Most beloved ShapeShifter Lovers! Real Thanksgiving Roars! Ferocious howls, yowls, and growls… also lots of winter-coming cuddles… or live like a beaver.
Time to finish our winter lodges beneath the moon’s spectacular radiance… time to fortify our dens against the season’s invading, knifing cold… yes, time to get seriously and sweetly cozy, my friends… don’t delay, stockpile nutritious, sustaining foods… also, lay in a supply of yummy goodies to feast upon… bring out the thick lovely blankets and snuggle while the winds howl, while the snows wildly swirl forming huge deep drifts that can bury a moose.
Or hunker bunker down. This is the beginning of the Pagan New Year. It’s gonna be wild and woolly, wayward and wondrous, wicked and weird in the extreme… with a whirlwind of wingnuts on the rampage who want to ravage the world into endless compliance, to complete obedience.
Beware. Take Care. And Prepare Like a Beaver.
Caressed By Moonbeams, How Cute Is This Beaver?
The Spiritual Meaning of the Beaver Moon
The Beaver Moon encapsulates a unique sense of withdrawal, akin to the instinctive act of tucking in and snuggling down to wait out the impending cold. Energetically, this lunar phase becomes a poignant juncture—a time to begin the deliberate collection of resources and the settling down for the winter season. Much like the beavers constructing their lodges for protection, this period encourages us to create our metaphorical sanctuaries, preserving our energies and fortifying ourselves for the colder months.
In essence, the Beaver Moon carries a dual symbolism—one that harks back to ancient traditions tied to sustenance and survival through hunting and another that resonates with the instinctive pull to withdraw, snuggle down, and conserve resources in harmony with the natural rhythm of the changing seasons.
So, it was revealed by Robert Morningstar on his Sunday show at revolution.radio that Thanksgiving Day was changed this year from it’s true date… no, this coming Thursday is the real date. How about that?
Why?
Too bad, I won’t discuss the reason here because it’s considered to be a (HELP) dreaded conspiracy theory.
Nevertheless, this is a freakin’ good opportunity for me, for Wolf Peak Territory.
Real Thanksgiving Greeting-Roars! to one and ALL.
He was delicious… naw, this feather was a gift from the One Great Spirit, floating onto my forest path. I am a Shaman Shapeshifter. My intrepid team and I patrol the borderlands. Roars, the Peak must be protected at all fierce-costs. Forever.
The infamous TURKLES of Wolf Peak, a shopping trip into the rural quaint town of Moonrise Lake. Gobble, gobble, they have a grand and enormous family to feed.
Ma and Pa Turkle pass many a working organic farm and ranch. The Peak is dotted with more and more such wonderful food-producing families. For, they are enthusiastically welcomed.
Golden Unicorn Princess… She Adores the Children and Offers Loving Divine Guidance… plus lots of meadow-galloping rides.
When Dante, the alpha wolf-shifter leader, dreamed of his future realm while traveling the world on his badass motorcycle .,. while he mourned his unrequited love, Kitty.
This is not Kitty, but a good white-witch friend of hers. Yes, she contributes to the Circle of Witches.
Great Grandfather Turkle… Shortly Before Traveling West to the Wilds of Montana.
The Turkles on their usual stroll through the surrounding…
gorgeous and bountiful farmlands of Wolf Peak.
The Gathered Feasts…
Happily Enjoyed by the lustily procreating, field-romping Rabbit Clans… indeed, their Hare Shaman vanquishes the predator-bad dragons.
Bringing home one of the ginormous pumpkins found in the Peak. Someone has a big hankerin’ for lots of punkin pies… and the toasted seeds are darn tasty too… not to mention they’re good for man parts.
Wolf Peak Wych With Her Raven Familiar Celebrating the Pagan New Year in the Grandeur of the Late Autumn Woods… All good and powerful Beings are Welcomed to the Peak Community.
Harvest Celebration at One of the Family Farms Owned By Equine Shapeshifters, a Draft Breed of Percheron.
The Turkles Visit the Farm In their Wild Turkey Form.
After the Castle’s Fall Feasting and the Entertaining Medieval Games She Walks the Peaceful Prairie Solitude With Her Favorite Horse… All is Good.
Pumpkin-Loaded… Vintage Pickups Are a Huge Favorite In the Farmlands. Small Froggie Shifters Abound and Bound About Freely, Happily. Yes, a few Transform Into Prince Charming.
Not Waiting For a Prince Charming… Loving Herself and Enjoying the Autumn Beauty of Mother Nature.
An old-fashioned farm house and barn, a relic found near the Wolf Peak town of Sunrise Prairie. It was lovingly restored by Amish Mule Shapeshifters.
Festivities With One of the Enchanted Fae at Her Cottage In the Deep Magical Forests of the Peak. She is Adored by One and All, Leading Herb Foraging Hikes.
Come Hither, For Gratitude Is Smiled Upon By the Divine Creator.
A Small Beautiful Fae — Many Tribes Live and Joyfully Thrive In the Peak. They Teach the Children About Mother Earth’s Ever-Abundance while Spiritually Watching Over Them.
The Children Always Visit the Wild Turkey Wisdom Teacher. He Embraces Their Open Hearts, Nourishes Their Ferocious Curiosity. And Loves It When They Stroke His Feathers as If He Were a Favored Pet.
A Thanksgiving Card Given to the Turkey Wisdom Teacher.
Love From the Fae Goddess. One of Wolf Peak’s Top Leaders, Dante Relies On Her Mystical Heavenly Guidance.
Small Portrait of Dante, Founder and Alpha Wolf Leader of Wolf Peak.
Dante and his Mate, Kitty — Their Twin sons — Go Walking and Running With the Turkle Clan. They Often Wrestle With Each Other. Feathers and Fur Fly… but no real harm is ever done.
Dante ‘shifting’ to his warrior-face. An attacking foe lurks.
The Foe: AI-Built and Bred In One of Several Secret Chicom Labs… Absolutely, Any Weaponized Beast To Destroy Wolf Peak, a Domain of Fierce Freedom, of Rebellious Strength Against Psychotic Worldwide Tyranny.
After All, the Sacred and Wholesome Goodness of the Peak’s Diverse Families, the Vitality of their Growing Indomitable Culture… Must Be Protected, Preserved For the Sake of ALL in the Galaxy.
Kitty Sneaks Up On Her Mouse Friend… just for some chasing-fun before chowing down on a lavish Thanksgiving Dinner.
Welcome to Wolf Peak, My Friend. It’s been a Kali Yuga Age since we lustily dined and drank at our Harvest-filled table, then reminisced for a long night before the great fire-burning hearth.
Remember, my dearest friend, When Our Dragons and Turkeys Roamed the Family Estate Lands, Frolicking Like the Older Toddlers.
Awww, yes indeed… The Days of Delightful Travel, of Overseeing Our Fertile Green Countryside… Nothing More Magnificent and Rewarding, my robust monster friend…
Oh, and Recall Our Gypsy Raccoon, my little monk friend… She could pickpocket the most talented thief, relieving him of his prized hidden coins.
She lives here now, my winter-hairy friend… With a Raccoon Shapeshifter clan-family. Romance is in the crisp Autumn Air for our Gypsy, I tell you.
Speaking of, my hood-hiding friend, I have had the lucky fortune to scout out a little ranch homestead here, which is owned by benevolent Tuatha de Danann High Elves. They wish for me to join them.. you know, employ my set of specialized skills.
A Perfect Placement, I Will Say. If You Still Abide Our Friendship My Presence Is Welcome There. For, We Share Archery Training and Such Amusements.
The Pet Dog Puritans of the Peak, shapeshifters who own an old-fashioned General Store in the town of Green Buffalo — much appreciated by the local population, especially the surrounding ranch owners.
One of the shop’s Thanksgiving quaint homey displays.
The shop kitten… she found her way to the backdoor, racing inside when the door opened for a delivery. Who could refuse this cutie?
Already at home in the shop, her Blue Feline Alien companion likes posing for the customers… they are slowly becoming allies.
Mr. Shapeshifter Shar Pei joins the staff at the General Store for the Christmas Season.
Bringing their precious farm produce to trade for Goods at the General Store. This is an ‘American and Wolf Peak Territory’ very cherished tradition. Growing food is always highly encouraged.
He Guards the Produce Anticipating His Doggie Biscuit Reward.
This large KittyKat ranch family owns the Cattleman Grub shop in Green Buffalo. Business is booming as many stock up on meat products. No one buys the current elite-idiotic narrative. Not with the overwhelming abundance available in the Peak.
Grateful for herds of grass-fed beef…
Dinner is about to be served…
I am here. We can begin. I decree it so. By Divine Favor, You may begin the feasting.
Done being a Harvest decoration… when do we dig in and yum-yum licking-clean our plates?
Me too… when do we devour the Thanksgiving feast? I add the crispy morsels with my internal flamethrower… enjoy a piece or two… my treat.
Patience Is a Virtue… I Get the Turkey Giblets.
Wait…
HAPPY REAL THANKSGIVING DAY
Bringing Your Baby Dragon to the Harvest Thankagiving Festival at One of Several Mountain Castles. They Were Created So Very Long Ago… Before and During the Tartarian Age.
This Warrioress and Her Battle Dragon Are Attending the Opulent and Medieval-Dancing Festival As Well. She is Training Him to Be a Superb Dance Partner. Yes, He is More Than Willing.
Mistress of the Castle Manor and the First Dance, She is Adored as a Matchmaker in the Wolf Peak Community.
As the Daughter of an Immortal Viking Queen She Helps Raise the Castle Dragons — following in the ancient revered tradition.
The Castle’s Watcher Owl… he observes every dimension, all the Myriad Beings and Creatures… those who can enter, those who cannot…
The Castle’s Druid Cat Shaman… yes, he’s made a small fortune selling his image as magical whimsy… however, good earthly fortune is always attached… a way of gifting to humans.
Harvest Wreathes On Many a Peak Door…
The Majesty of Stags, an inspiration to the Spirit… the true wealth of living in Wolf Peak.
As are the invaluable working ranches…
The old-time cowboy life suits many a soul, heart, and spirit…
A Super Cowgirl, she lives her dream. For real. Don’t Mess With Texas Sassy. She is a dead shot. If you are a bad guy endangering anyone in Wolf Peak, well hell, your balls are in grave danger. And do not even think of stealing her Turkey dinner.
Final Harvest From the Peak’s Hay Fields…
Before Winter Snows Blanket the Resting and Sleeping Lands… When Mother Earth Dreams of Springtime Flowers, of Sunny Yellow Daffodils Waving in the Warm Breezes…
Remembering the Family Thanksgiving Dinner… Once Upon a Time this Was a Good Thing… what happened?
What happened to REVEREND MARTIN LUTHER KING JUNIOR’S: I HAVE A DREAM…?
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
During Sunday’s broadcast Holden A. from California, a Native of the Chumash Tribe. His Grandfather is on the Chumash Tribe board up in Santa Ynez. This is his family at Super Bowl LVII. Everyone is making a massive deal out of this, only trying to show one side of his face to push their narrative. Real Kansas City Chiefs Fans Salute You Holden And Your Family.
ONCE UPON A TIME: DREAMING THE AMERICAN DREAM THAT WAS THE GOOD FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN JOHN F. KENNEDY JR AND DONALD J. TRUMP… I was hoping, praying, asking, do we get to live in Camelot? For Real.
Most beloved ShapeShifter Lovers! Ferocious howls, yowls, and growls… and fist bumps from their many Bunny Pals like the Rabbit ET Pilot, Blade Runner.
Given the world situation, I needed some fun… the rabbits intervened. So, no deep dark rabbit hole and here we go!
Dreaming of heavenly colors, the lovely glowing light that embraces our Earth with a plethora of sweetest joys… bathe, breathe in this soul-enhancing happiness.
She dreams, kissed by the starry grandeur of night, of plentiful peace. of bold-hopping personal power for ALL.
The Celtic Dreaming Hare Is Cherishing His/Her Multitude of Ancestors, and the Cosmic Maker, the Creatoress of His Sentient Loving Kind on Earth — all of the Hare Races cuddling and swiftly bounding throughout the MultiUniverse. Hold a ‘willing’ bunny if you need comfort
What is the Old English word for hare?
From Middle English hare, from Old English hara (“hare”), from Proto-West Germanic *hasō ~ *haʀ-, from Proto-Germanic *hasô, from *haswaz (“grey”), from Proto-Indo-European *ḱh₂s-én-.
The rabbit couple dreams of a flower-bountiful, delightful land where their bunny babies romp and grow and live happily, hoppily ever after…
The Silvery Night-Roaming Rabbit of the Tuatha De’ Danaan… She dances over the wild fertile lands and dreams of the ancient Mages, their good and splendid Magick that transforms our human SPIRIT into eternal greatness.
The Tuatha Dé Danann are described as a supernatural race, much like idealized humans, who are immune from ageing and sickness, and who have powers of magic.
Jumping Over the Crescent Dreaming Moon, the Hare Sorceress Practices Fulfilling the Wishes of all Those Who Want Families. Around them, are the playing, cavorting footsteps of babies, of their children.
The Rabbit Warrioress Dreams the Fiercest Guardians, the Take-No-Prisoner Protectors… She Dream-Creates Them Into Material-Realm Reality. For, She Adores Earth, ALL Beings On the Blue Marble Planet — favorite of many Galactic Goddesses and Gods.
The hare is widely represented in world mythology and from ancient times has had divine associations. Its swiftness and elusive behaviour, particularly at night, have reinforced its reputation as a magical creature. The hare was believed to have mystical links to the female cycle and to the moon which governed it.
Both the hare and the rabbit have lunar associations and are fertility symbols in many cultures. In China for example, the hare represents reproductive power and longevity. The hare and rabbit both appear regularly as trickster figures, most notably in the Brer Rabbit tales, traditional African stories taken to American plantations by slaves…
My Heroine in the past post, SHE WHO SINGS. She is a gorgeous Rabbit Humanoid currently working on a space station as a singer-entertainer. After one look, he can’t and doesn’t resist. For, she is the hero’s most seductive dream.
Once When Rabbits Dreamed of the First Moon… An invitation to Orbit was offered. this to vibration-electrically heal Mother Earth. For, the tidal waters were becoming dangerous to the new, flourishing life forms, now essential to evolutionary progress.
Dreaming bunnies, the rabbits, the hares into the third-dimension paradise that Terra, Planet Earth, was in the beginning… as it was intended to be. an incredible playground paradise… this, before the tragic hijack by intergalactic darkside Magicians.
In Honor of the YEAR OF THE RABBIT as 2023 ends in this revolutionary-evolutionary cycle of time… WE CHOOSE the fertile, frolicking, fantastic-dreaming life of Rabbit Spirit life NOT the impotent, listless death of mafia globalism.
The belief of animism was also integral to tribal belief, animism is the understanding that all things in nature possess a spirit and presence of their own, so that rocks trees and the land were things to be learned from – as well as the ancestral spirits, who acted as guides for the future well-being of the tribe (although some beliefs about time were radically different to our own understanding).
Considering a rabbit’s foot lucky is actually an ancient tradition in much of the world. At least as far back as the 7th century BCE, the rabbit was a talismanic symbol in Africa, and in Celtic Europe, rabbits were considered lucky as well. Thus keeping a part of the rabbit was considered good fortune, and a rabbit’s foot was a handy means by which to benefit from the luck of the rabbit. These traditions were not marred much by the onset of other more prominent religions like Christianity. Even in the strongly Catholic Ireland of the Middle Ages, there were still superstitious beliefs regarding fairies or the Tuatha De Danaan who resided underground. Gradually, as Christianity spread in Ireland, the old Gods of Celtic belief became associated with hell. Rabbits were thought to have special protective powers needed for residing underground. Thus the rabbit’s foot could be protection from evil spirits, and is even considered so today.
Other ancient groups imbued the rabbit’s foot with specific forms of luck. To the Chinese, a rabbit’s foot may be a symbol of prosperity. Also the known proclivity for rabbits to reproduce quickly and breed often has been noted in numerous cultures past and present. The rabbit’s foot can be carried by women who wish to get pregnant, or who wish to enhance their sexual lives. Sexuality in general is also related to the wish for abundance, fertile crops, and good weather. Some traditions of how to collect a rabbit’s foot state that they’re only lucky when taken from cross-eyed rabbits living in graveyards. On the night of a full moon, you must shoot the rabbit with a silver bullet. Further, only the left hind foot is lucky in many traditions. If you can manage all that you don’t need a rabbit’s foot. You must be the luckiest person around.
Hares feature in Irish folklore, and the hare is older than our island’s culture itself. The Irish hare has been immortalised as the animal gracing the Irish pre-decimal three pence piece. Hare mythology exists throughout almost every ancient culture and when the first settlers colonised Ireland, the Irish hare was already an iconic figure. There are many examples in Celtic mythology, and storytellers still relate tales of women who can shape-change into hares. The cry of the Banshee foretelling death might be legend but it may have parallels with the Irish hare of today as it struggles to avoid extinction in modern times. For ancient communities that had struggled to survive the winter with limited food reserves, eggs were often the first of nature’s bounty to save them from starvation. No wonder then that the hare was revered as a symbol of life and endowed with magical powers.
In some parts of Ireland hares continue to be celebrated. The legendary ‘White Hare of Creggan’ can be seen at the An Creagan Visitor Centre in County Tyrone and its white silhouette still adorns local houses. The Celts believed that the goddess Eostre’s favourite animal and attendant spirit was the hare. It represented love, fertility and growth and was associated with the Moon, dawn and Easter, death, redemption and resurrection. Eostre changed into a hare at the full Moon. The hare was sacred to the White Goddess, the Earth Mother, and as such was considered to be a royal animal. Boudicca was said to have released a hare as a good omen before each battle and to divine the outcome of battle by the hare’s movements. She took a hare into battle with her to ensure victory and it was said to have screamed like a woman from beneath her cloak.
The Celtic warrior Oisin hunted a hare and wounded it in the leg, forcing it to seek refuge in a clump of bushes. When Oisin followed it he found a door leading into the ground and he eventually emerged into a huge hall where he found a beautiful young woman sitting on a throne bleeding from a wound in her leg. The transmigration of the soul is clearly seen in Celtic lore such as this, the life of the body is not the end of the spirit, this is understood to take other forms successively.
In Europe there are wide-spread remnants of a cult of a hare goddess and man has for centuries feared the hare because of the supernatural powers with which he has endowed her solitude, her remoteness and her subtle, natural skills. Active at night, symbolic of the intuitive, and the fickleness of the moon, the hare is an emblem of inconstancy. Like the moon which is always changing places in the sky, hares have illogical habits and are full of mystery and contradictions. Certainly it has never been regarded as an ordinary creature in any part of the world, and in ancient Egypt the hare was used as a Hieroglyph for the word denoting existence
Many divergent cultures link the hare with the moon and Buddhists have a saying about the “shadow of the hare in the moon” instead of the man in the moon. They see the hare as a resurrection symbol. The moon is perhaps the most manifest symbol of this universal becoming, birth, growth, reproduction, death and rebirth. The moon disappears, dies and is born again, and this underlies most primitive initiation rites, that a being must die before he can be born again on a higher spiritual level.
The symbol of the hare was used deliberately to transfer old pagan religion into a Christian context, and the Albrecht Durer woodcut of the Holy Family (1471-1 528) clearly depicts three hares at the family’s feet. Later superstition changed the Easter hare into the Easter rabbit or bunny, far less threatening than the ancient pagan symbol and very few people will be aware that the hare ever held such standing.
As the ancient beliefs died, superstitions about the hare were rife and many witches were reported to have hares as their familiars.
Today we talk of a lucky rabbit’s foot but for many generations a hare’s paw or foot was used as a charm against evil, a throw-back to the long forgotten belief in Eostre the Celtic dawn goddess.
When you next see hares boxing in the fields, remember that they are not simply soft cute animals. They carry millennia of mythology, folklore and tradition with them. Mankind’s reverence has helped them to shape the rituals and traditions that we still celebrate across the world.
From Another World, A Bunny PlayGirl Spy Dreaming of her Adored Pet Bunnies… Tease them, but never please them — that’s her motto for the targets.
BOO-TACULAR DAY and WEREWOLF SNARLS from Wolf Peak Territory…
From: indigoangel222.com
The Spiritual Significance of Halloween
Halloween, which gets its roots from the pagan festival of Samhain, falls on October 31st, when the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead is believed to be the thinnest…
…In pagan times, Samhain was celebrated from October 31st till November 1st, as it was believed on 1/11 spiritual activity was at its highest.
This was due to the rising of the Pleiades, which would reach their highest point in the sky during this time of year in the Northern Hemisphere.
The Pleiades are said to represent the cycles of death and rebirth, and this coincided with the cycle and rhythms of Mother Nature too.
The veil between the living and the dead is also said to be thinnest due to the Sun’s position in the deep and intuitive sign of Scorpio.
Scorpio energy is all about transformation and honoring the cycles of death and rebirth, but it also rules over the paranormal and our connection to other dimensions and portals.
Another reason that spiritual activity is so high on this night is due to the number code or vibration of the date 111, which we receive when the calendar turns to November 1st.
111 is an angel number of protection, divine intervention, and angelic support. It also indicates that our guardian angels and loved ones passed are nearby and are sending us a message.
We can also look at the number code of 111 as three pillars, representing this world, the next world, and the state in between. When we unlock this number code, perhaps we too are able to travel with greater ease between these three states of being. Even though a portal is unlocked at this time of year, what we now celebrate as Halloween, is really a celebration of Mother Nature and the ever-evolving energies that live around us and through us. As you know, energy cannot be destroyed instead, it simply shifts from one form to another, and that is exactly what we are called to honor during this sacred time.
In pagan times, important rituals were conducted on Samhain to celebrate death, the gods, the spirits and to understand the connectedness of all beings and creatures in this Universe.
Halloween is not a night to be feared. It is a time to give just a little extra thought to the fact that we are spiritual beings that never die. Instead, we live on in different forms and in different ways. We continually recreate ourselves through the cycles of life.
Whatever “deaths” you have experienced this year, whether it be the death of ideas, loved ones, attitudes, relationships, dreams, and so on, Halloween is the perfect time to honor the shift and to honor the new energy that will now be welcomed into your life.
Halloween is also a great time to celebrate and remember loved ones who have crossed over. You can do this by lighting a candle, leaving out their favorite food, or simply saying a prayer or blessing.
October 31st-November 1st is also a powerful time for strengthening your intuition and connection to the Divine, eternal flame within.
The Huntress Moon
Apologies, once again, I just can’t keep up with my good intentions to post.
Most beloved ShapeShifter Lovers!The Huntress Moon shone full force on October 28, 2023 … Her Ferocious howls, yowls, and growls boldly shimmer-vibrate Wolf Peak Territory, and the world, of course …
For now, the Huntress Moon crystalline-transforms ALL BEINGS of Good and Generous Heart.
These GOOD Ones are the incredible artists of Creation, shaping, dancing our brilliant future into an enchanting kaleidoscopic existence for ALL.
Yes, eventually, your wish is your command.
First, the Goddess Huntress Diana Arrives to smite the terrible monsters who would destroy those who live on Earth… then Earth Herself.
Warrioresses of the Huntress Goddesses travel to the Frontlines, Ruthless to Fight for eternal victory over the alien-ancient Monsters that Be.
Their gallant gorgeous steeds gather in a mythic hidden land. Ready, fierce, the glory fires of battle ignite their hearts.
Graced by Moonlight, Called by the Huntress Moon, this Magickal Stallion joins the Battle to Defeat concealed-by-myth Monsters. He knows their nefarious tricks well.
The Moon Goddess Awakens, Exciting Star-Atomic Energies. These energies nourish our cherished Mother Earth, and thus all life, ALL LIVES.
One by One, She targets the Human Suits occupied by Lost Souls. For, They are Owned by the Degenerate Vile Cabal.
Goddess Diana Ever Vigilante in Her Protection…
Owing to her association with hunting, Diana was also revered as the goddess of the woods, children, and childbirth, as well as fertility, chastity, and wild animals. Her followers thought she had the ability to communicate with forest creatures and even influence their behaviors and movements.Sep 30, 2022
Goddess Archer, She Slays Those Who Hide the Dark-Universe, Human-Devouring Monsters within their Earthly Flesh.
My MOON STALLION in Another Lifetime… we raced the pathways of Antediluvian Earth, always in Combat against the Evil Ones.
The MOON STALLION’S Mate and their First Son. Life was once Divinely Rich with Real Soul Rewards. I was never happier.
Astride the MOON STALLION Dressed for Battle.
A Gift from the Huntress Moon. Joyous Tears Embrace My Heart as I gaze upon my most adored Star Dogs, once again.
They live in Heaven now.
Yes, Once Upon a Time we were in Atlantis, on Poseidon… then we enjoyed the wondrous splendors of Egypt… oh, those were the precious days. Would I but return…
Powered by the HUNTRESS MOON, the Guardian Pegasuses soar the Wolf Peak skies… always On Watch. The Invasion of genocidal Monsters is ongoing…
He Conquered Medusa and now Fights the Dark-World, Global Monsters with the Might of His Huge Heart, His Indomitable Spirit, His Herculean-god Muscle.
Perseus
Meet Perseus, a demigod of Greek mythology who was famous for killing Medusa by cutting off her head, which he displays in one hand.
Granddaughter of Goddess Diana, She lives in Wolf Peak and is a much admired, most invaluable contributor to the Circle of Witches.
She sits, in sweet communion. in communication with the Huntress Moon
Full Moon Lunar Eclipse, 28th October 2023 (Collective Choicepoint for Manifestation)
FROM MAGENTA PIXIE: The Silver Goddess presents herself at this time atop her White Horse. This is the simultaneous end of an era and the beginning of a new world; and within this birth/death cycle-point, the spotlight shall be shone upon the domain you call America.
Autumn-frisky roars! Howls, Yowls, Growls, and the Nordics of Ye Olden days whisper through time … most beloved ShapeShifter Lovers! Originally posted at ShapeShifter Seduction FIRST… In honor of Friday 13th… pic from Adobe stock…
Sable Kiki, in her feline form — my heroine in BLACT CAT BEAUTY
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THEN… Saturday, OCTOBER 14
The New Moon Solar Eclipse
Saturday, OCTOBER 14
The New Moon Solar Eclipse occurs today at 1:55 PM EDT. In the sign of Libra, the focus is on negotiating, partnering, and creating harmony and balance. It’s about new beginnings regarding these issues, and long-term changes are in the works!
The ring of fire eclipse surrounds the world, both as warning and as blazing-golden opportunity.
The cabal’s weaponized siege against humanity escalates brutally at this timepoint in history/herstory.
Watch your six. Prepare to diligently and fiercely protect yourself, your loved ones as never before. This, from ALL sectors of society … the emerging tech-fascistic regimes to ruthless and unrelenting attacks by cartel thugs, by those desperate for food, for the necessities of life.
Now the financial empires crumble, crash, become crazed. By nefarious design and because of the Great Awakening — the Christ consciousness rises toward ultimate victory.
This is the blazing-golden win, the 1776 righteous battle to spread wildfires of real freedom. Of true independence, of fierce individual sovereignty.
Also, this eclipse fire ring empowers a spirit of new and magnificent renaissance, of incredible innovation and invention. Thus, we ALL win.
The Earth wins. For now, a higher spiritual evolution warms the soul, lovingly hugs the heart of humanity — and sweetly embraces ALL conscious beings.
Absolutely! We are ALL Divinely cherished. ~~~~~~To continue with what originally inspired this blog. Okay, I have a decided affinity, a strong soul connection to the Norse myths, legends, their goddesses and gods, the Vikings, of course — I am ravenous to know their beginnings, their most ancient history/herstory. Yes, Atlantis is one keypoint, given this antediluvian empire was once planet-wide. Many of those living in Wolf Peak Territory… Home to Shapeshifters of all types and stripes … to Supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind … to Extraterrestrials, Interdimensionals, Those from Inner Worlds … and home to several ancient, powerful goddesses and gods, their descendants — and also yes, home to extraordinary humans, of course … Yeah, many Peakites own a Norse lineage. This is a beautiful, insightful, and wonderfully profound presentation which captured me. And might impress you, as well. The Oera Linda Book – ROBERT SEPEHR
FromWikipedia : The Oera Linda Book is a manuscript written in a form of Old Frisian, purporting to cover historical, mythological, and religious themes of remote antiquity, from 2194 BCE to 803 CE. Among academics in Germanic philology, the document is considered to be a hoax or forgery. The manuscript first came to public awareness in the 1860s. In 1872, Jan Gerhardus Ottema published a Dutch translation and defended it as genuine. Over the next few years there was a heated public controversy, but by 1879 it was universally accepted that the text was a recent composition. Nevertheless, a public controversy was revived in the context of 1930s Nazi occultism, and the book is still occasionally brought up in esotericism and Atlantis literature. The manuscript’s author is not known with certainty, hence it is unknown whether the intention was to produce a pseudepigraphical hoax, a parody or simply an exercise in poetic fantasy. Wikipedia
The lost realm of HYPORBOREA-ATLANTIS from whence the gods and goddesses came…
Hyperborea
In Greek mythology, the Hyperboreans were a mythical people who lived in the far northern part of the known world. Their name appears to derive from the Greek ὑπέρ Βορέᾱ, “beyond Boreas”, although some scholars prefer a derivation from ὑπερφέρω. Wikipedia
A Collection of Revealing Images follows… yes, a lot of them live in Wolf Peak Territory… also, the wolves are ancestrally related to Dante, alpha wolf-shifter leader of the Peak.
Fenrir and Tyr “Fenrir is the father of the Sköll and Hati wolves. He is the son of Loki and is predicted to kill the god Odin during the…
Fenrir is a giant wolf from the Norse mythology, child of Loki and Angboda who was bound with a special rope but who is destined to escape upon Ragnarök.
Finnish artist who loves skulls, creatures, winter, forests, space, mythology and other fantastic things. Contact: shinoncommissions@gmail.com
Once upon a time … my life in ‘The lost realm of HYPORBOREA-ATLANTIS’ …
Message to the Dragon Clans of Wolf Peak Territory… and to All who live in the Peak.
From: Dante, Alpha Wolf Leader, and his mate, Kitty
Lost to the cycles of Terran time, come hither my Great Dragons of Divine, of relentless Sacred Justice… Now consume the terrible, antediluvian beasts who would destroy us All on beloved Earth…
Summer’s end roars! Howls, Yowls, Growls, and wind-rushing dragon wings… most beloved ShapeShifter Lovers!
Bogged down once again, unexpected problems, endless frustrations… had to deal with a phone issue. yeah, on and on… life is ridiculous these days. However, pressing forward as usual. So, on with the September 18-20, 2023 portal magick.
Paused due to health issue…huge freaking sighs!
Good gosh. this is redonculous… another bogged-down pause… sheesh.
Astrologer Pam Gregory and Magenta Pixie come together for another discussion. Topics are the September 23rd equinox in Libra, October eclipses, bifurcation into trifurcation, zero point and the crystalline initiation currently taking place within the ascending collective.
by…
“We are not here to know the path. We are here to walk the path with knowing” – Magenta Pixie
The White Winged Collective Consciousness of Nine speak… through the channel Magenta Pixie Messages from Sixth Density to Third, regarding the consciousness raising and dimensional shift now taking place.
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The veil parts opening a new doorway to the Lemurian dimension, thus revealing our fairy realms, the mermaids and dragon… they come to us once again, our friends and pets.
For in 2023, since the ninth day of the ninth month, unravels the dreamtime reality, continuing to the double nine of September eighteenth. Because our 3D density lessens from this point forward
The great Jupitarian expansion accelerates our Human Awakening… and also propels the separation, the wheat from the chaff.
We hurtle toward the new cosmic gateway of Love. An earthly heaven.
April 2024, the Jupitarian collective rises, an unconquerable magnificent dragon. For, the brain balances, or poetry and science harmonize.
Soar on mind wings to higher psychic awareness. An advanced brain patterning emerges. The mystic begins to rule as bliss expands — that is the sacred consciousness.
Now one enlightened soul leads many. This hundredth-monkey phenome spreads the Christ light worldwide, galaxy wide.
Thus, soul liberation, or the genius flow of being human-born grows majestically … the endless sprouting twigs on the tree of life, from whence the gold crystalline dragon perches. Always on Watch.
The Destroyer Dragon descends, swoops over the antediluvian enemies of humankind. For now, the giant Goddess spotlight — the eclipses, the power of the equinoxes, exposes evildoers.
As well, our dragon spirit is activating the human brain. New electrical tendrils spread like lightning throughout the universe, opens amazing Stargates.
This Stargate ascension requires temperance and Divine timing for full realization. Take a breath. enjoy life.
Fly with the dragons once again.
Bathe in our crystalline transformation, in the beautiful vibrancy of our mythic-fairy technicolor realm. This is experinced individually.
Begins an abundant field of opportunity, our human future on Earth, in the galactic realms. Yet know, Armageddon and paradise march together in this current time-era… the real metaphor without the shroud of satanic inversion.
For, our new brain configuration is composed crystalline Tesla-like coils that are the new synapses.
Our inner solar flame, the sacred dragon fire within, is also the outer solar flare… or the true gold of life
NEW FINANCIAL STRUCTURES ARE BEING SEEDED — AS OPPOSED TO THE NOTORIOUS AND NEFARIOUS ***WEF***, THE ENSLAVING CRYPTO ‘CBDS’
INTEGRATION OF THE GOOD SPIRITUAL ECONOMY, TORTOISE SPEED TO FLIGHT OF THE DOVE
WE ARE ASCENDING RAINBOW BEINGS …
not to be confused with the faux transgender rainbow…
BLUE RAY BEINGS ARRIVE TO ASSIST HUMANITY IN THEIR ASCENSION
NOW DEEP SOUL AND HEART KNOWING WINS OUR WORLD
IN THE IMMORTAL WORDS OF JAMES BROWN… “I’ve got soul, and I’m super bad”
LYRICS
SUPER BAD
JAMES BROWN
Watch me Watch me I got it Watch me I got it Hey
[Verse 1] I got something that makes me wanna shout I got something that tells me what it’s all about Huh, I got soul, and I’m super bad
[Chorus] I’ve got soul, and I’m super bad Huh
[Verse 2] Now I got to move that tells me what to do Sometimes it’s easy, ha Now I gotta move that tells me what to do Sometimes I feel so nice, I wanna try myself with you Ha, ha
[Chorus] I got soul, and I’m super bad Ha
[Verse 3] I love, I love to do my thing Ha, and I, and I don’t need no one else Sometimes I feels so nice, good god I jump back, I wanna kiss myself
[Chorus] I’ve got soul, huh, and I’m super bad Hey I said I’m super bad
[Bridge] Bridge, come on Slap it down And round and round Up and down All around Right-on people Huh, let it all hang out If you don’t brothers and sisters Then you won’t know What it’s all about Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Heeeeey Uh, come on
September 23, 2023, considered a critical timepoint
First, the celebration…
considered a critical timepoint …
The monster sharks are surfacing everywhere. Beware. Take care. Yet share love with those who are deserving– including yourself.
COMMENT: Everywhere I look and listen a YUGE EVENT is being forecast. Clif High with his predictive software, various accomplished astrologers like Joni Patry, well known financial analysts and political pundits with their keen eyes on trends… just WE THE PEOPLE as a group sensing, seeing the future — on and on.
What do you think and feel and sense?
JUST CAUSE I WANT TO, A PROMO LEAP BACK IN TIME…
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Steam Hop With the Red Lioness #MFRWsteam #MFRWOrg
Welcome, everyone. I am featuring RED LIONESS TAMED, my second e-published erotic romance, a sci-fi shapeshifter with Liquid Silver Books–yep, back in the day. After a problem with a new editor, I got my rights back, revised Sun Rocket and Draxen’s love story, and Indie published.
One commentor will be selected as the winner of a PDF copy.
RED LIONESS TAMED
Adventures of Sun Rocket, Book 1
A Shapeshifter Sci Fi Erotic Romance Novella
~ Starring ~
Sun Rocket Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan
&
Captain Draxen Z of the Venture ~~~
Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather.
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What does a lioness shifter do when she’s suddenly trapped in an unknown space cruiser’s cargo hold? Then, despite her ability to savagely defend herself, she’s trapped beneath the swashbuckling but human Captain.
And next, cat-scratching ridiculously, she finds herself carnal-trapped, and meow yowl! bound by leather straps in his bed?
Answer: She fights tooth and claw. Problem: The loner Captain is nova-hot at seducing her. ~~~
Shapeshifter lovers, if yer partial to a futuristic adventurous romp of lust and love on the high celestial seas of space…if you have a yen for those cat shifter types, lament no longer.
And watch out if yer a bad kitty shifter roaming and plundering the galactic ports, and the outpost cities, there’s a kick-ass Red Lioness on your fleeing furry tail.
It’s the year 3051 on Terra-Mars, the homeworld of ‘Sun Rocket’ Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan. Orbiting the planet, Mars, Terra-Mars is a terra-formed moon from a thousand years past. ~~~
Warning: Contains capture and bondage by a swashbuckling space captain who has a yen for sex with his partially shifted red lioness woman. [see cover art depiction]
~~~~~~ Chapter One: Sun Rocket and Draxen Year 3051, according to the relic Earth calendar preserved on Terra-Mars “Frax! My brain feels like it’s been spun out of cobwebs.” Sun Rocket squeezed her eyelids open and shut several times. Anything to clear her head.
Aware she lay on a hard metallic surface, Sun Rocket slightly altered her position. After blowing out a large breath, she attempted to open her eyes.
“Frax it to the sun! More cobwebs,” she angrily complained.
Pressing her hand over her eyes, Sun Rocket sniffed carefully. Sterile, her surroundings, except for harmless micro dust – except for her – about half a day away from a bath or a good tongue licking.
Experimentally she shoved with her foot. Half her usual body weight. She was probably inside some cargo hold, orbiting or…
Cargo hold. What the–? Sun Rocket shot up to a sitting position. Her head spun at some undefined warp speed.
Blinking rapidly, she forced one eye to remain open. Ubiquitous gray cargo containers were randomly stacked around her. “How the friggin’ frax…?”
She fought to stand upright, assisted by the lessened gravity, and crashed into a tall stack of empty containers. Stumbling into more containers, she kicked at them, managing to knock them out of her way while her head whirled like a new-forming galaxy.
“Not like there’s going to be a port window in here,” she muttered derisively. Both eyes open now, Sun Rocket watched the wall circle before her impaired vision as if a dimensional portal opened.
Steadier and steadier on her feet, her brain cobwebs clearing, Sun Rocket automatically reached for her left-flank phase pistol.
Gone!
“Dang the villain!…of course,” she reminded herself a split second later. All her weapons would have been stripped during beam transport into the space craft’s hold.
But, whose cargo hold?
Frustrated, wild, Sun Rocket lashed out at the nearest containers. Her combat-trained kicks scattered them, semi-floating the giant cubes away from her.
Spying a dark, glass-looking monitor at the top of the hold, she flung the nearest containers beneath it. Rapidly, Sun Rocket threw the airtight cubes together building a tower.
Heedless of the consequences, she leapt up the huge makeshift steps. Sun Rocket pressed her palms against the wall, and stood on tiptoe. Leaning forward, she tried to examine the reddish convex monitor, still inches above her head – not a type she’d seen before.
“Get down from there!” a highly irritated male voice commanded in third galactic vernacular.
Wobbling precariously, Sun Rocket knelt on one knee. “Not like I can’t land on my feet like a cat,” she murmured, amused.
Gazing down toward the voice’s origin, she saw the fierce male’s flowing locks – well past his shoulders. For a nano-instant, the dark red and amber coloring transfixed her, pleased her.
With his fists planted on his lean hips, the humanoid male glared at her as if she dared interrupt him during his favorite meal. From her vantage point, he looked like a holoromance buccaneer – a fricken fine one.
Sleekly built, he reminded her of a racing cheetah from her homeworld – yet compared favorably to one of the holoprogram’s beautifully muscled heroes.
Even his garments – a style unknown to Sun Rocket in her far-flung galactic travels tracking down, capturing, or if necessary, eliminating cat shapeshifters who had gone bad – well purrs, by her discriminating eye the attractive clothing was reminiscent of ancient Earth’s movie-star swashbucklers.
“Who are you?” she called down to him, then rested on her haunches. It was her good-luck moon, she remained in human form. Not every galactic race ‘appreciated’ feline shapeshifters. To put it tuna-fish mildly.
“This is my vessel. Get down now!”
Frax, Sun Rocket was surprised smoke didn’t billow forth from his ears and his mouth. If he’d been a dragon shifter she’d likely be coughing out lungfuls of nasty smoke.
“You failed to answer my question,” she flung down to him, even as she tensed to do battle.
Ominously he placed his finger on his belt. He pressed, eliminating the weak gravity field. Her tower of containers floated, as she now floated, helpless.
The next moment Sun Rocket felt the pull of gravity, and she plummeted downward. Forcing herself not to shift, and land on her four cat paws, Sun Rocket twisted to land in a roll.
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Enemy or not, Draxen admired the sleek power and the beautiful round curves of the woman preparing to land. If she had been in trouble, he would have caught her, captured her, then discovered who she was – and how she’d gotten in the way of his vessel’s transport beam, whether intentionally or not.
Her unusual female fragrance, a blend of fiery heat and earthy musk, caused his blood to simmer with lust. His cock jerked to life, and as he watched her mane of flaming red hair fly out behind her, his pants tightened uncomfortably.
Gods, his carnal appetite had always been for redheaded women.Special delivery from fate? he asked, as she athletically landed, and rolled.
Draxen launched himself above her, wanting immediate control of her. He also wanted to know how sex-delicious she felt against him.
The woman yielded to his capture, even as he felt the ready-to-spring strength of her muscles. Draxen trapped her hands beneath his, and pouncing like a primitive, he partially covered her curvaceous body.
Her desire to fight him hummed through Draxen, yet she regarded him, cool as ice. Her eyes, stunning in their beauty, held no fear – the sparks of defiance kept veiled, hidden beneath the aqua shimmer of her steady gaze.
Draxen yielded to his own desire, studying her features – exotic high cheek bones, the strong face of a woman warrior, a naturally stubborn jaw.
In equal balance her face was sensually created, her lips full, luscious – her skin ivory, tinted with gold. He could have kissed the upturned tip of her adorable nose. Instead he stared at her tantalizing mouth.
“You could introduce yourself. Now that you have me at your mercy.” Her tone offered no challenge, yet brooked no nonsense from him.
“Your body begs to be with a man, intruder. Do you belong to any man now?”
Either his Creator smiled upon him, or guffawed over His trickery. Draxen wasn’t certain which, given he sailed the galactic sea toward Uresch in search of a suitable woman. One who could fool his family and the bevy of women they would sunrise-surely have lined up for him.
“What a charming compliment. How am I to answer without a proper introduction?”
She mocked him, her tone subtle. As the silence stretched between them, her gaze wavered not one micro-bit, demanding his respect.
“You are aboard my vessel without invitation or authorization. I require your title, your name.” Draxen spoke officially, sternly, when all he wanted was to taste how sumptuous her lips really were…then…
“Why should I trust such knowledge to you? When I don’t know where I am. Or how I precisely ended up here.” Defiance flashed her eyes, then fierceness took over.
“What do you remember?” Draxen decided another course was needed if he was to gain answers – if he was to gain what his cock now begged for.
Fates be kind, her silky green-golden bodysuit clung to every curve and was so thin…
Draxen refocused on her face. The transport beam must have scrambled her most recent memories because she closed her eyes to recall.
“Spurnia,” she murmured, “the coast city of Brill…I was walking along the dock…going to meet a friend…” She halted, concentrating, frowning.
“We ate a small meal together at an outdoor fishery…oh, I remember. She wanted help locating her brother. He’s on a pleasure cruise, the Xroj quadrant. They hadn’t heard from him as he’d promised…and I have connections…I know I was walking back, another route…I like to watch the spaceships glide overhead, and land at the intergalactic port.”
Draxen watched her pause, attempt to focus – to catch any glimpse of what came next in her mind.
“I docked at the intergalactic port,” he offered. “Minor repairs. Supplies…spoke with an acquaintance over space brews.” Never mind the acquaintance had handed over the latest defense device on the black market – for a hefty price, paid for in Jerobb healing tea.
“There’s no cargo in here. What did you transport on board?” She eyed him with some suspicion.
“My sister’s wedding gift. One of them. A premium saddle for her racing llama.”
“Oh…” she burst out, obviously realizing what must have occurred. “Oh no…I stopped at a pen of tiger-horses…to pet them. They were near the tack market…where you beamed up your saddle. Oh noooo,” she moaned.
“Wrong place, wrong time,” Draxen uttered, even as he wondered if it ‘really’ was the wrong place at the wrong time.
Or had fate played its hand? Intervened for him, his own special delivery.
“Return me,” she announced, as if all he had to do was make a quick U-turn, drop her off, then head on his way.
“That was two ports ago. I can’t spare the time.”
She blinked. “How long have I been in here?” Alarm and anger rang inside her voice.
“Two and a half days’ flight time for me.”
Irate, she stared at him, her eyes burning aqua jewels. “You can’t keep me here.”
“No. My cargo hold could be destroyed. How about enjoying the favors of my bed?”
She wanted to claw his eyes out. He witnessed it in the blazing depths of her eyes. Her hands clenched beneath his, strong for their smallish size.
“Leave me at the next port,” she suggested evenly.
“At Uresch?” He raised his brows, waited.
Widening her eyes, she pumped several breaths in and out. “No, thank you.” Draxen felt her pulse race with fear before she spoke again. “I have no desire to be enslaved to a male’s ludicrous rutting whims.”
“Virgin?” he inquired, knowing it was unlikely – yet she wasn’t a female panting after any suitable male. That was star-point clear.
“Because I refuse sex enslavement,” she glared furiously, “you consider me a possible virgin?”
“I consider you perfect for my rutting loins.”
“Quite obvious!” Her gaze was leaping fire. “Given the intruding size of your shaft.”
She pushed her hands against his, protesting. In a bid for freedom she twisted beneath him. When he kept her pinned, she tested his strength for several moments.
“Get off!” she warned, her eyes absolutely beautiful in their savagery.
Trusting his luck to fate, why not? With his curiosity as aroused as his cock, Draxen didn’t ‘get off’ her.
She exploded beneath him, writhing so swiftly, so powerfully, she escaped his hold. Rolling, she gained her feet in one lithe move.
He sprang up, and they faced each other.
Braced for battle, her eyes gleaming like a warrioress, she demanded, “Leave me at the port after Uresch.”
“I can’t, lovely one. My sister’s wedding waits for no one.”
She didn’t bother with speech. She launched an attack, not to harm him…at first. With expert jabbing punches, she measured his ability to counter her moves.
Quickly their contest escalated. Their hands and feet flew, slapping hard against each other. Thuds of flesh and bone – their elevated breathing – were the only sounds as they fought, as they searched for each other’s combat weakness.
The “lovely one” only gave way before his power moves – merely spinning away, then trapping him with her superior agility.
On and on, they challenged each other, as if they battled in a Nikrib contest arena. The instant his smashing blows nearly gained him possession of her, she whipped away, and sprang on top of a container.
From that height, she drove her heel into his jaw. Draxen reeled for a moment. He’d been too slow in avoiding her next blow.
Hold the sweet galactic stars!
The flame-haired beauty proved to be a far more experienced fighter than he’d first thought. She’d been around the galaxy, obvious as asteroids to him now.
She knew exactly how to fight the likes of him. Further, from all indications, she was not desirous of his bed favors.
Soon to be changed, he decided.
Draxen figured his optimal tactic would be fighting her to exhaustion. Fortunately, he flew through a relatively benign area on his space route. And owned the time.
Balancing on the balls of his feet, Draxen followed her feline-agile leaps as she positioned herself. He charged, prepared to capture the woman who had his balls tied in a hellish knot. ~~~~~~
Copyright 2013 Savanna Kougar All rights reserved Originally published by Liquid Silver Books, 2008
Cover Artist: David Burton The original painting by artist, David Burton, is owned by Savanna Kougar
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Originally Published 2008 Original Editor, Jean Cooper This book has been revised by the author, Savanna Kougar. Reissued by Purple Silk Books, 2013
~~~ 29,685 word novella, total words: 34,480 appr. Includes an action flash scene, The Capture of BusterBallsand a long interview with Sun Rocket Kahoqua~~~
~~~ Sun Rocket and Captain Draxen Z invite you to read their love story ~~~ RED LIONESS TAMED ~ Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather ~ *5 Flowers* from Book Cravers Available at ~ SMASHWORDS Premium Catalogue, AMAZON
Summer-bold roars! Howls and Yowls and growls, my beloved ShapeShifter Lovers!
Once upon a LION’S GATE PORTAL on 8/08/2008 my novella TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS was officially e-published. Here’s a nostalgic remembrance just cause I felt like it And because my stallion shapeshifter erotic romance was exceptionally fun to write.
So, the sad story follows…
Copied from my wordpress blog, SHAPESHIFTER KISSES on August 9, 2020
Summer-Humid Howls and Yowls, ShapeShifter Lovers!
It’s darn humid on my tame prairie today, and I am absolutely NO fan. Give me a nice dry heat any day.
So, this is a type of anniversary. On August 8, 2008, TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS, my stallion shapeshifter erotic romance, was e-published by Aspen Press.
Of course, upon reflection, given the sad end of Aspen Press–the owner had started ripping off us authors at some point–I wish I’d never submitted this sci-fi, kickass-heroine, action-packed story.
I do love the cover art, and I own it. The problem is: I’ve never had enough time or enough energy to revise, then e-publish again. *Sighs*
In fact, I’d planned to write two more as a three book series. I had the material, the plot … I adored my heroine and hero, their love story. Too bad, so sad for me.
Yep, for sure, my tangerine dreams were undone. Crushed.
However, I thought I’d share the synopsis, an excerpt, and some flash scenes I wrote after e-publication. One is the first meeting between Katta and Zio. Then, included is a passion-erotic scene…
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TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS
Tagline: …a fire-shooting fierce woman…a shapeshifting prince of a stallion…and the tangerine aphrodisiac winds on a world far away…
Author: Savanna Kougar
Artist: Jinger Heaston
Synopsis:
Corporal Kattalonia is a galactic enforcer-agent for her home world. Her father has just been accused of treason. She chases after the villain in an old rickety craft. Recovering her father’s stolen data cube will exonerate him, and halt the sale of top level secrets. The trouble, the villain’s trail leads to Yemisque, a world of tangerine carnal dreams. Great place to hide out. Great place for the erotic adventures of your choice.
Prince Ziocese, Bad Boy Extraordinaire has discovered his one woman. She shoots fire from her palm and is not an equine shifter, a mate his royal parents won’t accept. Renegade from his world, he still honors his sacred tradition, chasing her half-way across the galaxy. He will do anything to help her, to protect her. Whether she lets him or not. Trouble is he can’t catch her to prove himself. Or, to possess her with extreme pleasure.
Excerpt: From Chapter One ~
“Katta! Where are you? I’ve lost your blink on the netscope.”
“I’m here, Jessa. Power-divert to tracking. I’ve got him, sis. I’ve got the son of a wormhole.” Katta struck her relay panel forcing more power to her speed system. The old spacecraft jerked forward, into a new warp level–humming loudly, vibrating roughly.
“Come on, you bucket of silicon bolts. You know I luv ya.”
“Katta, where are you?” Jessa’s voice bounced in and out, shrill with concern.
“Looks like our personal villain is on the fast trail to Yemisque.”
“Yemisque! Katta, no. It’s not worth it.”
“I don’t care. I’m going to get him.”
“He can hide, do anything to you–almost anything.” Jessa amended, having enjoyed Yemisque’s free wheeling sex pleasures often.
“I’ve gotta get it back. I’m not letting Dad go down the devil’s asshole. He’ll lose everything…”
“Katta, even you can’t–”
“I see it, Jessa. Tangerine as those gumdrops you gobble. Yep! His vapor fart swirls down to that planet lust-playground.”
“Come back…” Her sister’s worried voice crackled faintly.
“Sorry, sis. Gotta cut you free.”
Katta hit communications’ access with a swift hard slam of her fist. Then punched on the opening to Yemisque.
“Tangerine carnal dreams, here I come,” she muttered fiercely, on fire with capturing her prey.
Automated landing instructions flowed, a sensual male crooning, translated into her birth language.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m coming for, a really hard-lunging time. Oh baby, give it to me, harder, oooooh harder,” she mocked.
Quickly, she set the rickety, but plucky craft on cruise.
Katta stretched, relieving the tight anticipation of her muscles. “I don’t suppose it’ll be a flush-out run to the nearest fornicating mecca. Get my quarry. Then get out. I wish. Upon a trillion zillion stars.”
“Corporal Kattalonia Svelle of Windsworld, an interview once you land.”
The Adonis male beamed a sensual smile from her antiquated screen. Her breath caught in her chest. Just for a moment. His clear blue lake eyes transfixed her, tripped her heart beat. Just for a moment.
“Sure, Master of Security. Could use your assistance. And you’re not half-bad to gaze longingly upon. How’s the wife?”
“In rambunctious heat. I’m in carnal paradise. Still playing the ice spinster, Corporal?”
“Too much chasing the bad galactic guy. No time for rambunctious lusting. See ya on the ground, handsome.” Katta raised one brow. “No men hiding in the bushes, right? Ready to abscond with my unwilling body?”
Yemisque’s Master of Security merely fondled her with his smile, then blipped free of her screen.
Katta shook her head, then her entire body, freeing herself. His presence was all passion-encompassing. And a reminder she required a garment change to undercover gear.
“Trashy space babe coming up, or going down to…” Stretching, she slowly combed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, my goddess!” she whispered, an image of a male cock coming up, the idea of her going down on him. “I’m already ruined.”
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Okay, this is a promo post written for the first anniversary of TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS … the flash scene is titled: Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him
August 8, 2009
Eight Reasons the Heroine Refused the Hero…
The story opens with my heroine, Corporal Katta, pursuing a bad guy who has framed her father. She’s in an old space cruiser headed toward Yemisque, a tiny planet-world where the tangerine light acts like an aphrodisiac. Little does she realize the stallion-man who has chased her half-way across the galaxy is waiting.
Prince Ziocese, the hero, is In Pursuit. This is the traditional courtship of his people. The men will chase the wife of their dreams no matter how long it takes until they win her. Okay, Zio is also enjoying the carnal playground, the way of his race until they actually claim their Mate. Yep, being the virile studs they are.
Zio first sees and scents Katta when he enters the wrong room at a spaceport hotel, on the way to being with another woman. He’s utterly enchanted, especially since she’s bathing in a translucent pink tub.
I never wrote that actual scene of Zio and Katta’s first meeting… so, why not now?
Eight Reasons His Future Wife Refused Him
Anticipating a rolling romp with the elf-like Bregril seductress, Zio shoved the crystal entry card into the tiny slot. Within moments the opaque force field lowered and Zio knew the female he scented was the same women he’d watched leave the spaceport bar. He’d trained his lusty eye on her deliciously round curves and on her beautiful athleticism as she’d disappeared from view.
Lamenting the woman hadn’t stayed long enough for him to saunter her way, Zio committed the unique signature of her scent to his memory. It would be easier to track her later. Had she remained, he would have nibbled her ear with words, convincing her out of that intergalactic military uniform she wore, one that was also specific to her world.
For some reason he didn’t understand, unless the Bregril woman wanted a threesome, he stood inside the luxuriously appointed room, inhaling the officer woman’s honey musk scent and knew she bathed. Moving closer, he fully indulged his flaring nostrils, drawing in her flame-wild fragrance, partially due to her fire-shooting ability. Some in her race possessed the power to shoot lightning-like blazes from their palms.
It had been whispered about the galaxy, though, that when they were immersed in water, the power was dampened and nearly useless. If this was some kind of nefarious setup against him, he hoped that was true. Not all of his business trades were considered legitimate by any number of worlds.
Zio wasn’t prepared for the sight that met his gaze once he rounded the long sweeping pearlescent wall. Entranced, he stared.
She lay supine in the pink translucent soaking tub. Her mane of fiery goldspun hair tumbled in waves down the side and pooled on the clear platform, a most splendid loveliness. Her strongly formed face was also a sweetness that tugged at his soul, despite his raging arousal.
Obviously in a deep state of relaxation, her eyes shut, she didn’t move a muscle. Folding his arms, he leaned against the stout pillar that formed the edge of the wall. Gradually, Zio ran his gaze down the length of her body, seeing only one arm and her leg dangling outside the tub. Her skin was the color of sun-shimmering ivory and he glimpsed the shape of her round sumptuous curves through the florescent pink of the bathing tub.
Stars straight to Eros, even the way her calf was formed belonged to a Love Goddess. Suppressing his urge to snort ownership like a primitive, he straightened approaching her.
Almost immediately, she opened one eye. One brightly jeweled eye the same color as the sky above his family lands.
“I didn’t request the attentions of a gigolo.” She spoke in universal galactic, her tone commanding.
“Are you certain? I’m quite accomplished in the carnal arts.” Zio halted, giving her time to become accustomed to his physical appearance.
“I’ll just bet you are.” She trained her gaze like a weapon on his standing bulge, yet remained languid in posture, not moving.
“Would you like a demonstration of my prowess?” Zio eased closer and sank to one knee before her. Her gaze, ferocious with warning, raised to his face as he smiled with his male charm. To be singed by her hand would be worth it, if the whispers were wrong.
“I’d like a demonstration of you leaving my room. I’m quite accomplished in the use of a pistol phaser.” With deceptive slowness she lifted her arm from the water, the tiny weapon held in her palm. “Your career as a gigolo could be temporarily abated.”
Zio didn’t doubt her intention or her aim. He didn’t doubt his next words, either. “Most gorgeous woman in all the galaxy, please, be my bride.”
Her eyelids fluttered. Staggered, she regarded him seriously. With her training in the detection of truth, she would know his utter sincerity.
“I must decline.” Her softly spoken words held a stern note and she didn’t lower her pistol phaser.
“Eight reasons why I should become your husband. Counter them and I will leave. For now.” Given her high intelligence, Zio decided engaging his future Mate in this manner would let him remain with her for a longer time.
She blinked once, then brought the pistol higher, his bare throat her target. “Eight reasons, I’ll play your ridiculous game. But if you don’t leave, your voice box is mine.”
Who would have known his chosen woman would be a warrioress? Zio had certainly never considered such a wife. Now the thought excited him unbearably and unbridled his savage passions.
“First reason. My kind are monogamous.”
“A definite plus in a husband. Your kind, against my view, aren’t allowed on my home planet.”
“Second reason. My kind are faithful. No philandering ever.”
She hesitated for several moments, her breath quickening. It beat his heart faster. “Another plus. However, bonding by genetic disposition is not necessarily love.”
“Third reason. I’m fun to ride as a stallion and as a stud.”
The corner of her mouth threatened to quirk upwards and a hint of amusement shone in her eyes. “There are other stallions to ride on my world. And I’m not interested in living with an arrogant stud.”
“Fourth reason. I have the means to take care of you, to provide your every desire.”
“Is that so? How would I know that? True, your garments do display a certain level of wealth. However, that hardly guarantees your words.” She eyed him, her expression as intense as a no nonsense mare.
“Fifth reason. My endurance will be to your liking in our marital pleasures.”
A small smile possessed her kissable, temptress-full lips. “Endurance is one of my requirements in a husband. Since I’m not willing to give up my home world, your studly endurance doesn’t count.”
“Sixth reason. My heart already favors you. Ours will be a marriage of love.”
The misty softening of her eyes for the barest moment had Zio ready to lunge for her and capture her as his. Only his promise to her kept him immobile.
“My heart is not easily won. If you want a loving bride, choose another.” Emotional pain as he’d rarely witnessed flared up in her eyes, only to be swiftly hidden.
“Seventh reason. I dance extraordinarily well.”
She raised one redgold brow. “By yourself?”
“Alone, and as your partner. You will find it a delight to dance in my arms.”
“A delight? That is tempting, I admit. Still, who do I dance with on my world? I’m betting a year’s pay, you’re nature as a husband is possessive.”
“Primal and possessive.” Zio reined in his rearing ‘nature’. “Is it Corporal, your rank?”
“Your eighth reason. I’ve been on a long draining assignment and my patience is hanging by a thread. Or should I say, by a horse hair?”
“Eighth reason. With one touch I will bring you down to your knees, your passion for me as scorching as the flames you shoot.”
She studied his face, speculation flickering in her eyes along with something else, embers of awakened desire. “Maybe.” Her voice was tight with restraint. “With one touch of my thumb I will bring you down to the floor, writhing in agony and clutching your throat.”
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Lastly, this is a series of flash scenes I posted on Shapeshifter Seductions. They are a prequel to TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS.
June 25, 2010
The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part One ~
“Asteroid crapola!” Katta muttered. Impatience sliced through her with a viciousness unusual to her. From her intel-alliance with other intergalactic law agencies she knew Zio, the sky horse, as she thought of him, practically stud-nipped at her butt. Once again.
His private vessel was due to dock shortly. True to his equine race’s mating behavior, he’d chased her to every spaceport, his pursuit annoyingly relentless.
Slinging her lightweight travel bag onto her back, Katta entered the stream of disembarking passengers. Distracted with thoughts about how to escape the stud not-of-her-dreams, she remembered to smile at the star cruiser’s steward as if she merely enjoyed her vacation.
The tiger-shifter Huugosox man smiled engagingly in return. His direct gaze suggested he found her more enticing than the women ahead of her, now passing through the ship’s opulent, holo-generated exit.
Yeah, that’s what she so needed, a sex-clawing tiger instead of a wild-to-mount-her-ass stallion.
Not that she blamed the steward. To make herself appear like a fun-girl tourist, Katta had donned her outrageously pink bodysuit, the one that gleamed like water over her curves and served to sexually stun many alien-race men. Always an advantage when it came to protecting herself from numerous enemies, plus the other vermin-like villains she encountered on assignments.
Resisting the urge to extend her palm and shoot her flame at will, Katta flattened her hand on her thigh. Star hole hell! She hated being in the midst of crowds. Yet, here she was temporarily trapped. Taking deep breaths of the good-quality atmosphere, she moved with the other passengers along the corridor that led to a three-layered complex. Filled with shopping areas and galactic-cuisine eateries, the accommodations also ranged from simple to extravagant.
Katta’s palm itched nastily, ready to fire. Even though the area was spacious, she instinctively wanted to clear a path so she could flame Zio’s ass. Or his front. Whatever she could flash-fast target.
Once she reached the ultra-enormous sphere that was the spaceport complex, she strode onto the center walkway because it cut straight through like a diameter. Briskly moving, Katta scouted for a strategic place to hang out until she could hop onto the space jet she’d chartered. Not available for another quarter of the day.
By now, her stallion shifter pursuer knew the type of places she favored for food, for entertainment, and for gear. Seeing a large selection of possibilities, she ignored the inviting gaze of a Gracc man and leapt onto one of the stairway gliders. Used to various levels of gravity, her body automatically adjusted, and she landed lightly. In no time, she stepped onto the second level. Spotting a lingerie shop that only allowed women inside, she practically jogged toward the entrance.
“Nova-sex wow!” Katta slowly rotated, gaping at the gorgeously presented displays of exotic and beautiful lingerie. From dreamy ethereal to hardcore I-want-it-rough, each collection had its own setting that was mood perfection.
When she noticed how tightly she clutched the strap of her bag, Katta brought it before her and slipped her hand inside the weapon’s pocket. Her tiny pulse pen could blind most races with one strike.
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The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part Two ~
“Goddess do behold,” Katta whispered, “this shop could be on Yemisque, tangerine carnal playground for the rich and famous. And, everyone else. But, especially for my sister.”
“May I be of assistance?” The galactic-speak of an Isyrik woman had Katta whipping around. The woman’s melodic voice was ‘anti-matter’ at odds with her appearance. A couple of heads taller, she was muscled to the max, yet, attired in a gown made out of soft fluid fabric.
Katta relaxed her stance. “You’re an expert. What would you recommend? I mean, this wouldn’t be for a lover. I want something for myself.”
“To enjoy your own beauty?” The Isyrik’s gaze sparkled with understanding, and Katta mentally sighed with relief.
“Yes. For my own pleasure.”
“May I show you to a private room?”
The thought was music to her ears, and Katta changed her expression to brightly hopeful. “Please. I have extra coin I’m dying to spend.”
“Ah, truly the universal language. This way.” The woman led her toward the surrounding ring of rooms. Most of the entries had been sealed indicating a large number of customers.
In short order, Katta waited inside an old-style, glamorous changing room, one that used mirrored surfaces instead of holo projection. With charming efficiency, her Isyrik attendant had presented a series of images. Katta chose her five favorites. Now, she sizzly tingled with anticipation at the thought of trying on the lingerie pieces.
Stripping off her bodysuit, then removing her adhering weaponry, she moved into the cleansing tube only briefly. Since the sky horse had been notorious at gaining entry where he wasn’t allowed, Katta retrieved the weapon she called her stud inhibitor, once she’d slipped on the gauze covering.
Katta had already used the device twice on her stallion-man nemesis. While she didn’t relish punishing his balls with pain, or paralyzing his body, it had been worth it the first time. Staggered, more from being unable to move, than any actual pain, Zio’s pride had suffered huge as a red giant sun.
His cryogenic-like frozen expression had said it all. Katta giggled at the memory spontaneously. Giggling was a rare occurrence for her, except when her sis, Jessa, got hold of her funny bone and didn’t let go.
At the time, Katta had sauntered the entire length of the raucous frenetic danceclub. She’d used her psi-hindsight to watch the rutting-disabled sky horse as his gaze ‘chased’ after her. Like a high class harlot on Mryub, Katta had exaggerated the sway of her hips, unable to resist tormenting him. He deserved it, given the *caught in a comet’s tail* hell he put her through.
Grab-a-laugh, yeah, Zio had been one mortified and fiercely frustrated man-stallion. Katta figured that would end his intergalactic chase. Nope. And no blue-star hope of ridding herself of his pursuit. He’d recovered all too fast, galloping his fleet trader’s craft over and under a space field of plasma clouds with an expertise that surprised her.
As the Isyrik woman entered with the gleaming rack of lingerie, Katta placed the stud inhibitor within reach. Smiling, she presented a small pouch of coin. “Whatever the difference in purchase price is, we’ll settle once I’ve decided.”
With a gracious nod of her head, the woman departed. Excitement quivered her belly and Katta quickly shed the gauze covering. Outrageously purple, the ultra-thin leather barely contained her breasts, and made her nipples look like beckoning sluts. The matching swirly micro-skirt clung below her hips. At each turn, it rippled showing off her butt.
Katta grinned and strutted, happy with her super-sexual appearance. After removing the simple design, she placed it on the buy tray. Since flaming red was one of her favored colors, Katta reached for the garment that wrapped around her bare body like an animal’s stripes.
“Oh Goddess, yes!” she whispered, and felt herself moan in appreciation.
“Primitive and definitely to my liking, beautiful woman. Shall I watch you parade before the mirrors again? Before I claim you?”
Katta froze for a fraction of a second only. Spinning on the balls of her feet, she grabbed for the stud inhibitor.
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The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part Three ~ Hung Like a Horse
Using her palm to flame the incorrigible stud would cost Katta seconds she couldn’t afford. The inhibitor glowed, ready to fire. She whipped around with it, pointing at the apex of his all-too-handsome thighs.
Even as she shot the bright orange pulses, Katta knew she’d lost this round. Harmlessly, they sparked off his flight breeches. The sable-brown leather not only hugged his legs, but faithfully displayed the outline of his balls… hell’s own moan… larger than some planetoids she’d seen.
Lowering the inhibitor gradually, Katta followed the I-intend-to-take-you monolith that was his crotch. Obviously, the sky horse had protected himself with a sheet of platinum-diamond composite. The expense was galaxies-beyond her pay grade.
“Your welcoming perusal of my passion for you encourages my heart, my future mate.” The man-stallion approached with a smooth gait, despite the large impediment trapped inside his elegantly fashioned breeches.
“Welcoming?” Katta dead-aimed her hand for his heart, given his rakishly styled shirt exposed the deep bronze skin of his chest.
Mere strides away, Zio captured her wrist. Katta smacked her other palm on the impossibly hard muscles of his chest and called forth her fire. But her flame fizzled, betraying her. Her breath caught in her throat as she inhaled his maleness. Damn it to the cosmic wasteland, his virile scent always put her beneath his stud spell.
Their gazes clashed as he backed her against one of the mirror panels. “Katta.” His harsh breaths did terrible and wonderful things to her nether sex parts. So did his long tall cock as he pressed it against her belly. “Kattalonia, beautiful one, you know you belong to me.”
“I belong to no one, but myself, you decadent beast.” Somehow she’d managed to get the words past her embarrassingly quick pants, and even made them sound defiant.
“Decadent beast. I adore how you tease my libido with your lover’s names for me.” His dark amused tone rubbed over her deliciously.
One more time, Katta attempted to flame his chest, but she was hopelessly lost to her desires, a pool of hot yearning plasma. For him. Crap-particles, her usual luck had failed her.
“I am not your lover.” She might as well as have told him they were lovers eternal, given the impassioned flicker in the depth of his eyes. Only for her.
“My woman.” Releasing her wrist, he caressed to her elbow with a slow sensuality that made her gasp in pleasure.
Katta let her eyelids fall shut. “No. You can’t…I swear I’m going to laser-bake those balls of yours.”
His answer was to more firmly nestle his cock against her belly. Despite the leather barrier, the heat of his flesh monolith caused her to smolder all over, but especially between the lips of her pussy. Katta whimpered before she could suppress it.
“Just thinking of you, and now seeing you.” His nose nuzzled up the side of her neck. “Smelling you, Kattalonia, laser-heats my balls. I am ready to mount you. Lunge inside you until I hear your sweet screams of surrender. Your wild moans of bliss.”
“Oh, God of starfire, take me.”
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The Intergalactic Chase ~ Corporal Kattalonia and Prince Zio
Part Four ~
Did those words really slip past her lips? Katta knew they had. Why, oh bent-space-hell why did she turn into a mindless wanton for him? Only him.
“Katta.” He groaned her name against her mouth. His lips seized hers in that dominant way that made resistance impossible. In that way, also, that ignited her like old-fashioned rocket thrusters. Zing out into space she went, lust’s slave.
He leaned forward pinning her to the mirror’s slippery surface with his stud-muscled frame. Goddess of the universe, could anything ever feel better? Certainly not in the I-want-this-man department. Planting his hands on either side of her, Zio fused their lips and ground his mouth against hers until she moaned uncontrollably.
Returning passion for passion, Katta let her hands go wild, and have their way with his back. The slick fabric of his shirt only encouraged her, defining the fierce strength of his stallion-like physique.
Feeling like a sex starved she-devil, Katta lunged upward. At the same time, she thrust her tongue past the barrier of his lips. The sky horse had never denied her before. He didn’t now. Their tongues battled for supremacy. Tangling, sliding, writhing furiously in an all-out war that brought about the most intense spikes of pleasure and need.
Zio stepped back suddenly, and lowered his hooded gaze. With a deliberation that drove her straight to weak-kneed insanity, he claimed every inch of her. His, the star-storm glitter of his eyes proclaimed. His to take as he pleased.
Helpless, with her hands trying to clutch the mirror panel, Katta watched him strip off his shirt. He tossed it aside, his demeanor the casual arrogance she despised, but dreamed about… unbidden dreams that became raunchy fantasies and always ended with his cock ravaging her. Oh, Goddess, don’t save her.
Not yet.
Katta whimpered as he loosened his breeches, the nano-specialized leather yielding to his touch. The slickness of her inner thighs threatened to be her undoing, as in landing on her ass. Loosed from its prison, she watched the forceful lunge of his cock toward her. Katta fell back against the mirror, barely glimpsing him palm off his boots, then his breeches.
“Woman. My woman.” His gaze was only for her face, only for her eyes. And, only for her.
She witnessed it in the deep-space black depths of his eyes.
Katta screamed inside for him to come take her. She might have screamed the words, maybe… but her loud breathy pants didn’t allow for any other sound to escape.
With a growl that was utter possession, he launched against her. She felt the edge of his teeth slightly graze her shoulder a split second before he gripped the red striping. Zio tore the lingerie from her body so ruthlessly, Katta’s entire body quaked.
Beneath his hungry gaze her breasts trembled. Out-of-this galaxy sensations she’d never felt ripped through her. Simultaneously, her nipples ripened to an ache only he could stop.
That’s what got her every time – why she couldn’t fight him, or deny him – their overwhelming take-no-prisoners passion.
“Zio… yes. Yes, you bad wicked stud.”
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I hope you enjoyed my authorly trip down memory lane. Smiles.
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In WOLF PEAK TERRITORY
Arises the Fierce Maverick Spirit
The Renegades Are Celebrated
Many Are On Crucial Missions
For, the Final Destruction of the Bankster Gangsters Begins…
Now reigns the NEW Financial Realm
of the REAL People…
She Rides, hell for leather,
a woman on her conquering stallion…
Renegade Howls Reverberate
Across the Land
SONG LYRICS
Thank God for the renegades, and the lives they lead Far ahead of their time
Without the renegades, Lord knows where we’d be When it comes to heroes, Renegades are mine
They railed against the crown, Another rag tag band Declaring Independence
They laid their bodies down, won a bloody war, And liberty for their descendents
Thanks to the renegades, we’re free today
Thanks to the renegades, we’re free today
Thank god for the renegades, and the lives they lead Far ahead of their time
Without the renegades, Lord knows where we’d be
When it comes to heroes, Renegades are mine
Where are the renegades in the world today?
Who are the renegades in the world today?
Why Is The August Full Moon The “Sturgeon” Moon
There are more than two dozen species of sturgeon in the world, but August’s “Sturgeon Moon” is related specifically to the lake sturgeon (Acipenser fulvescens), a North American freshwater fish that was once a critical food staple for many Native American tribes and settlers.
Put on your most rebellious outfit—because you’re welcoming the month of August under the Full Sturgeon Supermoon in the maverick sign of Aquarius. Arriving on Tuesday, August 1 at 11:32 a.m. Pacific Time, this full moon will encourage you to envision a future that exists beyond any personal or collective limitations.
The sign of Aquarius has two planetary rulers, stable and serious Saturn, and disruptive Uranus. While these two planets may seem to be in opposition with one another, the combination of these influences can be empowering for thinking outside of the box to improve the systems you live within. After all, with so many retrograde planets in the sky, we are about to enter one of the most introspective and transformative times of the year.
If you’re ready to break all the barriers that are keeping you from embracing your truth, your Full Sturgeon Supermoon Report guides you in harnessing the power of the moon as you open your mind to new vistas and horizons—Aquarius style!
The LION’S GATE Portal (8:8:2023)
in Wolf Peak Territory
Time to Gather the Star-Portal Vibes Within
Then POWER UP!
Be strong of heart.
Bring forth the Roaring Warrior,
Use Your Voice, Your Will to Transform Our World to GOODNESS.
Royal Celestial Arrival of the
LION’S GATE Portal
Roars for Truth, Justice, and Freedom’s Way!
Invaluable to the Celestial Realm,
She Who Rules Beside the Cosmos Lion King
Your Soul Accelerates to Formidable Strength
During the Righteous Rule of this Lion’s Gate.
Now, Leap to the Defense of Earth…
Defend Your Loved Ones, and All You Love!
Step Through the Lion’s Gate for Infinite Empowerment
The Lion’s Gate opens every year around July 26, activating a tremendous amount of star power energy. It reaches its peak on August 8 (8/8) and stays open until about August 12. From the sky perspective, this event is marked by the heliacal rising of Sirius, the brightest star in the sky. This means that during this time, Sirius will rise (be visible) above the eastern horizon just before sunrise (rising just before the Sun). This blog will show you what it means to Step through the Lion’s Gate for Infinite Empowerment!
Sirius is a star of legends, known for bestowing wealth, honor, devotion, passion, and powerful creative talent. In ancient Egypt, the rising of Sirius was directly associated with the rising of the Nile River, which would nourish the land and crops, sustaining life. Lion’s Gate is a portal for accelerated ascension and major shifts on all levels. You’re always creating your reality, but when the Gate is open, everything moves faster and with intensified energy. Bottom line is that using the Gateway will multiply your efforts and keep them burning until full fruition.
Infinity 8
The Lion’s Gate is at maximum power on the eighth day of the eighth month, activating the energetic power of 8/8. In numerology, 8 embodies balance and equalization in and across all realms. 8 brings shifts and changes that lead to harmony and alignment. When under the influence of 8, being willing to let go of things tipping the scales out of balance is key to success and peace. Far-reaching ideas, achievement, financial security, leadership, organization, and ambition are all expressions of the number 8 vibration.
The infinity symbol is an 8 on its side, representing limitless power and infinite immortality. It’s a symbol that flows forever without end. It encompasses going in and out and continuous cycles within cycles. 8 holds the same shape as our DNA structure and stores codes that we can access, especially at times like Lion’s Gate opening.
Leo the Lion
Now imagine all the vitality and radiance of the Sun in this mix and you’re a little closer to understanding what this experience can offer. This is the Lion’s time – the month when the Sun is in the zodiacal sign of Leo. Leo, Child of the Sun, is the individualized expression of Divine Light. Leo rules the heart and is filled with pride, sense of purpose, generosity, and an enduring passion for creating and expressing life in all forms. Stepping through the Lion’s Gate is to awaken to the Divinity within you and fully embody your goddess-self!
Leo is a fixed fire sign that infuses everything with fortified and resilient life force. Leo rules the heart, teaching us to lead from the heart, motivate from the heart, and live from the heart. Its ruling planet is the Sun, the center of our solar system. Leo and the Sun are both archetypes of self-importance and self-centeredness, but in perfect proportion with the rest of creation. The Sun sustains life as we know it. It’s the god of light who faithfully rises every morning and it represents the spirit center in each of us. The Lion’s Gate beckons us to enter a new dimension of living where our brilliance and the brilliance of all other beings can arise, be seen, shared, and fully received. If we’re open and dare to cross the threshold, the Lion’s Gate will pull us into Divine alignment, from which our true power can be accessed and used in all the ways we were created to shine.
I’m a Leo and this is my personal time of power, so I’m extra excited to share this with all of you. While everyone has access to this portal, we Leos resonate on a cellular level with Lion’s Gate energy, and in a sense, its opening unlocks the doorway to our own mysteries.
Solar Plexus Superpower
The Sun and Leo are naturally associated with the Solar Plexus Chakra, the energy center that sits about three inches above the navel and is the seat of your personal power. The Lion’s Gate opening is an invitation to accept and amplify your own power and use it in ever-expanding ways. A balanced Solar Plexus Chakra manifests as self-confidence, healthy self-control, and willpower. It directly correlates to prosperity and the entire cycle of manifestation. If you’ve been struggling with finances, you can use this energy portal to guide your stream of thought in the direction of abundance and tap in to the frequency and flow of money and resource.
Big Solar Plexus energy can trigger issues around authority and your purpose in life, and it’s easy to become aggressive and bossy when this energetic center is overactive. Solar power can be like a punch to the stomach when unrestrained and in the absence of kindness, so act in and from love.
In Closing
By now, you’re probably getting the idea that the Lion’s Gate is a vortex of serious power and should be engaged with conscious, positive intent for the highest good of all involved. This is a portal for accelerated ascension and major shifts on all levels, allowing for faster and intensified manifestation. The Lion’s Gate will amplify all of your efforts and keep your motivation and confidence burning until you bring them to fruition. And remember – there’s no need to be afraid of your power or to play small when you’re following your heart and higher guidance. The possibilities of this portal are truly infinite!
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Descendant of Sekhmet,
She is the Commander of the LEO FORCE GUARDIANS
in Wolf Peak Territory
Triumph of Wolf Peak’s Lion Mage, His Mate, an Ancient Warrioress from early Atlantis
Visit from the Mars Felines
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THE MAVERICK LION WARRIORS OF WOLF PEAK — Portraits
ANTEDILUVIAN RISE OF LEO POWER
SKY REIGNING POWER OF THE WINGED LEONS
COSMIC LEON ADVISORS TO DANTE, ALPHA WOLF LEADER
LIFE WITH LION BEINGS IN WOLF PEAK
The Drip-drip Congressional Revelation of UFOs… and the hidden space program.
Dr. Steven Greer presents “The Lost Century”, an expose of 100 years of illegal UFO secrecy, which has cost humanity centuries of spiritual, cultural and technological development.
Meow Yowl! Kitty is out of the bag fearsome and free I want my free energy weapons to fight off all invaders ‐ energy to power my home and land and produce food How dare you keep us defenseless and helpless Why would any of us TRUST you to care about us? I want my rightfully owned super tech now!!! Now!
FREEDOM Howls, Yowls, Growls and ‘No Scowls or Big Scowls’ ShapeShifter Lovers! Now the ferocious fires of freedom rise magnificently like the immortal phoenix goddess. Freedom versus Fascism — brush fires of violence erupt worldwide for the following months until January 2024…guard your life, guard your loved ones. Guard what belongs to you. For, the beast system dies viciously kicking and screaming. Beloved Ones, BEWARE. OF INTEREST TO SOME… America: Freedom to Fascism – Wikipedia
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Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONOnce upon a time burned the… THE SACRED FIRE OF LIBERTY BELATED… FROM WOLF PEAK TERRITORY TO ALL ‘VERY LOVED’ SENTIENT BEINGS… Crushed, lost to whispers in the wind… the celestial queen of liberty soars, triumphant on Mother Earth again. ARISE AND SHINE SIRIUS, FOR THE LIGHT HAS COME SIRIUS, APEX OF THE CALENDAR THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER
Here at the Old Farmer’s Almanac, we consider the Dog Days to be the 40 days beginning July 3 and ending August 11. This is soon after the Summer Solstice
Guarding ancient secrets of the DOG STAR RISING and the FLOODING OF THE NILE…
NOW IS MAGA … RESURRECTION OF THE MAGI, THE DRUIDS — THE MEMORABLE, DIVINE MAGES OF ANTIQUITY APPEAR ONCE AGAIN, GUIDING ALL OF US TOWARD EVERLASTING FREEDOM. ONCE A TARTAR KING IN AMERICA, HE ROCKET-EMERGES AS THE MAGA REVIVAL ON INDEPENDENCE DAY, JULY 4, 2023. FOR NOW, TRANSFORMATIONAL POWER REIGNS ON EARTH — THE FINGER OF GOD POINTS TO WHAT HAS BEEN KEPT HIDDEN FROM MOST SOULS ON BELOVED EARTH… BIG FEROCIOUS YOWLS!KOUGAR CAT RIPS OUT OF THE BAG FOR, SHE KNOWS WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAMEYES, THE BOLD-CLAW SEARCH FOR TRUTH DURING THE FULL MOON OF JULY 3 2023
THE BUCK FULL MOON OF THE 3rd As the full moon illuminates the sky, it symbolizes a time of completion and fruition. Astrologically, the Buck Moon falls in the sign of Capricorn, bringing a sense of practicality, ambition, and discipline. It encourages us to reflect on our long-term goals and take steps toward achieving them. Get ready for the first full supermoon of the summer season! The Buck Moon, as it’s affectionately called, arrives on July 3, 2023, bringing optimism and excitement. This supermoon will appear bigger and more vibrant because it’s in close proximity to Earth during perigee. Enjoy its enchanting sight from July 3 at 7:39 a.m. ET, and revel in its brilliance for three consecutive days. Have fun, but remember to be responsible too! FROM: https://sscnr.net.in/full-moon-july-2023/
NEW MOON ON THE 17TH ~~ BRINGS THE LIGHT ~~July Sacred Revelations Continued… THE BIRTHING PROCESS OF THE NEW WORLDWIDE ***1776*** IS HERE… THIS WILL BRING MONSTER-HUGE CHANGES FOR ALL — THERE IS NO ESCAPE!MEANWHILE, THE DIABOLICAL GLOBALIST PAY THEIR DUES FOR EVERY MOMENT OF EVIL AGAINST *LIFE* ITSELF… FOR, KARMA CLAIMS THEM.DIVINE AND DRAMATIC CHANGES IN LEADERSHIP ACROSS THE GLOBE… YES, EAGLE-SOARING FREEDOM IS THE GOAL OF THE GREAT SPIRIT… NEVER DOUBT. … AS WELL, EXPECT LARGE ECONOMIC SHIFTS IT’S GOOD VERSUS EVIL, WATCH THE BATTLE INTENSIFY ON THE WORLD STAGE… SAVE YOURSELF AND YOUR LOVED ONES WITH REAL METAL MONEY, LAND, AND TANGIBLE ASSETS…ADD LOTS OF LOVE! VENUS RETROGRADE, BEGINS JULY 22 IN THE SIGN OF LEO THIS SPOTLIGHTS OUR LOVE RELATIONSHIPS SHINING A LIGHT ON OLD ISSUES — MARRIAGES REVISITED, THE UNRESOLVED ISSUESOR, WHERE THE PARTNERSHIP WENT WRONG… AS WELL, WHAT HAS BEEN ACHIEVED TOGETHER IS HIGHLIGHTED… FOR NOW, THE HEALING OF HEART ENERGY COMES FORTH, A SUN-RADIANT EXPLOSION LOVINGLY EMBRACING OUR PRECIOUS WORLD2023, VENUS IN LEO TWO TIMES… KNOW THE COLOSSAL IMPACT OF DIVINE LOVE!
IN THE SIGN OF LEO…
All the other planets in the solar system have a retrograde cycle too. Most notably, for summer 2023, Venus, the planet of love, is shifting into reverse from July 22 to September 3, retrograding through the passionate, flamboyant zodiac sign of Leo. This will shake up love as we know it.Jul 1, 2023
PLUS, HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF MORE… VENUS 5-POINTED STAR, THE CYCLE OF EIGHT YEARS
What is the 8-year cycle of Venus?
This is known as the eight-year cycle of Venus, and stems from the fact that 13 Venusian orbits (13 x 224.8 days) very nearly equals eight Earth years. As a matter of fact, the cycle was known to, and of great interest to, ancient peoples such as the Maya. Today, many know it as the pentagram or petals of Venus.Jan 22, 2023
HOWLS FOR LOVE IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY LOVE, ROMANCE PARTNERSHIPS ARE A HIGH FIERCE PRIORITY… ALWAYS! LOTS OF PASSIONATE SMOOCHING AND SWEET CUDDLING BENEATH THE NUMEROUS AND SPECTACULAR FIREWORK DISPLAYS THIS YEAR… WOLF PEAK, WHERE THE HEART LIVES UNTAMED… EVERYONE, COME TOGETHER NOW. LIVE WISELY AND WELL, FOREVER HUGGED BY THE GREAT SPIRIT… FOR, THE TIME ARRIVES TO MAKE GOOD, HONEST CONNECTIONS WITH EACH OTHER, WITH YOUR SOUL-STRONG TRIBE.. TO BECOME SUPER-POWERED WARRIORS AND VISIONARIES ON TEAM EARTH… TO WIN THE FINAL BATTLE OVER EVIL!NEW ARRIVAL IN WOLF PEAK, DURING THE SPARKLING-THUNDEROUS, ROWDY, AND JOYOUS CELEBRATION OF FREEDOM… AN ANTEDILUVIAN BREED OF SHAPESHIFTER, SHE WAS THE WHITE-MOON WOLF, A PRIESTESS GUARDIAN FOR THE FIRST KING OF ATLANTIS. HE WAS MASTER OP THE MAGNETIC LODESTONE REALM… ONCE ADMIRED THROUGHOUT MANY GALAXIES. ASTROLOGY PREDICTIONS, INSPIRED BY JONI PATRY About Joni Patry
Joni Patry is the founder of the Galactic Center and The University of Vedic Astrology.With over 12 million views on her YouTube channel, she is one of the most prominent Vedic Astrologers in the world.
GREAT BETRAYALS UPCOMING… FROM JULY 23 TO THE 29TH… BEWARE, TAKE CARE AND MENTALLY PREPARE, BELOVED ONES… FOR DEATH, DIFFICULTIES, AND SEVERAL SURPRISE BETRAYALS WILL ‘LIKELY’ BRUTALLY ROCK THE ENTIRE WORLD… AND COULD ROCK YOU PERSONALLY. DIVINE LOVE AND PROTECTION TO ALL THE GOOD, THE INNOCENT ONES… CROSS-POINT… JOIN TRIBE FREEDOM! OR DIE IN THE THROES OF 1984 FACE-STOMPING FASCISM… FOR, TIME IS EXPIRING. THE WARRIORESSES WARNDARE INVADE WOLF PEAK TERRITORY DARE ATTEMPT TO TAKE OUR SACRED FREEDOM… THIS WILL BE YOUR CERTAIN FATE. HOWLS, YOWLS, AND GROWLS!!!
~~~ FREEDOM FOREVER, A Force of History… follows this post as part two… ~~~ Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~
The Declaration of Independence was approved by the Second Continental Congress on July 4, 1776, but it was not signed until almost a month later. The Congress did not have the approval of all 13 colonies until July 9, 1776. On July 19, Congress ordered that an official copy of the document be created. The order called for handwritten ornamental script to be used on parchment paper with the title “The unanimous declaration of the thirteen United States of America.” Using a quill pen, this took some time to finish. The actual signing finally took place on August 2, 1776.
“The words of this declaration will live in the world long after our bones are dust. To the mechanic in his workshop they will speak hope: to the slaves in the mines freedom: but to the coward kings, these words will speak in tones of warning they cannot choose but hear…
“Sign that parchment! Sign, if the next moment the gibbet’s rope is about your neck! Sign, if the next minute this hall rings with the clash of falling axes! Sign, by all your hopes in life or death, as men, as husbands, as fathers, brothers, sign your names to the parchment or be accursed forever! Sign, and not only for yourselves, but for all ages, for that parchment will be the textbook of freedom, the bible of the rights of man forever.
“Nay, do not start and whisper with surprise! It is truth, your own hearts witness it: God proclaims it. Look at this strange band of exiles and outcasts, suddenly transformed into a people; a handful of men, weak in arms, but mighty in God-like faith; nay look at your recent achievements, your Bunker Hill, your Lexington, and then tell me, if you can, that God has not given America to be free!
“It is not given to our poor human intellect to climb to the skies, and to pierce the Council of the Almighty One. But methinks I stand among the awful clouds which veil the brightness of Jehovah’s throne. Methinks I see the recording Angel come trembling up to that throne and speak his dread message. ‘Father, the old world is baptized in blood. Father, look with one glance of Thine eternal eye, and behold evermore that terrible sight, man trodden beneath the oppressor’s feet, nations lost in blood, murder, and superstition, walking hand in hand over the graves of the victims, and not a single voice of hope to man!’
“He stands there, the Angel, trembling with the record of human guilt. But hark! The voice of God speaks from out the awful cloud: ‘Let there be light again! Tell my people, the poor and oppressed, to go out from the old world, from oppression and blood, and build my altar in the new.’
“As I live, my friends, I believe that to be His voice! Yes, were my soul trembling on the verge of eternity, were this hand freezing in death, were this voice choking in the last struggle, I would still, with the last impulse of that soul, with the last wave of that hand, with the last gasp of that voice, implore you to remember this truth—God has given America to be free!
“Yes, as I sank into the gloomy shadows of the grave, with my last faint whisper I would beg you to sign that parchment for the sake of those millions whose very breath is now hushed in intense expectation as they look up to you for the awful words: ‘You are free.’”
The unknown speaker fell exhausted into his seat. The delegates, carried away by his enthusiasm, rushed forward. John Hancock scarcely had time to pen his bold signature before the quill was grasped by another. It was done.
The delegates turned to express their gratitude to the unknown speaker for his eloquent words. He was not there.
In the olden days of castles and Kings before freedom took deep root — an enormous majestic Oak Tree, never to be felled.
WE in Wolf Peak Territory hold these Truths to be self-evident, that ALL SENTIENT BEINGS are created equal in the Sight of the Divine, that they are endowed by the One Great Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.
FROM RATTLE TRAP 1776 on Telegram…
Remember the ‘Reason for the Season’… today you’ll see a lot of posts from people who will misconstrue or attempt to rewrite History as many have sought to do.
Our Nation was founded in the MIDDLE of a Revolutionary WAR.
The Founders kicked off the war on April 19, 1775, at the Battle of Lexington and Concord.
Then founded the Army on June 14, 1775.
Then founded the War Articles (first Military Law / Regulations) on June 30, 1775.
Then founded the Navy on October 13, 1775.
Then founded the Continental Marine Corps on November 10, 1775.
Then founded the first Flag, the Grand Union Flag, on December 3, 1775.
War, Military establishment, and Military Law and Regulations establishment, LONG before the Declaration
Then came the Declaration of Independence. Just let that phrase marinate. The Founders declaring Independence…
Then went back on battlefield and fought 7 more years.
Then came the Congress swearing in the United States Flag, the new Stars and Stripes Flag, not Grand Union Flag anymore, on June 14, 1777, the 2 year Birthdate of the Army. No coincidence. 51 days later, it flew in the bloodiest battle of the Revolutionary War at Fort Schuyler in the Battle of Oriskany.
Then came the first Constitution, the Articles of Confederation, November 15, 1777.
Then 10 years later the new Constitution was drafted and finished on September 17, 1787, but did not go into use until 1789.
If you read the Declaration of Independence… it always reads in future tense. And SPECIFICALLY gives WE THE PEOPLE the right to:
“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”
Read that last part again…
“…whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form”…
ANY Form of Government…
Becomes destructive of THESE ends…
It is the Right (R is capitalized) of the People (P is capitalized)…
To ALTER or to ABOLISH it…
And institute NEW Government…
Laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its power…
Such Principles 👉🏻 the Foundation 👉🏻 the very premise of what gave us this day.
And…
“But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.”
👉🏻 it is THEIR right
👉🏻 it is THEIR duty
👉🏻 To throw off such Government
👉🏻 To PROVIDE new Guards
👉🏻 for THEIR future security
And unfortunately, you can get on MANY platforms of Liberals and watch them misconstrue, misquote, and COMPLETELY destroy the true meaning of the words and phrases into their agendas.
As they’ve done for too long and too many years, and now we have a large portion of people who have NO CLUE the true history and Foundation.
That’s why it looks the way it does and it’s going to be a fight to SAVE AMERICA.
The Declaration of Independence states that every person possesses three inalienable rights: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Two hundred and forty-seven years have passed, and we have mostly forgotten what those words mean.
Today it seems that most of us think that the pursuit of happiness means the pursuit of pleasure and the avoidance of pain and distress. This confusion can best be explained by the dumbing down of America which we covered in our last video, and the gross lack of spiritual enlightenment in today’s society. In modern society the childish Atheist will often ask; if there is a GOD, why do bad things happen to good people? As if the Earth is supposed to be a Utopia where humans are born to experience nothing but pleasure. Like all Utopian ideations, this is a fantasy for the weak-minded who seek to avoid the pain of life. Bad things happen to everyone so that we can overcome them, learn, and grow.
The Earth is nothing at all like a Utopia. It is a wild place where one must kill in order to live. It does not matter if one is carnivore, vegetarian, or vegan. And it does not matter if you pay someone else to kill for you. Life can only be sustained by life. And perhaps this is why civilization was created, but more often than not, they have served the tyrants at the top, while enslaving the people to run whatever system has been put into place. But in 1776, our founding fathers drafted something very unique. Perhaps the most revolutionary form of spiritual self-government ever penned to paper.
They understood what the pursuit of happiness meant. To Thomas Jefferson, it meant the pursuit of a meaningful life. And it was preceded on the list by life and liberty because individual freedom is needed in order to choose your own path in life. If God has a purpose for each and every one of us, then we have the right to live our life freely so that we can pursue our own life’s work.
The American Revolution created a form of government that serves to protect and defend the individual’s right to pursue their very own path so long as they respected the rights of others. It established a form of government whose sole purpose was to protect these unalienable rights that each individual human deserves.
IN WOLF PEAK TERRITORY Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into spaceI like smoke and lightnin’ Heavy metal thunder Racing with the wind And the feeling that I’m underYeah, darlin’ gonna make it happen
; Opens a new tabGrandfather Shaman Wolf Speaks the Stories of Stonehenge In the Ancient of Days During the Summer Solstice Celebration Now the Crowds Gather At Stonehenge To Greet…
Summer’s Wild Soul Liberation–the sound of faerie music…
Born To Be Wild On Beloved Mother Earth …
The Forest Solstice Gathering
Free To Simply Be Truly Alive … Breathe In the Fierce Force of the Sun’s Light…
Born To Be Beautiful and Wild…
One For All and All For One…
the Wild Wolf Shamaness Connection, She Lives In the Peak…
Born To Be Wild and Ferocious… Protecting Wolf Peak Territory During the Summer Solstice Celebration…
KYMBA, the White Lion, King of His Wildflower Meadows
Born Free
Song by Andy Williams
Born free, as free as the wind blows As free as the grass grows Born free to follow your heart
Live free and beauty surrounds you The world still astounds you Each time you look at a star
Stay free, where no walls divide you You’re free as the roaring tide So there’s no need to hide
Born free, and life is worth living But only worth living ‘Cause you’re born free
You’re free as the roaring tide So there’s no need to hide
Born free, and life is worth living But only worth living ‘Cause you’re born free
Take the world in a love embrace… Happiness of the Summer Solstice Faeries
KYMBA watches over his bunny friends — they are always welcome in his wildflower paradise…
Litha and Summer Solstice – 5 Ways to Be Like the Sun
Summer solstice, also known as Litha, is the longest day of the year, but it’s only the very beginning of the summer months with the hottest weather yet to come. Litha is one of the eight traditional Pagan holidays when daytime energies are at their strongest, radiating mega-doses of vitality and love. The Sun, seen from an esoteric level, is all about love and wisdom. It’s the primary ray of energy from which everything else is created. It’s the Heart of creation. The Sun never fails to shine, always “rises” to meet us, and sustains life on Earth. This time of peaking solar energies inspired me to write about Litha and Summer Solstice – 5 Ways to Be Like the Sun!
The Wild Stag, She Touches the Celestial Realm, the Summer Solstice, Through His Majestic Antlers… Her Benevolent Powers Strengthen…
Like a true nature’s child We were born Born to be wild
The Atlantean Settlement In the Emerald Green Wilds of Antediluvian Ireland … so very long ago…
Racing with the wind
And the feeling that I’m under
Yeah, darlin’ gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
When Horses Ran Wild and Free Over the Entirety of Earth… Their Big Bold Hearts, their Drumming Hooves Transformed the Lands — the Spirit of Freedom Reigned…
Wild Running Rabbit, He’s a ShapeShifter buddy with Blade Runner, the rabbit ET who landed in the Peak — Now a Guardian, he has become a fearsome spaceship warrior.
Summer Solstice baby bunnies coming out to play…
She is sun wild at heart…
Let the loving golden goodness of summer embrace you…
We in the Peak wish you health, wealth, and everlasting happiness…
Festivities With One of the Enchanted Fae at Her Cottage In the Deep Magical Forests of the Peak. She is Adored by One and All, Leading Herb Foraging Hikes.
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Crushed, lost to whispers in the wind… the celestial queen of liberty soars, triumphant on Mother Earth again. 
ARISE AND SHINE SIRIUS, FOR THE LIGHT HAS COME 
SIRIUS, APEX OF THE CALENDAR THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER 
Guarding ancient secrets of the DOG STAR RISING and the FLOODING OF THE NILE… 
ONCE A TARTAR KING IN AMERICA, HE ROCKET-EMERGES AS THE MAGA REVIVAL ON INDEPENDENCE DAY, JULY 4, 2023. 
FOR NOW, TRANSFORMATIONAL POWER REIGNS ON EARTH — THE FINGER OF GOD POINTS TO WHAT HAS BEEN KEPT HIDDEN FROM MOST SOULS ON BELOVED EARTH… BIG FEROCIOUS YOWLS!KOUGAR CAT RIPS OUT OF THE BAG FOR, SHE KNOWS WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAMEYES, THE BOLD-CLAW SEARCH FOR TRUTH DURING THE FULL MOON OF JULY 3 2023 
VENUS RETROGRADE, BEGINS JULY 22 IN THE SIGN OF LEO THIS SPOTLIGHTS OUR LOVE RELATIONSHIPS SHINING A LIGHT ON OLD ISSUES — MARRIAGES REVISITED, THE UNRESOLVED ISSUESOR, WHERE THE PARTNERSHIP WENT WRONG… AS WELL, WHAT HAS BEEN ACHIEVED TOGETHER IS HIGHLIGHTED… FOR NOW, THE HEALING OF HEART ENERGY COMES FORTH, A SUN-RADIANT EXPLOSION LOVINGLY EMBRACING OUR PRECIOUS WORLD2023, VENUS IN LEO TWO TIMES… KNOW THE COLOSSAL IMPACT OF DIVINE LOVE! 
WOLF PEAK, WHERE THE HEART LIVES UNTAMED… EVERYONE, COME TOGETHER NOW. LIVE WISELY AND WELL, FOREVER HUGGED BY THE GREAT SPIRIT… FOR, THE TIME ARRIVES TO MAKE GOOD, HONEST CONNECTIONS WITH EACH OTHER, WITH YOUR SOUL-STRONG TRIBE.. TO BECOME SUPER-POWERED WARRIORS AND VISIONARIES ON TEAM EARTH… TO WIN THE FINAL BATTLE OVER EVIL! 
NEW ARRIVAL IN WOLF PEAK, DURING THE SPARKLING-THUNDEROUS, ROWDY, AND JOYOUS CELEBRATION OF FREEDOM… AN ANTEDILUVIAN BREED OF SHAPESHIFTER, SHE WAS THE WHITE-MOON WOLF, A PRIESTESS GUARDIAN FOR THE FIRST KING OF ATLANTIS. HE WAS MASTER OP THE MAGNETIC LODESTONE REALM… ONCE ADMIRED THROUGHOUT MANY GALAXIES. 
ASTROLOGY PREDICTIONS, INSPIRED BY JONI PATRY 
About Joni Patry
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ShapeShifter Kisses 