Wednesday's Words for January 27, 2016

Life is back to normal in the Ashbury household. Or at least, as normal as it ever gets around here. Christmas is over, schedules have been resumed, and the house is once more my own. I know it sounds boring, and really, for the most part, our lives are boring. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.

Well, we did have a bit of excitement a week or so ago when a bird flew into the house. That was my fault. I like to have my bedroom window open a bit at night when I sleep, and I forgot to close it when I got up that morning. So I got up, and as usual, left the bedroom and closed the door behind me. And no, there’s no screen on that particular window.

Imagine my surprise when I went into my bedroom some hours later to catch a nap—and was subsequently dive-bombed by a bird.

My catching it was out of the question, of course. There were only three possible outcomes for this situation. Either the cat would catch the bird; the dog would catch the bird; or the bird would fly back out the window.

 With my head under the covers I did send a text to Mr. Ashbury, but that was just so he could admire how exciting my day was. I certainly didn’t expect him to do anything about the situation. He was, after all, at work.

I fell asleep, and when I awoke from my head-under-the-covers nap, there was no sign of the bird, and no sign of feathers or other biological debris anywhere, so I took that as a good sign and closed the window so the winged creature could not make another foray indoors.

But other than that very rare deviation, our days are predictable and we have no problem with that. I pass my time writing to the sound of the cat snoring, and the dog occasionally exploding into a yapping fit because another dog has dared to walk down his street. And still, with all this boredom and predictability, our days speed by very quickly. Sometimes there aren’t enough hours in a single day (or stamina in yours truly) to get everything done that I want to do.

We are coming upon the one holiday that my eldest son and my husband both look forward to with great fervor—Ground Hog Day. I kid you not, my beloved checks the weather forecast daily just to see if it’s going to be cloudy on February 2nd or not. Up until yesterday, the forecast called for overcast skies on that day.

Yesterday, I looked, and the prediction read that next Tuesday would be sunny with cloudy periods. I quickly checked what was expected in the small Ontario town of Wiarton (pronounced “wire ton”) where our province’s prognosticating groundhog named Willie resides. Sadly, they have the same forecast as we do.

All over FaceBook I’m seeing little memes declaring people’s desperation for spring. So many are tired of winter and want it to go away quickly. I used to be like that. Certainly I don’t particularly like this season. It’s cold which aggravates my arthritis, and it brings with it icy surfaces, which makes it difficult for me to get out and about. But if I want time to speed up to get me out of winter, I feel like it’s going keep going fast, through every season.

I am already in my September years. These are the years when, supposedly, I’ve earned the right to slow down and smell the roses—providing I haven’t developed an allergy for them, which I have not. I’m allegedly out of the rat race, the comings and the goings. Why, I can see the gate to elderly from my front porch!

That all may be true, but so is one more thing. I don’t need to urge time to hurry up. I think it goes far too fast as it is.

Love,
Morgan
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Morcar the Northern Earl and His Captive - Bk 4 of Medieval Captives Series by Lindsay Townsend with money off

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Morcar the Earl is a pagan, hated by the Norman Bishop Cyril. Cyril and his bastard son Gaspar plot to unseat Morcar and kidnap his son Thorfinn to raise as a puppet manipulated by Cyril. Morcar is overcome and flung into a cave chained to a young woman, the witch Hemlock. Hemlock has herself been betrayed by Gaspar, who had forced her to be his mistress and then abandoned her once she became pregnant. Hemlock has just lost her unborn baby and is highly distrustful of men. 

 As a pagan, Morcar believes in many gods and worships the ancient stag god, whose horned tattoo he bears on his arm. It is partly for fear of the god that Cyril’s men dared not murder him, instead manacling him to Hemlock and leaving them both to starve. Can they work together to escape? Can they recover Thorfinn? In the end, what future can there be between an earl and a witch? A BookStrand Mainstream Romance.

STORY EXCERPT

Chapter 1

Fall of the Year, 1133, Northern England

Someone petted his hair. At least he still had a head, although it felt like a splintered log, which Morcar decided was better than the alternative. But what had happened?

Without opening his eyes, he flexed his fingers and toes, a rush of gratitude sweeping through him as he realized his limbs were also still attached.

And they may not have been.

A memory fell into him like a striking hammer on an anvil. Sudden fist and knife blows from behind, from unseen unanticipated enemies, wild fighting, his son—

Morcar reared up with a shout. The slim fingers petting his hair pushed him back down.

“Your lad is alive,” a voice breathed by his ear. “Alive and whole. The church-men took him. Sleep.”

“Do not order…”

The hand resumed carding through his hair and Morcar wallowed back into unconsciousness.

* * * *

Later he blinked again into wakefulness. His brains no longer felt to be seeping from his skull and his shoulders burned, which he assumed was an improvement on the hollow ringing that had throbbed through his body earlier. Shifting slightly, he forced his eyes open wider, seeing an orange, flickering glare against a black backdrop. Is it night or am I underground?

“Sage tea. Want some?”

Jerking aside, Morcar rolled onto his back and yelped, his vision blurring afresh for an instant.

“You have grazes and knife cuts and deep bruises down your spine but you can move so you will heal up tight. Tisane?”

He smelled the fresh, head-clearing sage tea, then, and watched a cup wobble in out of the gloom in front of him. Squirming onto his side, Morcar tried to clasp the cup and failed, tried again and succeeded.

He groaned as the hot drink almost scalded the back of his throat and then thirstily drained the rest of the cup.

“More?” the voice suggested.

“Please.”

His clearing vision showed a pair of startled hazel eyes and a heart-shaped, delicate face, framed by a melee of tangled tresses. The spiky brown hair looked surprisingly pretty on this urchin, though he had only seen short hair for women on female prisoners before. But what was he rambling about? Focus. A girl. My nurse is a girl. Her brilliant eyes reminded him sharply of Maud, his wife. My wife! Mother of our son. Thank the Gods she died in her sleep three winters past, at peace and ready to join the old ones. He could not have borne her suffering, else, or her knowing that their child had been stolen away.

Thorfinn, their son. Small and dark-haired like his mother, with a gap-toothed grin and a low, chortling laugh. Thorfinn, with his secret bedtime toy of a raggedy cloth robin and his favorite bright red boots. Named for the God Thor and Maud’s father, Finn. Five years old and already a fearless horseman and a merry, good-natured soul who would share his supper with any who looked hungry. Thorfinn would be a generous lord, leading his people with a high heart. Unless the church-men corrupt him. That is why they kidnapped him, to act as regents in my—his—lands and to raise him as they see fit.

Remembering Thorfinn’s wild sobbing as the bishops’ men took the boy away was the worst sound he had ever heard. Grief bit into his lungs, harsh as a Viking blood-eagle, and Morcar choked.

“Sit up, please,” the girl beside him coaxed. “You will breathe the easier.”

“Thor’s hammer! Do not order me—” Morcar’s rasped complaint subsided into a new bout of coughing. The wretched girl seized the advantage. Hauling him up under his arms like a bag of tools, she dragged him into a sitting position, bracing his back with a knobbly knee. Another cup of sage tea appeared and Morcar drank it, scowling at his rescuer. She was small and prickly, like a hedgehog, if such a creature ever dressed in a faded, ruby-colored gown and with grubby bare feet.

“My name is Hemlock.”

At his stifled snort, the girl flicked her bangs back from her forehead like an irritated mare shaking its mane and went on, “I am a hedge-witch, though by no means as powerful as Elfrida, Magnus’s wife.”

Morcar nodded his understanding, feeling a little ashamed now of smirking at her unusual name. The church-men disliked witches nearly as much as they disapproved of pagans.

“You follow the old ways?” he asked, wondering where they were.

Hemlock’s answer had him twisting round to stare at her. “Always. After my parents died, my greedy brother sold me to Gaspar, the bishop’s son. He baptized me by force and re-named me Mary. He cut off my long hair and sold it. I worked in his household for two years. Despite my protests and distaste, he kept me as a mistress until I got with child because I no longer possessed the herbs to make a pregnancy-stopping tisane. Then the pious bishop’s son called me a whore and cast me out.”

Hemlock stopped speaking, the sound of her quickened breathing very loud and echoing faintly. We are in an enclosed space, then, possibly close to the sea from the faint tang of salt I can smell and taste in the air.

“Why should Gaspar do that?” he asked, feeling still very slow and stupid as he caught up with Gaspar’s casual cruelty. To shear off a woman’s glory, her hair and then sell it, and worse, to throw her from his household when she was pregnant—Morcar shuddered, strongly, once. Children were a gift from the gods. “Why?” he asked a second time.

“He wants no bastards,” snapped Hemlock. She had gone pale, white to the lips. In the dark of the cave her face hung beside his like a death mask on a pole.

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When someone starts coming after Matt, getting him to Pacific Cove seems like the safest idea, but to do that, they will have to explain to the man about bear shifters and mates and all that entails...and that might cause them to lose their mate faster than an assassin's bullet. 

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.

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Angelic Forecast ~ #386

January 25, 2016 ~ Great fearsome challenges are before you, Dearest Humanity. Hold tight to each other. Love each other, and prepare for superspeed, massive, worldwide changes. The time has arrived. ~All Our Love From the Between-Time Dimension~ 

January 18, 2016 ~ Dearest Humanity, Hold Tight To Your Divine Right To Be Forever Free ... Free In Mind, Free of Heart, Free To Be the Creative Spirit You Are. ~All Love From the Between-Time Dimension~ 

January 11, 2016 ~ The Times Before You, Earth Humans, Are Explosive and Fast-Changing. ~May You Know Every Blessing~ 

To those who live in the land of my birth, America... May You Have a HAPPY AND EXCEPTIONAL NEW YEAR. ~All Love To You~ 

December 28, 2015 ~ Embrace the Exceptional Opportunities of the New Year 2016. May you enjoy the company of those who love and treasure you the moat. 

December 21, 2015 ~ The Divine Stargate That Is Winter Solstice 2015 Will Embrace Your Soul. May You Enjoy the Best of Holidays. May You Hold the Love of the Divine Christ Within Your Heart. 

Our lives settle into a new rhythm over the following days. Dhuroth and I have decided to keep the River of Light at a minimal flow for the sake of others – and to travel back to Mars if need be. If... the rampaging evil is, or can be contained. 

With interdimensional portals we are able to watch the unfolding events on both Mars and Earth... and in the surrounding solar system. Our prayers are often, said for the good souls, for all of life – spoken for the planets, their beautiful animals and  vegetation. 

All life is Sacred. 

For now, all of us in this out-of-time dimension, must live fully and let our lights shine. That is how we will increase the goodness in the Universe at large. That is how we will win real freedom for ALL. In the great span of eternal time. 

And so our story, mine and my lion man's, ends for now...  Yet, we will always remain, ready to assist the people of Earth and Mars. 

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ANGELIC FORECAST ~ 

"The Hour Is Late" ~ From *All Along the Watchtower* by Jimi Hendrix ... However, now Comes a DIVINE WILD CARD On the Global Stage  

Meanwhile, the entrenched evil of the dark-side elite bubbles to the surface like a lake of toxic magma for ALL to witness. Now, arises a Frankenzilla system disguised as the way to 'protect' the people. 

On the magickal, mystical front, this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' whirl their lightblades tornadically slicing through the lies of history/herstory. Thus, to reveal sparkling glimpses of the TRUTH. For, real knowledge is POWER. And, the People need this truth-weaponized power. 

Also, the Phoenix-Rise of the Magickal Human Continues 

BLURB: "David Bowie, Close Encounters and Star Magic ~ Friday January 22, 2016
Long time UFO investigator Timothy Beckley met David Bowie and discussed his UFO experiences with him. Here, Whitley Strieber taps those memories to explore and honor the life of the most magical rock and roll artist of all time. 
Of course, being that Whitley is involved and Timothy has direct knowledge of David's experiences, this conversation will be the most extraordinary one you will hear about David, rock and roll, magic dark and light and the visitors. Whitley has always been deeply grateful to David for appearing in his second movie, the Hunger, and honors him now with this journey into the wonder that he brought to this world. 
He truly was the man who fell to earth. May his journey home be filled with joy and new discovery!" 
Timothy Beckley's YouTube Channel is Mr. UFO's Secret Files.
~unknowncountry.com/dreamland/latest~

On the personal front, This week is about making up with loved ones, if there's been a significant disagreement. Also, look around for new friends, but only those who are high-caliber, heart-centered people. For, as the times worsen around us, good friendships are a way to weather the superstorms of life in a manner that benefits ALL. 

Further, the roller coaster week ahead will likely jolt most of us into new understandings about the world around us. Adjust, and move forward with preparations that work for you and your family. 

As a community, band and stand together, if that is possible.  

On the paranormal front, The Truth Is Out There... In TVlandia? Will Truth Remain In New X-Files Series, Or Will the Truthers Be Demonized? 

ARTICLE: "'X-Files' Creator: 'I Thought The FBI Was Going To Shut Me Down' ~ Monday, January 25, 2016
X-Files creator Chris Carter received a mysterious phone call before the first run of the series in 1993 that freaked him out." — Huffington Post

On the UFO front, VIDEO: "Watch: Illuminated UFO Filmed Over Paraguay?
An intriguing video from Paraguay purportedly captures a UFO sporting a remarkable ring of blue lights beneath the craft."  
~coasttocoastam.com/pages/watch-illuminated-ufo-filmed-over-paraguay~ 

ARTICLE: "Doctor Catches Best UFO Photo Ever Over Montana (Photos) CONTRIBUTOR: Jeffery Pritchett. Date of sighting: November 4, 2015 Location of sighting: Clancy, Montana, USA News source: http://www.greatfallstribune.com... This was captured by a doctor in Montana last month. He used a special software that catches moving objects and has worked two years trying to catch one. This has to be the most clear... " ~beforeitsnews.com~ 

ARTICLE: "Mysterious Interdimensional Appearance in the Sky Seen Near Colima Volcano, Mexico (Video) CONTRIBUTOR: Jeffery Pritchett. A strange appearance in the sky is captured by the Manzanillo webcam near the Colima Volcano in Mexico on January 22, 2016. The phenomenon which clearly shows ring-shaped contours of a disc-like object was seen for over 10 minutes before it disappeared. Did the webcam captured an interdimensional alien craft,... ~beforeitsnews.com~ 

On the PREDICTIVE PROGRAMMING front, ARTICLE: "X-Files Predictive Announcement: 'What Will Seem Like An Attack On America By Terrorists Or Russia, Driven By A Well Oiled, Well Armed And Multi-National Group Of Elites'" ~ January 14, 2016 

On the NESSIE front, ARTICLE: "Nessie Mystery Gets Deeper with Trench Discovery ~ January 19, 2016
 A tour boat captain on Loch Ness may have found a key to understanding why famed sea monster Nessie has proven to be such an elusive creature. 
After spotting something anomalous beneath the waters of Loch Ness, Keith Stewart used advanced sonar equipment to discover a previously unknown trench that measures nearly 900 feet deep. 
The find is significant because prior measurements of the Loch placed it at only 813 feet deep, meaning that there is far more space for Nessie to lurk beneath the surface of the water than heretofore believed. 
Additionally, the trench was discovered near the shore of Loch Ness, where sonar searches had not been conducted before, suggesting that similar studies could reveal even deeper crevices yet to be found. 
Some Nessie enthusiasts are already speculating that the newfound trench could be the creature's lair and that is why it is so rarely seen. 
Researchers are hopeful that the discovery will inspire new sonar studies of the Loch to determine the true dimensions of the still-mysterious location and possibly find other areas where Nessie may be able to hide. 
Consider it another round in the decades-old game of hide and seek between humans and Nessie."  
Source: Daily Record 
~coasttocoastam.com/article/nessie-mystery-gets-deeper-with-trench-discovery~ 

On the *past revealing itself* front, Video: History Changer: Oldest Writing System in the World Found to Predate Ancient Sumerian Text (Video) CONTRIBUTOR: N. Morgan. (N.Morgan) It has been discovered that the Danube Valley Civilization script is the oldest writing in the world and predates the Sumerian Writings in Mesopotamia and the Dispilo Tablet. Although the Danube Valley civilization isn’t nearly as famous as other ancient cultures around the world, is it one of the..." ~beforeitsnews.com~ 

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] 
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Wednesday's Words for January 20, 2016

Times change, but we don’t have to.

I’ve lived long enough that I recognize most things seem to come in cycles—and, not only that, they don’t come to stay, they really do come to pass.

We’ve all been saddened by the start to the New Year, and the number of celebrities who’ve died, unexpectedly. Someone said to me, “They’re dropping like flies! What is going on?” I only shrugged, because I know this has happened before. I recall more than once thinking the same thing, when several actors or singers or noteworthy people have passed, seemingly one right after the other in a short span of time.

The weather is bad, many have been hit with record cold spells and some have been enduring horrible storms, but you know we’ve done that before, too. I’m not saying the general decline in the climate is not something to worry about. I’m just saying, it’s not a completely unheard of, never-before-experienced phenomenon—to set record lows or record highs and endure horrific storms. There have been blizzards and ice storms, tornadoes and floods, always.

Rhetoric in the political arena seems to be heated and nasty, but there’ve been times like this before. It seems to be particularly virulent this year, with threats against entire races—and religions. There were the same kind of controversies during past war times against Asians and Germans; and during the Second World War, more than just rhetoric as Asian Americans and Asian Canadians were actually rounded up, and had all their possessions and assets confiscated permanently while they were put into “internment” camps just because they looked different. They were Asian. Go back further and heck, there were heated debates around the theme of eugenics, and for a long time before World War 1, the United States was an isolationist nation—something some people say is on the verge of happening again.

If you change who you are based on the world around you, then you put yourself into the position of always having to react, and always having to change because very little in life is static. Why bother going to that trouble? Just be you. It’s really a better bet over the long haul.

I’m not saying you shouldn’t re-evaluate certain stances you’ve taken, especially if it comes to light that your previous ones were based on false information, fear, or hatred. It’s never wrong to let go of the negative and to embrace the positive.

But do not let this unremitting fear that is filling the air, fear that is fueled by those with their own political or social agendas, make you so terribly afraid. Do not let it affect you so that you turn aside your humanity.

Are you a parent? Then why don’t you recognize what some of these people want you to feel? How many times did you tuck your child into bed at night, and they trembled with fear, because the bogey man was going to get them? You reassured them, didn’t you? You looked under their beds and in their closets, and showed them what?

You showed them there was nothing there, and nothing to be afraid of. Of course, it’s not that simple. There are dangers in this modern age that we here in North America never had to face until recent times. And now we do face the same threats those in Europe and the Middle East have been dealing with for decades, and yes, it can be very scary.

But when we trade healthy fear for mass hysteria, when we then re-enact the worst episodes in our nations’ histories—or plan to—it is time to stop, and return to who we really are—our thinking selves. Our humane selves. Times do change, but we don’t have to.

Let’s please put the rabble rousing elements of society back on the fringe where they belong. Because the truth is, to paraphrase Franklin Delano Roosevelt, fear really is our greatest enemy. Or in his exact words (from his inaugural address): “So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is...fear itself — nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance...”

Wise words. Let’s heed them.

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

Angelic Forecast ~ #385

January 18, 2016 ~ Dearest Humanity, Hold Tight To Your Divine Right To Be Forever Free ... Free In Mind, Free of Heart, Free To Be the Creative Spirit You Are. ~All Love From the Between-Time Dimension~ 

January 11, 2016 ~ The Times Before You, Earth Humans, Are Explosive and Fast-Changing. ~May You Know Every Blessing~ 

To those who live in the land of my birth, America... May You Have a HAPPY AND EXCEPTIONAL NEW YEAR. ~All Love To You~ 

December 28, 2015 ~ Embrace the Exceptional Opportunities of the New Year 2016. May you enjoy the company of those who love and treasure you the moat. 

December 21, 2015 ~ The Divine Stargate That Is Winter Solstice 2015 Will Embrace Your Soul. May You Enjoy the Best of Holidays. May You Hold the Love of the Divine Christ Within Your Heart. 

Our lives settle into a new rhythm over the following days. Dhuroth and I have decided to keep the River of Light at a minimal flow for the sake of others – and to travel back to Mars if need be. If... the rampaging evil is, or can be contained. 

With interdimensional portals we are able to watch the unfolding events on both Mars and Earth... and in the surrounding solar system. Our prayers are often, said for the good souls, for all of life – spoken for the planets, their beautiful animals and  vegetation. 

All life is Sacred. 

For now, all of us in this out-of-time dimension, must live fully and let our lights shine. That is how we will increase the goodness in the Universe at large. That is how we will win real freedom for ALL. In the great span of eternal time. 

And so our story, mine and my lion man's, ends for now...  Yet, we will always remain, ready to assist the people of Earth and Mars. 

~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~ 

Glimpses of the Byzantine *Ages Old* Shadow War Is Spotlighted By the Transparency Vibes of the Aquarian Age... Once Kept Behind the Scenes, This War Between Hidden Titan Forces Is Coming To a Final Resolution 

Meanwhile ... Now, the World Goes *Reichstag Fire* With False Flag After Horrific False Flag For the Next Six Months  

***Historians find 'proof' that Nazis burnt Reichstag - The Daily Telegraph 
Apr 15, 2001 - THE first documentary evidence has emerged to support the view that the Nazis started the 1933 Reichstag fire that Hitler used as a pretext to ...*** 
~telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/germany/1310995/Historians-find-proof-that-Nazis-burnt-Reichstag.html~ 

On the magickal, mystical front, this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' swipe and swing their mighty lightblades, clearing away the false clouds of deception as conjured by dark-side magicians. This will expose new TRUTHS on the ongoing battle to transform the world beyond all previous religious paradigms. 

For, this is about 'You' discovering your inner TRUTH... thus, seeing the world as it really is -- instead of cave shadows, seeing the reality outside the cave. Out of this, WE ALL*create* our world anew.  

On the personal front, this week is about fast-forwarding your life in the ways that best serve you, and your loved ones. The opportunities might be difficult to spot in order to accomplish this movement. However, keep your intuition fine-tuned toward those 'chance encounters'. For, that is your ticket to improving your life situation in a positive way. 

Also, let LOVE rule in one key situation in your life. Likely the 'misunderstanding' will be ironed out within the next couple of weeks. For, at this time, interpersonal communication, can be quite tricky. If necessary, repeat yourself, and attempt to make certain a loved one understands what you are really saying to them. 

On the flip side, listen to others from that perspective. What are they really saying beyond the words they're using. This could keep a major family or friendship conflict at bay. 

On the paranormal front, The Return of the X-FILES: The Conspiracy Will Be Televised...But the Revolution-Evolution of the People Won't, Except On Alternative Media Venues 

ARTICLE: X-Files Predictive Announcement: 'What Will Seem Like An Attack On America By Terrorists Or Russia, Driven By A Well Oiled, Well Armed And Multi-National Group Of Elites' ~ January 14, 2016
...Via The X-Files YouTube channel ~https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC68e6tjObt_flasCFGO9uEQ/videos~: The truth is out there… and we’ve got the inside story on the thrilling return of The X-Files. Go behind the scenes with Chris Carter, David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson and all the key players as they reveal secrets from the set and take you on the epic journey of bringing this classic series back to Fox.
~allnewspipeline.com/X_Files_What_Will_Seem_Like_An_Attack.php~ 

On the WHO ARE THE ALIEN/ET RACES? front, BLURB: Strangeness, Danger and Wonder: A Deep Close Encounter Mystery Explored ~ Friday January 15, 2016 
Ever heard of the mantis factor? More than one close encounter witness has come face to face with these extremely strange, enormous apparitions. But what do they mean? What is their message? What ARE they? Linda Moulton Howe and Whitley Strieber take you down a road to some very unexpected discoveries, including a haunting one about the future. ~unknowncountry.com/dreamland/latest~ 

On the UFO front, ARTICLE: "A global effort has begun — Secret files hidden from the public for decades, Detailing every ufo account, are now available to the public. Cracking the Alien Code CONTRIBUTOR: TILO. An Exclusive You Have To See: The Last Frontier of Free Press Is Here! No More Censorship, Unlike YouTube and Others! UFO-Alienymous A global effort has begun — Secret files hidden from the public for decades, Detailing every ufo account, are now available to the public. We are about to..." ~beforeitsnews.com~ 

On the BOOM front, ARTICLE: "Mysterious Booms Hit South Wichita, Kansas, On January 16th ~ Monday, January 18, 2016 
More boom reports have spread in January 2016, from Pennsylvania, Oklahoma, Florida and New Jersey now to south Wichita, Kansas." — Earthfiles.com 

ARTICLE: "'Freaking Me Out' - Strange, Unexplained 'Trumpets' In January 2016 Across The World ~ By Susan Duclos - All News PipeLine
In the latest Jason A release we see multiple instances of strange and unexplained sounds, from mysterious "booms" that shake the ground and rattle houses in the US, to haunting sky "trumpets" in the UK, Hungary and throughout Morocco, which some, including Jason in text shown between clips, refer to as the "Trumpets of Revelation."
~allnewspipeline.com/Strange_Sounds_Jason_A.php~ 

On the SUPER POWERS front, ARTICLE: "Mystery of BIONIC GIRL who doesn't eat, sleep or feel pain - even when hit by a CAR DOCTORS have dubbed a seven-year-old BIONIC after she was hit by a car and did not feel a thing."  
~express.co.uk/news/uk/635009/Mystery-of-BIONIC-GIRL-who-doesn-t-eat-sleep-or-feel-pain-even-when-hit-by-a-CAR~ 

On the HIGH STRANGENESS front, ARTICLE: "Plane passenger captures mysterious shadowy figure that 'resembles the Iron Giant robot' walking on clouds at 30,000ft 
~dailymail.co.uk/travel/travel_news/article-3399089/Plane-passenger-captures-mysterious-shadowy-figure-resembles-Iron-Giant-robot-walking-clouds-30-000ft.html~ 

On the WHY DOES NASA NEED A *Planetary Defense Coordination Office* front, ARTICLE: "Relieved? NASA opens Planetary Defense Coordination Office
Washington Times | ‘We need to remain vigilant and keep our eyes to the sky”.

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] 
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SUBMITTING TO SIMON

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Jamie McDonald is looking for someone to give him a little discipline. Nothing major—a light spanking will do just fine. When he spots Simon Davenport at a New Year’s Eve party, he knows he’s met the man who can make his New Year’s resolutions come true. Thinking it’s just a quick one night stand, Jamie goes home with Simon only to learn that Simon has something a bit more long term in mind. He has an entire playroom in his condo and he’s been waiting for just the right man to play with.

But someone else wants to play with Simon and they're not above killing Jamie to get him out of the way. With the help of some old friends and new, Jamie just might survive, but only if he's willing to submit to Simon and everything the sexy man wants.

Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded by 25,000 words.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/submitting-to-simon

Wednesday's Words for January 13, 2016

I never knew how totally connected I was, and how dependent on said connection, until yesterday when I awoke to discover I wasn’t connected at all.

To the Internet, that is.

At first, I didn’t worry over much. We’ve lost the Internet before. There was a fresh layer of snow on the ground, and I figured I could blame the weather for this minor inconvenience. I knew the drill. Our television would be working, but not the Internet (the same company provides both). I wouldn’t be able to answer any emails on my phone, either, because my ISP provider was also my cell phone provider.

I could wait it out. I was patient. I could still write, I didn’t need the Internet for that. I’d be fine.

Then my phone dinged, letting me know I had a new email—but my computer was still not online. My phone’s email has always been down when my Internet is down. I began to consider that maybe, something else was wrong.

So I called my ISP. I was pleased that I didn’t have to wait any time at all to listen to an automated voice tell me all the steps I should now take to solve the most common connectivity problems before going any further in this call.

I was briefly reminded of that old, funny bit about the computer user on the phone to tech support about why their computer wasn’t working at all, and no, they were unable to see the back of the tower to verify the cords were plugged in when asked, because the electricity was out and there was no light.

I listened and took note, until the disembodied voice told me I had to unplug my modem, wait thirty seconds, and plug it back in. Sadly, this would require me getting onto the floor under my desk and then somehow getting back up again. I generally ignore my limitations, but there are circumstances under which I cannot, and this was one of them. I was given the option to speak to a real person, and this I did. Within a few minutes, he had verified that my modem was indeed working, and as far as it was concerned, I was online. Then he asked me if I had a third party router. I do indeed, and he advised that the router was likely the problem. All I had to do was....you guessed it. Unplug it, wait thirty seconds, and plug it back in. This would reboot the router.

The router is on the floor, under my desk, beside my modem.

I thanked the man for his assistance, and texted my daughter. She replied that she would drop in around one o’clock to do that little thing for me.

That was a relief. It was only a few hours until she could make her way here to manually reset my router. I had an edit to complete, which I could work on without the Internet. Surely, those few hours would pass quickly.

Here’s the funny part, at least to me. I knew that one way or another, before too much time passed, I’d be back online. But I felt like a smoker who’d just quit, cold turkey.

Actually that’s not really accurate. I was a smoker who’d quit cold turkey some 13 years ago. This was much worse. This was horrible. I felt alone, cut adrift in the world, just another older person trapped inside my house as the snow came down, inch by freezing inch, and the clock ticked ever so slowly. For the first time in a long time, the silence of my house got to me. I reminded myself I could play my iTunes, and since I have more than 650 songs in my iTunes library, which is on my computer, I would be fine. After five minutes of listening to music on low volume, I turned it off. I can’t edit and listen to music at the same time, apparently.

Then my daughter texted that she’d be by when she brought her daddy home—at about 5:15. My few hours without service was stretching out to be the entire day. I thought about a news item I’d seen online the other day about the danger and threat of solar storms, and how a super burst of energy from the sun could cripple our technology, all of it, for decades! I shivered as I realized I was getting a tiny personal glimpse of what this would be like.

I went for my nap at my usual time, grateful the next hour or so would seem normal to me. We were having beef ribs for supper and I thought, as I was getting up from my nap, that I would make a homemade honey garlic sauce to go with. I’d just look that recipe up on line....

Fortunately I had written it out and put it on my computer in my “recipe” file. But I couldn’t print it out because my printer is a wireless one!

Thankfully at 5:15 my daughter arrived. After several attempts to reboot the router, she informed me it was dead—likely of old age. My computer is now directly linked to the modem, so I, at least, am online. And as soon as I finish publishing this essay, I am calling my ISP for an upgrade. I really do need a modem/router combo unit. And while I’m at it, a small table it can sit on, so it won’t be on the floor under my desk.

I guess that’s what I get for not keeping up with the times.

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