"That is the trap," my lion man answers, reading my thoughts.
"Oh, if only there is a way to truly tip the scales." I rethink my words. "We all need to be tipping the scales with our acts of goodness."
"The heart of humankind struggles to ascend, to rule as is meant to be. Love, compassion, as a force when balanced with a fierce and relentless spirit to protect what is good, and who is good... this balance of the soul can never be defeated. Not by the force of evil, nor by the most cunning and diabolical of beings."
Dhuroth's words are a balm, a shield against the upcoming times.
"Once upon a time," I say as I let the memories flood my mind, "I thought the good times were here. On Earth, I mean. 'Let the good times roll' was often the attitude back then. And, to be honest, it seemed possible "
"Yes." My lion man strokes my hair. "During the seventies, the eighties...those decades."
I nod against his chest. "I thought it was only a matter of being brave enough to think positive, to go forward and create a better world for myself and others. To keep learning and growing in all ways, especially spiritually." I pause, my heart hurting. "I devoted myself to that path, so to speak."
"Yes, I know. I feel that truth in you, my Sh’raka."
Tears well in my eyes. So many emotions assault me. "I had real hope back then, a belief in the future. My future. Humanity's future. I worked so hard to create my dreams."
A sob escapes me. I hadn't meant to break down. Embarrassed, I bury my face against Dhuroth's chest.
Once some control returns, I say, "I had no idea about the huge underbelly of evil that exists, that existed. I had no idea there was a small psychopathic group who hated humanity so desperately they've spent age upon age working to enslave and control and kill. A group who wants Earth made in its own image."
"Yes, made in their image. Or destroyed." My lion man intones his words so seriously I raise my gaze to him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
ANGELIC FORECAST ~
At this point during the pivotal year of 2012, All THOSE of good heart will move into the magick. The vibrational patterns on Mother Earth are gradually transitioning toward a time where each one of us will be able to fully express who we are as magickal human beings. For an idea of humanity's possibilities think: the legend of Camelot meets the inventive arts explosion of the Renaissance.
To counter our magickal 'rise' as individuals and as the human race, the soulless ones will use every diabolical trick in their ages-old play book to diminish and enslave everyone. FEAR is always their favorite weapon of choice with GUILT a close second.
This battle between GOOD and evil can be compared to Darth Vader emerging from his movie grave with ten Death Stars circling the planet. Now is the time to honor your inner rebel, and take action in accordance with your spiritual nature.
On the AWAKENING front, the masks are falling away. Those who have been considered 'above the rest of us' in intelligence and ability, and the so-called leaders of the corp-gov, will now experience a fall from grace. For, this grace was merely manufactured propaganda, and 'the people' now AWAKEN.
On the truth front, once again, obscure historical truths rise like deadly serpents to attack those who despise humanity. In the coming times, history, as it has been presented, will be shattered over and over again.
On the paranormal front, the ancients speak. What was, before recorded history, now surfaces in the words of what some have called the gods and goddesses. These powerful ancient ones will, once again, begin to walk amongst some of us. Even now, their eons-old battle against enemies continues to rage. However, most of these powerful ones come to help humanity reclaim the paradise that is Earth.
On the economic front, during the month of July there will be a permanent earthquake of events 'designed' to further manipulate the dwindling worldwide economy. However, more TRUTH about the bankster gangsters breaks loose like a super-fierce dragon confined for far too long.
Out of these revelations, many more will take responsibility for bringing forth new ways of trade, of doing business with each other. Many more of us will realize all true wealth comes from the land -- and from the skills, talents, and smarts of 'we the people'.
This week, or the next week, look for wild fluctuations in the banking system. As well, top bankers will continue resigning in droves, and leaving the planet due to untimely deaths. Likely, this major story will be kept from the people by the presstitute media.
On the war front, misdirection rules this week. As the drumming-hype continues to start a major war in the Mideast, the real war ramps up against 'the people'. Those who love liberty worldwide are now the primary targets of the dark-side elitists, and THEY own the armies.
Also, on the near horizon acts of 'possible' terrorism and false-flag attacks will be the big-fear stick used to beat humanity down, and into submission. Thus, to bring in the one world corp-gov.
On the personal front, this is the week to pay particular attention to the homefront. Do you have a way to stock more food, water, and other necessary supplies? Any nook and cranny will do. Take time to make plans with others to help each other out during a crisis. The superstorms are not over.
Also, this is a special week to have fun with family and friends, pets included.
On the food front, everyone who knows how to store seeds and has a place to store them, make this one of your missions. With the ongoing contamination by the GM/GMO franken-foods, any viable seed will be appreciated and needed in the coming times. As well, preserving the summer bounty of fruits and vegetables by canning, drying and freezing is a wise move.
On the land changes front, Mother Earth is continuing her growth, her needed changes. However, most of the danger comes from the continuing weather wars. As well, artificial manipulations of the land are being done by mad scientists types with their secret, planet-killing tech toys. One is the leviathan machine at CERN, which is 'not' for discovering the so-called "God particle" as is being advertised.
On the really bad news front, behind the scenes there is a gold war between several of the most technically advanced factions of the global elite. For, he/she who controls the vast amounts of gold on planet Earth rules the flow of world commerce and the endless amounts of fiat currency. This is because the uses for gold are far beyond what has been told to the public.
Further, in truth, the world is not broke. There is enough for All. The economic collapse is all a giant fraud, and is simply being used as a means to control humanity.
On the good news front, despite the downside of human nature, which has been amplified by those on the dark side intentionally for age upon age, the GOOD inherent in us all, the good that is the human being, now rises up as never before. Take heed however, and always use discernment in a situation when any good deed is offered. Is it GOOD that is really being offered?
There is a special opportunity with your name on it this week. Even the smallest opportunity will mean a better and brighter future for you.
Trendwise, at this time there are several major splits or schisms taking place in the population. Groups who are fed up with the establishment are forming their own communities, their own tribes, so to speak. One of the future schisms will be between those who are city dwellers and those who refuse to be herded into the cities. Even now, there is no more 'mainstream' in our beloved country. Only a facade remains, and is meant to fool as many as possible, for as long as possible.
This is the week to contact a friend you haven't spoken to for awhile. Catch up and enjoy each other's company.
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
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.
~~~
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Monday, July 9, 2012
Angelic Forecast ~ #201
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Wednesday's Words for July 4, 2012
I’m pleased to report that we are in the United States for this historic holiday. A couple of years ago we were blest to be present in Philadelphia, at Independence Hall, attending the ceremonies held there to commemorate Independence Day. It was an experience we’ll never forget.
We later stood in line to see the Liberty Bell. For two history buffs visiting from Canada it was a wondrous day of celebration, and we very much felt the sanctity of the occasion.
Anniversaries are important, for they bring us back, however briefly, to the beginning. They remind us of what it’s all about.
We’re here on vacation for a few days, visiting our friends in Hazleton, Pennsylvania. This time we used my spiffy new TomTom to get us here and seriously, we’ve never made the trip faster.
It’s interesting when you get with friends after the absence of a year. It doesn’t seem as if anything has changed at all. You come in to a great welcome, and it’s just as if you were never really gone.
Our friend is a cop, and he always has great stories to tell, of course. In years past it is he who taught me how to handle and fire different styles of guns. My interest in weapons is tied to my desire, as an author, to get things right.
Our friend’s mother has her birthday today, and so we’re pleased to be here to help her celebrate.
My beloved and I have an anniversary coming up in a couple of weeks—our fortieth. 40 years – and they said it wouldn’t last. He and I are, in many ways, complete opposites.
One of the ways in which we’re different is that he doesn’t like parties at all – and I do. As a consequence, you can count the number of parties we’ve attended, over the course of our marriage, on one hand. Seriously.
The only birthday party I’ve been the recipient of as an adult was the one I threw for myself on my 50th birthday. I had to take action myself, because, after being promised by my husband and kids that they’d throw one for me when I turned 40, they not only forgot to give me the party, they actually forgot my birthday that year.
I don’t have to learn my lessons twice. My beloved agreed that we could host a dinner at a restaurant to mark the occasion of our anniversary this year. I drew up a list and the girls—my daughter and second daughter—volunteered to send out the invitations and co-ordinate the responses.
We chose a Chinese Buffet restaurant that’s popular with so many of the family. The guest list had about 40 names on it; we decided that we’d pay for the meal, but leave ‘drinks’ up to the individual guests.
The other point on which we were both fairly insistent was that on the invitations, we wanted the words, “best wishes only” to be written. We truly don’t want any gifts. We’ll have a wonderful evening surrounded by family and a friend or two, and count ourselves very rich indeed.
We had the names of our friends here in Hazleton added to the list, even though we know they won’t be able to make the trip north for a dinner. But we wanted them to know that, since they are close friends, we were thinking of them.
This is how we found out that our girls forgot to put that tiny, heartfelt message—“best wishes only”—on the invites. I’m not completely certain how I feel about that.
Friends, my first response wasn’t a pretty one. I know I should be taking the high road, here. I should just consider that they were acting out of love. I know they can’t necessarily see the value in hosting an evening at a restaurant without getting something back in return. I saw the looks on their faces when I said we were paying for dinner and didn’t want gifts. They both thought it was way too much money to simply “give” an evening to a lot of people we don’t often see.
A part of me counts that as a failure on my part. I obviously didn’t successfully impart to my daughter that there is value to be had in life far beyond the material. The best things in life really can’t be measured in dollars and cents. They are of the heart and from the heart.
Not often do I find myself in a catch-22 of my own making; I have to make myself accept what the girls have done as an act of love on their part, while simultaneously reconciling myself to the fact that, like it or not, there are going to be gifts at this dinner.
Proof positive that you never get too old to have life throw you a moral curve-ball.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com
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Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Just Contracted Role Reversal
Good morning,
I have great news to share. My latest erotic romance, Role Reversal was just contracted by
Siren Publishing.
Truesdale and Caris wrote novels under pseudonyms. Both were happy with their animinity.
Can they reverse roles to keep their privacy intact, in bed and out?
We have a scheduled release for August, 2012. I'll be back with more information soon.
I hope everyone has a fun, happy and safe 4th of July. Lillith Payne
http://www.lillithpayne714.com/
Monday, July 2, 2012
New Interview at Inspiration Forum!
Angelic Forecast ~ #200
"Fire is dimensional in nature. One who stares into the flames may see through to another world. The Olympic flame is being used to open a gateway, as an invitation to sinister beings who once ruled Earth."
"The stargate?"
"No, this is a specific gateway, a separate door so to speak. However, yes, as we have discussed they are also attempting to open an intergalactic stargate."
'Evil upon evil," I murmur, then shake uncontrollably.
Dhuroth wraps his arms around me, holding me close. I feel his heart embrace me. Heaven has found me. Will it last? And, what of everyone else?
"We are in perilous times, my beloved. The sands shift dangerously and constantly."
My mind whirls. How do I help humanity now... beyond what I have done, and am currently doing? "Everyone counts, don't they?" I murmur against his chest.
"Yes, my Sh’raka. More than most on planet Earth will ever realize."
I sigh inside, down to my toes. A lot humanity is caught in a bear trap. Ego importance versus divine importance. The soulless ones use every dark method to crush the sacred in us all, while luring the ego to act as tyrant.
"That is the trap," my lion man answers, reading my thoughts.
"Oh, if only there is a way to truly tip the scales." I rethink my words. "We all need to be tipping the scales with our acts of goodness."
"The heart of humankind struggles to ascend, to rule as is meant to be. Love, compassion, as a force when balanced with a fierce and relentless spirit to protect what is good, and who is good... this balance of the soul can never be defeated. Not by the force of evil, nor by the most cunning and diabolical of beings."
TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
ANGELIC FORECAST ~
The time has come to reclaim your dragon spirit. For, the following month of July will be mind blowing on many levels. To overcome requires a return to what has been called the 'maverick true human', where real freedom is the nectar of your soul.
At this time, the more you tap into your individuality while respecting another individual's rights, the more assistance the angelic realm can provide to you, and also to your loved ones. The Divine will shelter you during the challenges ahead. For, human freedom is the wellspring from which all GOOD on Earth can be created, and is essential to ALL in the universe.
Now, the crash and smash begins, both literally and figuratively. Many of the artificial constructs that have been forced upon humanity by the soulless ones will begin to fall away -- eventually falling away like an avalanche. It will be as if once dirty windows have been cleaned to sparkling.
As well, outdated belief systems become like houses built on sand. Watch these giant piles of sand slip-slide away forever. Then look, as the truth is revealed.
On the paranormal front, beings/entities thought to be the stuff of myth and legend are being seen/discovered by more people at this time. Many of these beings have chosen to remain hidden until these cyclic endtimes. Others will be used by the 'dark powers that be' against humanity on a small scale, the idea being to keep them a secret for as long as possible.
On the personal front, for a lot of us, the upcoming week will be a spooky one as far as paranormal experiences. This is normal. As the cosmic energies increase, everything is breaking loose, making its presence known.
As well, this week is perfect for understanding one another. Great gains can be made by having heartfelt conversations, and by cooperatively looking for solutions to life's everyday problems.
On the AWAKENING front, there will be several colossal events this week that will cause a mass awakening of the people as never before. The depth of the AWAKENING may not be evident at first. What begins as a small vocal tide swiftly changes into a tsunami surging over the entire globe.
On the economic front, the bankster gangster's worldwide con game continues with less and less of 'the people' buying into it. Now many will begin to understand the true nature of money. Slowly, real value -- a product, a skill, a helping hand -- is being rediscovered.
As the economy gradually crumbles into dust, a panorama of possibility opens up. The new currency becomes what you have to offer, and what others have to offer you. Remember, land is wealth. Your relationship to the land, and caring for Mother Earth, is the key to a good future on Earth.
On the truth front, as the slick propaganda continues about so-called 'singularity' or mankind joining with machines, the REVOLT begins full force, and humanity as a whole rises, refusing to be part of this 'sky net' world.
As we move deeper into the Aquarian Age, we 'the people' are in the process of becoming magnificent rainbow beings. We will possess powers only dreamed about. However, the idea of the rainbow human has been co-opted by the elite dark siders. This will be demonstrated by the 2012 Olympics.
On the war front, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM... 'those' in global cabal who want a world war will be causing chaos and situations that grab the presstitute media's spotlight. As usual, lies will be their stock and trade when dealing with the public. Meanwhile, major moves are being made throughout the country, and worldwide, to go against 'the people' using military force.
On the food front, make a huge effort to stock up on the best food you can find. With all the weather changes, and other factors piling up, the food supply will dwindle. Remember preserved foods and bottled water can be a means of barter when necessary.
Once again, make every effort to join with others involved in gardening, farming and ranching -- those who know and love the land. Every basic skill is likely to be needed and wanted as the economy is intentionally driven into the ground, and the new economy rises.
On the land changes front, coming up there are several events on the horizon. With the convergence of timelines occurring, some of the most devastating land changes are being mitigated. However, not all. Soon it will be superstorm after superstorm across the globe, including earthquakes, fire, flooding, and wind.
Also, there have been four giant sunflares within the past forty-eight hours. This space weather as it's labeled, is creating much of the weather havoc on Earth.
On the really bad news front, events are being orchestrated to convince humanity that tyranny is a good thing, and necessary for safety and survival. For, THEY know fear is a mind killer.
On the good news front, at this time, those who have *perpetrated* immoral and/or unlawful crimes of any kind against others, believing the end justifies the means -- or if they believe they have escaped justice -- these perpetrators will now be on the receiving end. They will be cut down by the world they brought about by their actions. This will be happening with greater speed as the year, 2012, comes to a close.
Trendwise, the 'MacGyvers' of the world, and those who know how to fix or make mechanical devices, including pre-electronic cars/trucks, will be needed in the near future, and this need will only escalate. With current cars being priced out of the market for many, and unavailable due to factories moved offshore -- and other draconian measures -- there will be a resurgence in the use of older cars/trucks, farm machinery, etc.
Eventually small factories will emerge as the American spirit rises, then soars like the eagle. There will also be a large market for handmade machine products.
This week take some time to simply lounge and relax. Practice your daydreaming skills, then share with those who will appreciate you.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~
~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL JULY WEEK ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
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[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
SHARK'S MATE releases today!!! (m/m)
Excerpt:
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Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Wednesday's Words for June 27, 2012
There were six of us for this outing—my beloved and our daughter [I guess you could say the rest of us infringed on their usual Monday night excursion] our second daughter, and her two kids, who are the grandchildren I take care of. The movie: Pixar’s Brave.
I can’t tell you why I stopped being a movie fan. We used to go to the cinema from time to time, but when VCRs became all the rage in the 1970s and 80s [oh my God, I am getting old!] we used to not only rent movies every weekend; we rented a lot of them.
Sometimes we’d watch 3 movies on Friday night and 3 movies on Saturday night. This was a family activity, with all five of us in our living room, enjoying the entertainment together. We watched all different genres of films—except, of course, horror movies, or films that had tragically sad endings. I absolutely refused to watch them, period. It just wasn’t ever going to happen.
One incident in particular sticks out in my memory as I look back on those days, but I have to kind of qualify this story first.
As parents, my beloved and I took an unusual stance: we would both rather our children see a movie that had a bare modicum (pardon the pun) of nudity than have them watch a movie with extreme violence or where people got hacked to pieces. Now obviously, we generally didn’t go out of our way rent movies with nudity in them. But once in a while we would get “flashed”.
The year after it came out, we rented The Sword and the Sorcerer with Lee Horsley. In this movie there was one scene when the hero swung through the “harem” on a rope. For the span of about four or five seconds, while the camera ‘followed’ the hero’s swing, the viewer was treated to a background scene of several sets of naked, female breasts.
We were neither of us expecting this; we looked at each other, said nothing, and the movie played on. And, I thought, okay, no harm, no foul as not a one of our three children said a word about it. Christopher was nearly 11 at the time, Anthony 6, and Jennifer 5. I thought: whew, bullet dodged.
The next morning I awoke early to a strange sound. It was click, click, silence for about five seconds then click, click again. Coming from the living room, which was just outside our bedroom, it happened more than a dozen times, and I decided to get up to investigate.
There was my six year old son, Anthony, on the floor in front of the television, remote control in one hand, thumb of the other in his mouth, as he ran that harem shot on the screen over, and over again.
I kind of think my drifting away from watching movies—and television too, because I really don’t watch more than a hand full of hours of that a week—is tied to my reading and writing. At some point after my heart surgery, my interests changed, and I found that, given the choice, I’d rater either read or write than watch a movie.
Through our cable company, we’re able to rent movies on a “pay per view” basis without leaving the house, and if by chance I am in the mood to see a movie, then that is generally what I do. In the past couple of years, I’ve seen The Social Network, The King’s Speech, and The Iron Lady. My sister-in-law (my beloved’s sister) has made it her personal mission to see to it that every couple of months I’m subjected…er, treated to a “girls night”. She brings a couple of movies, “chick flicks”, usually, and she and I and my daughter commandeer the living room to indulge in this female bonding ritual. Hence, I’ve also seen Fried Green Tomatoes, Love Actually, and The Lake House. On the most recent of these evenings, we watched “It’s Complicated” starring Meryl Streep and Alec Baldwin.
There are often margaritas involved in these rituals, so I guess they’re okay.
Ironically it’s my role as author that has prompted me to try and fit in a few more movies recently. Our film media does, after all, reflect our lives, and our collective consciousness. We can take our “social temperature” by looking at the movies we create and watch. It can be argued that it’s difficult to be current with the world if one is ignorant of the art, and art forms, being produced and celebrated by it.
Films and television shows draw the largest audience of all the arts.
While that is true, and I don’t want my books to begin to sound as if they are novels written by a woman not in tune with her times, one thing remains non-negotiable.
I still refuse to watch horror movies, or any movies that have a dreadfully tragic ending. It’s simply not going to happen.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Bridled Series by Natalie Acres
Promo: Bridled Series by Natalie Acres
Ménage and More: Erotic Contemporary Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M
Lynlee Lewis is an old-fashioned girl who might as well take the lead in a modern day romance. She met a boy, when he was just a boy. She fell in love, but he barely noticed. Now, Lynlee wants to place a woman’s brand on Blaine McCain, but will his past prevent her from staking a claim?
Excerpt:
Lynlee’s gaze darted around the crowded equestrian center as the riding groom led her to the show ring. Prancer danced underneath her, but Lynlee used her leg muscles to grip tighter, determined to drive the feisty mare forward.
Even with a large purse and a grand championship at stake, only one thought crossed her mind.
Where is he?
The announcer welcomed the new competitors. The Five-Gaited Open Division was full of trainers, not amateurs, but Lynlee had the horse for show and the skills to guide Prancer straight into the winner’s circle and claim the coveted victory.
Entering the class with a good first pass, Prancer moved to the outside and struck a gait with an aim to please. The sensational feeling of gaining one of the judge’s attentive gazes washed over Lynlee upon entry. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder and see if the judge made a mark on his score card.
Around and around, she met up to the challenge of being in a class some might consider out of her league. She didn’t share those sentiments, and besides, Lynlee only had one reason for being there, and she hadn’t spotted him yet.
Blaine McCain never missed the Annual Carolina Showplace Horse Show in Asheville, North Carolina. And when he arrived, Blaine put forth a lot of effort in order to command center stage. His entourage, a pack of pretty boys, gained every woman’s undivided attention. If he walked into the facility, Lynlee would see him.
“Rack ’em on!” The announcer called out. Prancer’s hooves plodded against the ground, and by the time Lynlee returned her focus to the horse under hand, the crowd hummed with plenty of praise.
Glancing out of her peripheral vision, she made a beautiful pass in front of the judges, and in Lynlee-style, she flipped her wrist and gave Prancer the signal her mounts recognized. The gesture was a simple movement to warn of a nearby crop she never used, but the horses she trained responded to the caution and let their legs work for the money.
A few minutes later, the crowd took to their feet and palms came together as they cheered for Lynlee and Prancer, the champions of the hour. With her number called then her name, she relied on her loyal companion to march toward the gate. She waited for the roses, smiled for the cameras, accepted her blue ribbon, and enjoyed a coveted victorious finish, all the sweeter when she spotted Blaine.
With a standing ovation and many admirers, Lynlee savored everything about her ten seconds of glory. The relished championship made the moment priceless, but Blaine gave her something more. He nodded his head in her direction and nudged one of his buddies in the process.
Life was never sweeter until she went one way, and Prancer went the other.
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Clearing his throat, Lantry said, “Walk me through what happened.”
Lynlee faced him. Sitting Indian-style, she picked at firm grass blades and began with, “Blaine and I had a rough day.”
“I heard. You don’t have to tell me about that.”
“I don’t mind. The McCains don’t have secrets. If they do, this one will surely come out anyway, if it hasn’t already been discussed over at the shooting range.”
Lantry snickered. “Wouldn’t you like to be one of those bullets in a plastic case over there?”
“I’d probably be a target,” she teased.
When the laughter subsided, he cupped her face and said, “Never.”
Another uncomfortable silence passed, and he released her. “Tell me what happened before I get in trouble here.”
Lynlee nervously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Blaine’s phone was dead, so he asked to borrow mine. He said he needed to talk to someone at the Wheeler feedlots. While he was on the phone, Rhett was texting…a lot. When Blaine disconnected the call, he read the text from Rhett. It was pretty personal.”
“Really?” Lantry asked, definitely probing.
“Rhett asked for text sex.”
Lantry snorted at that.
“Yeah, I know. Well, you’d have to understand the relationship Rhett and I have.”
“Relationship?” Lantry asked, feeling a twinge of jealousy and pissed at himself for feeling envy in the first place.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know about us. We have a history. I’m sure you’ve heard all about it.”
“A short one,” Lantry reminded her. “It’s about to get shorter, too.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh, come on now, Lynlee, I mean, look at the past you have with the McCains. We were family before you married Blaine. There’s nothing I don’t know about you.”
“You keep telling yourself that, Lantry McCain,” she whispered, patting his hand until he jerked away. He was afraid of her touch, of how her fingers raking across his made him feel as if a sudden surge of electricity zipped straight through his balls.
“Anyway,” she continued, “after the first text was behind him, Blaine read the others. For some reason I’d saved them.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “You have to understand how things were between all of us. Before the wedding, your parents were traveling. Blaine was in Texas every week, and he knew what was going on with Carlisle and Rhett. He gave his consent, his blessing, really.”
“So Blaine knew from the beginning you were sleeping with Carlisle and Rhett when he wasn’t in town?”
“Of course, he knew. I love him.”
Lantry took a deep breath. “Do you love Rhett and Carlisle, too?”
“I thought you wanted to know what happened the night I met Marks.”
“I do, and you’re right. Don’t answer that. How you feel about Carlisle and Rhett is none of my business.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asked, the question a real humdinger.
“Don’t go there with me, Lynlee,” he warned. “You can’t handle what you’ve got, much less what you’re inviting.”
“You don’t know that,” Lynlee replied, gnawing her bottom lip. “Besides, I feel safe with you.”
“You should,” Lantry said, tipping the end of her nose with his forefinger. “I’ve been looking out for you since you were a kid.”
“Yes, but I’m not a child anymore, Lantry.”
He pushed away from the ground and stood. Pushing his fingers through his hair, he said, “Maybe we should go back to the house and talk about this.”
“I’m not ready to leave. It’s a beautiful day, and I’m content right here.”
He grunted and sat back down.
“I won’t bite, Lantry.”
“You’re hitting on me, Lynlee.”
“A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, did it?”
“I don’t know. Is that how it started with Carlisle?”
Lynlee tilted her head and shot him a million dollar smile. “That’s exactly how everything began with Carlisle.”
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Lynlee McCain sat with her knees tightly drawn against her chest. She tilted her head upward and inhaled the warm North Carolina mountain breeze rich with a variety of refreshing fragrances including a blend of lilac, honeysuckle, freshly cut grass, and a hint of hyacinth.
The morning was the start of a glorious May Day. Lynlee plucked a buttercup from the soft soil, counting her blessings—and she had several to consider. The year in review brought a smile to her face, but just as quickly as she thought of the men in her life, she also recalled the threat that almost destroyed them all. Twirling the flower stem between forefinger and thumb, her mind’s eye refused to leave the past where bad memories should’ve remained. Dead and buried.
A few yards beyond a wooded nest of tall oaks and mature maples, birds scattered, rising high above the massive green bouquet of natural beauty. The flock didn’t depart with a soft song or silent glide toward the sky. Instead, they flew away as if someone disrupted them, like an intruder invaded their country, their fields. Flapping wings and high-pitched squealing resounded, reminding Lynlee of a bad scene from a horror movie.
“Is someone there?” Lynlee called out, pressing her palms to the ground. Lynlee’s pulse raced. Her heart pounded harder and harder. Someone was watching. Danger lurked. She sensed trouble. And rarely, if ever, was her sixth sense wrong.
“Hello?” she yelled, her eyes searching the meadows, the pasture beyond the rushing brook and spring-fed fishing pond.
Leaves whispered the only reply, ruffling with a rising wind. Lynlee hurried to her feet, alert and anxious.
She scoured the lay of the property before her. This was McCain territory, her land and home.
Two large forms emerged from the full forest. At first glance, she released a sigh, relieved to see men she initially thought were two of her own. Dressed in denim jeans and fitted T-shirts, their approach was slow and easy. One cowboy, the tallest fellow, took the lead. Coming forward, he kept a predator’s gait, cautious and deliberate with his head down, the brim of his hat settled low on his brow. That’s when she spotted a noticeable limp.
None of her guys walked with a break in their stride.
Lynlee recognized the danger, the old promise of a dated threat humming in her ears, beating softly like death’s march. Lynlee didn’t waste another moment by second-guessing her fear. She’d learned valuable lessons from the past and if she wanted to survive, there was only one thing left to do—run.
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Monday, June 25, 2012
Angelic Forecast ~ #199
"Yes. As long as we remain inside the pyramid there will be no disruption. No harm to any timeline." He takes of hold of my hand, his love for me like a warm tropical breeze inside me.
Even though I cringe inside at my next question, I ask anyway. "The Destroyer, what were you about to say?"
"Even now, there is a battle being waged to gain control of the Destroyer. As there is a battle for control over the Olympic ritual."
My spine turns to ice. "Ritual? What do you mean?"
Dhuroth cups my head tenderly, and caresses over my hair. "The Dark Ones intend to complete what is called a satanic ritual on Earth. However, the good force is using their magick to claim the fire, the flame of the Olympic torch."
"Then the torch flame is being used as an important part of the ritual." My heart beats fast, too fast.
"Fire is dimensional in nature. One who stares into the flames may see through to another world. The Olympic flame is being used to open a gateway, as an invitation to sinister beings who once ruled Earth."
"The stargate?"
"No, this is a specific gateway, a separate door so to speak. However, yes, as we have discussed they are also attempting to open an intergalactic stargate."
'Evil upon evil," I murmur, then shake uncontrollably.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
From this point forward, the Dragon of Tyranny battles the Dragon of Liberty. It will be a fight to the death. This ongoing struggle will affect everyone on Mother Earth in profound ways, often unusual ways.
Around the world, 'resistance' to the establishment rises with the fiery strength and swiftness of a phoenix. Soon each day will become a choice, and every individual will have to decide -- do I choose liberty or bow before tyranny?
The following week begins a period in time where 'the extreme' rules. The rending of all that has been continues in quantum leaps, while the emergence of what will be shoots up like Spring growth. This is humanity's opportunity, and each individual's chance, to choose a new path, a new way. One that is from the heart and directed by the soul.
On the paranormal front, the campaign to freak the population out over an impending extraterrestrial invasion continues. This will be done with subtle psychological maneuvering of the press, by planting misinformation with whistleblowers, and by using the power of the entertainment media.
On the economic front, crash, boom, bah humbug. It's not a pretty picture around the world, and it will only get worse this week. The bankster gangsters have lost control of their ravenous zombi-bank monster at this point. While this 'monster' consumes its own tail, and destroys everything in sight, plans are in the works for a series of bank holidays which are already happening, but disguised so the public at large will remain fooled.
Declaring themselves the saviors and the rulers, the bankster gangster crew will demand 'the people' obey them. Out of this, a tide of resistance grows, and THOSE who truly care about humanity will stand together. They will be instrumental in bringing about a new economy.
Also, remember, barter is one wave of the future. Dare to prepare now.
On the truth front, the gargantuan evil that is censorship rises like your worst nightmare. This worldwide iron fist is meant to crush any opposition. Already, covert cyber technology is being used by the dark-side psychopaths to crush the human spirit forever. If allowed to continue, books, videos, and writings of every kind, will disappear into the blackhole of history -- one that will be said never to have existed.
As well, a major player in the new world order will be OUTED this week.
On the war front, for the next several months, the northern and southern border wars intensify horrifically. It will be difficult for the brain-drain media to keep this brutal conflict hidden. On the global front, this week there will be major clashes as the bad-cabal-guys try to trigger a world war, and collapse the economy even more.
On the AWAKENING front, humanity continues to wake up around the truth about war -- as a means by the soulless ones to control and conquer all of 'the people'. Out of this realization, many will change sides to stand with THOSE of us who love humanity, and love life.
On the personal front, this week it's all about relating to others and how you do it -- your strengths, your weaknesses. Relationship with others, with everything in life, is the golden key to the Aquarian Age. This is the time to simply notice your personal interactions. How they flow, or don't -- no need for any judgement. This is about learning what works and what doesn't.
Also, this week is ideal to begin or continue any projects that will assist your well-being in the future.
At this time, personal protection becomes crucial, and so is being with like-minded people. With the economy leaving many desperate, extra caution is needed.
On the food front, genetically modified grass is off-gassing cyanide, and killing cattle in Texas according to a veterinarian report. As never before, the dangers of GM crops is being exposed.
On the good side, people are returning to the land in droves, and many will become the farmers and ranchers of the future.
On the land changes front, this is a complex and volatile picture. Mother Earth is growing in size, and reforming herself. Her tectonic plates are shifting, and there are key changes taking place around the planet's core. As well, the weather wars rage on, and so do the earthquake wars. Therefore, devastation is always around the corner, and will be used as an excuse to bring in draconian measures.
On the really bad news front, another Great Divide forms at this time. Those in the population who have been successfully 'zombified' will now hamper and come against the individuals who have 'not' been completely mind controlled by the system.
Also, class warfare and race wars are being provoked by deliberate propaganda programs disguised to appear like public service announcements. As has been stated before, every diabolical method is/will be used to get us all fighting with each other. This includes the use of *not-for-public-view* mind frequency technology that alters the best of friends into instant enemies.
Despite the recent public announcement that drone bases exist across the country, and drones are to be used against Americans, these news reports have now been silenced by the establishment, after an outcry. However, the drones are here. They are deadly and they are flying.
Trendwise, as the year, 2012, progresses, success becomes defined differently. This trend has been happening since the mid nineties. Now it will fast forward, and true success will be measured by how well you relate to others, your standup character -- and by what you bring to others that helps them build a better life.
Another trend, clothing styles are about to undergo a massive change for large sections of the population. This happens because so many are changing their lifestyles, and their ideas about how to live life. Practicality will rule over style. However, style now becomes the province of the individual, and a renaissance of fashion blooms. Often clothing choices will be a reflection of a particular community. The day of the dynastic fashion houses is fast coming to a close, except for the few rich-enough clingers.
This will be a serendipitous week in many ways, and unexpected joy is likely to light up your heart. Enjoy.
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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Friday, June 22, 2012
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Shanghai Shindu lives a carefree life in the tropics as a shape-shifting shark, hunting the land and the sea. He shows up with the rest of his pack of shape-shifting sharks at the wedding party for his brother. Shanghai never expects to meet his mate at a party full of werewolves and vampires, and is even more shocked to find he is human.
Cain Castle is working undercover as a handyman on the private island, but he is a psychic and a healer helping to keep an eye on the wedding guests. It’s a dangerous job, but there is also the crazy, overwhelming attraction to Shanghai, who doesn’t even acknowledge he exists until the day Shanghai stops a vampire from having him as lunch. Suddenly Cain is swept up in a world full of dark pleasures and sinful delights.
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Thursday, June 21, 2012
***SPANKED BY AN ANGEL***
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Fleeing memories of her recent divorce and longing for some control over her life, Abigail Cosslin takes a two-week vacation at an exclusive resort that caters to its guests’ every desire. When she becomes involved with two of the resort’s mysterious, sexy owners, she doubles her pleasure, but what are they hiding?
Zachary Neville and Emmett Fallon are Nephilim who’ve been imprisoned on Earth for ninety years, and unless they fall in love with a mortal woman, they’re destined to live out eternity indulging in their favorite vices with no permanent satisfaction.
Zach and Emmett helped start Lilith’s Playground during Prohibition as a way to snub those who had a hand in their punishment, but each man longs for true love.
When they meet and seduce Abigail, hope begins to build. But will she believe their story and accept them on such terms? Or will she be lost to them forever?
EXCERPT:
Abigail caught the scent of baked apples and cinnamon, causing her stomach to rumble. When she stepped inside the stables, she hugged her elbows. Heat lamps were scattered along the floor, but the temperature still had to be below freezing. A couple of horses whinnied at her presence, and one stuck its muzzle over the stall door as she walked past. She stopped to stroke his forehead, when Zach rounded a corner.
The smell of baked apples grew stronger, and Abigail realized it had to be coming from him. What was with the owners here? Did they all smell like something delicious and mouthwatering? She’d obviously been too distracted to notice his scent at dinner.
His pewter eyes regarded her with surprise. Snow dotted his wavy hair, and his cheeks were ruddy, as though he’d been outside for some time. “Abigail. Are you signed up for a sleigh ride?”
She shook her head, struggling to remember all the things she’d planned to say to him. Her breath came in short gasps as they stood staring at each other. What was wrong with her? She had nothing to fear from this man.
“Taking a walk then?” His speech was no longer slurred and his tone pleasant, not sarcastic or insolent, as it had been earlier. She started to wonder if she’d hallucinated the entire conversation at dinner.
“I came to find you.” Squaring her shoulders, she held his gaze. “I have a few things to say to you.”
He strolled next to her and patted the horse. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he? Name is Antares. We’ve named them all after stars.”
Abigail was stunned into silence. A few hours ago, this man had been drunk and incredibly rude. Now he stood here, smelling good enough to eat, talking about horses and stars. Had she stepped into The Twilight Zone?
When he fixed her with an intense gaze, her heart skipped a beat. “Will you take a ride with me? We can talk in the sleigh.”
What game did he think he was playing? “We can talk right here.”
“I’d love to show you the trails. They wind through the pines, and we’ve lit them with torches to keep them warmer.”
“I don’t understand you at all, Zach.”
His gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, then regarded her again with a mixture of sadness and regret. His eyes were the most unusual shade of gray she’d ever seen, and had almost an iridescent quality to them. She blinked to keep from staring.
“Come on. Let’s hitch up Antares. He hasn’t been out in a few days, and I think he’s itching to take a walk in the snow.”
As if the horse were a coconspirator, he whinnied and began to prance. Abigail watched Zach put the bridle on Antares, then followed him outside where several men waited to help him hitch the horse to a sleigh. What was it about this man? Why didn’t she simply insist they talk in the stable? It was freezing cold out here.
As he took her hand to help her into the sleigh, an electric jolt shot through her body, despite the fact they both wore gloves. Soon her arm was infused with warmth that spread all the way down to her toes. What the hell?
He climbed in next to her and grabbed the reins as she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the power this man seemed to cast over her. If she didn’t get this out now, she never would. It was time to stand up for herself.
“You were incredibly rude at dinner. I’m a paying customer.”
“I agree.”
“What?” She turned to face him, expecting to see mockery on his face, but his gaze was fixed on the trail ahead of them.
“I said I agree with you. I was rude. You’re a guest and should be treated with respect. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Well, that certainly took the wind from her sails. Now what? “Why did you speak to me that way?”
“Because when I get drunk, I can’t control my tongue.” He sighed, glanced sideways with what could almost be called a grin, then turned his attention back to the trail.
“Then perhaps you should refrain from drinking alcohol?”
He chuckled softly. “Right again.”
“I sound like I’m lecturing you. Sorry.”
“No, you’re right. I shouldn’t touch the stuff.” He gave her another sideways glance, this time filled with curiosity. “My turn for a question. Why did you come on this vacation?”
Abigail was grateful for the dim light, and the fact her sudden flush could be attributed to the cold. “I told you at dinner. Sharon enjoyed it.”
“But that’s not why you came. I want to know what Abigail Emily Cosslin expected from this trip.”
Shit. She’d walked right into this one. If she evaded his question, she’d come across as rude and bitchy. Plus she’d already nailed him for not responding to direct questions, and here she was doing the same thing.
“Sharon’s description sounded intriguing.”
“What specifically intrigued you?”
“I’d rather not say.” Coward.
She’d expected Zach to keep pushing, but instead he settled back against the leather bench. Abigail would never admit this to him, but it was quite breathtaking out here. The torches cast enough warmth to make the ride comfortable, and the pines sighed and whispered in the soft breeze. Bells jingled softly on the sleigh as they rode. With any other man, this would be incredibly romantic.
Their legs touched as the horse trotted along. There was no room to inch away. Abigail tried not to notice the way his thigh muscles flexed each time he shifted his weight. The smell of apples and cinnamon was stronger now, and she wondered if that was because of the night air. When she realized she no longer felt chilled to the bone, a sudden ripple of alarm sent a shiver through her.
Men didn’t smell like food or have the power to charge the air around them with electricity. They didn’t seduce her with a glance or warm her entire body by their mere presence. Abigail had to admit she hadn’t believed most of the things Sharon had told her about this place. But now that she was here, she had to accept the fact that Sharon might not have been exaggerating.
“Then at least tell me why you were crying at dinner.”
She snapped her gaze to his face. Those pewter eyes held her spellbound, as if she were looking into a pool of shimmering water. The sound of sleigh bells faded into the background as the pool grew larger, promising warmth, peace, and comfort. All she had to do was dive in.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Wednesday's Words For June 20, 2012
For example, when mom and I would go to my aunt and uncle’s for dinner, I wasn’t expected to just help with the after dinner clean up. I was expected to do it all—by myself.
Likewise, growing up, if I was a guest in anyone’s home for dinner, and they served something I really didn’t like, too bad for me. I was expected to eat it and say, “yum yum, thank you.”
Maybe you could class that as a white lie, but I don’t think there’s any real sin involved in that one.
We lived out in a rural community all through my youth, the same one my beloved and I moved to after our first year of marriage. You didn’t often get any “traveling salesmen”. Oh, they came by once in a while, but not often.
Even as I kid I got a kick out of the Fuller Brush man. He always had some little do-dad he would leave behind, even if you said “no, thank you”.
As a matter of fact, I recall when it was acceptable to say “no thank you” to the peddler at the door, and their response would inevitably be, “thank you for your time, have a nice day”.
Not, apparently, anymore.
Lately there has been a new breed of “traveling salesman” prowling our neighborhood. These are young, brash, hard-sell engineers who not only don’t take “no” for an answer, they’re rude.
And not only are they rude, they are pushy and try to intimate you. One man I particularly recall from a couple of years ago came to the door, wanting me to sign up with an “energy re-distributer”. Do you get them in your area?
Now, if the electricity rates had doubled when we got our “smart meters” - that is to say, if we were the kind of people to ignore the “peak periods” and use our a/c, our washer and our dryer at those times—then maybe, and I mean maybe, one of those contracts might have saved us a few dollars.
But I am leery, on principal, of anyone who wants you to sign on the dotted line right away. As if they know that if you have a moment to think things over, you’ll see reason and say: no, thank you.
So I told this gentleman, “no, thank you”, oh, probably about four or five times at least. Despite the fact that my anger was increasing I didn’t slam the door in his face or tell him to take, um, a flying leap. I was still trying, you see, to be polite.
However, this particular gentleman pulled out what he must have thought was his “big gun argument”. Now please keep in mind, I am dressed very casually around the house most days, when I am writing. My hair is caught up, haphazardly in a clip; I’m decently covered, but I am wearing jammies—long ones in the winter, short ones in the summer, but jammies for me are my “business apparel” of choice.
This would-be salesman of the year looked me up and down, and said, “Perhaps you’re just too stupid to understand what I’m saying to you.”
Now friends, there does come a moment, and I am certain my mother, rest her soul, would agree, when it is time to abandon that which clearly does not work.
So I said, “Actually, I probably would score well above you on any IQ test you’d care to name. Moreover, I’m a published author, and, congratulations, you’ve earned a spot in my next novel as the obnoxious itinerate asshole.”
Well, perhaps my mother wouldn’t quite approve of my language, but I did feel ever so much better when I then shut the door in his face.
Love,
Morgan
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