titlemagic.blogspot.com~  
 
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Wednesday's Words for June 2, 2015

September has arrived! In the Ashbury household this means that summer is over. After this next weekend, at least in these parts, the kids return to school. My beloved told me the other day that in his mind, this was always the “New Year” to him. In fact, he declared, it will likely always be so.

We no longer have kids in the house returning to the halls of academia, of course. That’s been in the past for more years now than it ever was our reality—and we don’t even want to mention how many years it’s been since my husband went back to school. Back to school time was always a mixed blessing—inward cheers that they were finally not going to be home getting into mischief all day long; and inward winces at the expense of it all.

I have to admit, though, that today’s parent is expected to put out a lot more money than we ever had to do. “School supplies” used only to consist of back packs, paper, binders, and pens and pencils. I was in our local Walmart a few days ago and saw families shopping—with long lists supplied to them by the Board of Education.

We had to pay for babysitting during the summer months over the course of a few years—there were no day-camps where we lived out in the country. A couple of years I was out of work during the summer, which was good for the pocketbook but hard on the nerves. I loved my children, but I’m only human. By the time September 1st came around, you could likely find me at the school, outside, caressing the bricks fondly, mumbling “soon, soon.”

There are many differences between the school experience here, and what a lot of y’all know. Up here, while there are High School sports, they aren’t community-supported the way they are down there in the United States. I went to one football game when my oldest son, Christopher, was on the team. Otherwise and for the most part, the games were held in the middle of the school day, and I often had to work. The stands tended to be filled by the student body of whichever school was playing host, with but a very small smattering of parents in attendance.

September has always been my beloved’s preferred vacation time. There was no coincidence to the reality that he planned to be off work a week or two when the kids weren’t around during the day. When the kids were school-aged, all of our vacations were stay-cations. Yes, it’s true! We’ve always been edgily avant garde.

And though we have traveled some this year, next week finds my husband home from work, planning to do nothing more than read, and rest...and as it turns out, play nurse maid to me.

This coming Friday brings with it a resolution to a situation I’ve been dealing with for the last several years. In the beginning we didn’t know what was causing my ‘plumbing’ problems. But a year and a half ago, when I had the first painful episode, we had a clue.

Tests revealed that I have several gallstones. The surgeon was leery to remove my gallbladder until the other problem was resolved. Finally, a gastroenterologist figured out the cause of the situation, and in fact, it was related to my gallbladder. So finally, in two days time, it comes out.

I’m really hoping for the laparoscopic procedure, and that is what they intend to do. But I was cautioned that sometimes, a more invasive surgery is required. If I end up having the former, I will be home the same day and likely out of it for the weekend. And while I plan to rest, for the most part, for as long as the doctor recommends, I am expecting an edit and fully intend to complete it when it arrives. But that will likely be the extent of my “working” for the first week post-op, at any rate.

If I end up having the full surgery, I will be in hospital for a few days; but I have a lap top and the hospital bed will take the place of my wonderful electric recliner, so the edit will still be done.

Looking back, I believe there have only been a handful of Wednesdays when I haven’t posted my essay. Next week will be another one.

But I look forward to getting back into the rhythm of this life I so love. God willing, I’ll be back with a new Wednesday’s Words on September 16th.

Love,
Morgan
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