During the Autumn Equinox
Happy Autumn *Howls andYowls*, ShapeShifter Lovers!
In this year of 2020, once again, the Queen of Autumn--as she is now lovingly called in the Peak--makes her appearance. She, like many others have decided they will celebrate this Fall season--that is, by attending the numerous Fall Medieval festivities and faires, and by wearing those gorgeous medieval gowns. The men won't be left out, dressing in fancy fantasy medieval garments.
Note: I tried my best to get this blog done on the September 23rd, but nope--not to be.
Additional note: And here it is the October 12--just way too many interruptions. However, I think the long flash scene between Sondi and Big D definitely benefited.
Autumnal Equinox 2020 Forecast: The coming dark of Fall, a time for harvest, of preparing for winter's harsh ways. This is also a time to connect with your deeper Divine self, thus to harvest the new wisdom gained throughout this tempest-tough year. And as always, connecting with the Divine Force is needed sustenance for your eternal soul.
As always, it is time for rest when the darkness of the winter season holds us like a comfy blanket. During this slower pace, we entwine and integrate our new wisdom.
Yes, it is always wise to use your experiences, your greater knowledge as the path forward, especially during this Time of the Great Unraveling. Now, in the dark womb of Creation we are able to
transform ourselves for the uncertain-chaos future we are All about to
face.
As we move forward into the new resurrecting light after the Winter Solstice, use your spiritual awareness, acquired during the year, to overcome the many obstacles that will be hurled before us--to be compared with the enormous concrete blocks only giants can lift.
Our opportunity as the human family is to create the world anew. The opportunity is for every individual to contribute, to bring forth their dream-vision.
Together, we will bring forth the Aquarian Age of true
peace, real freedom, and prosperity for All.
Yes, as a continuation of my current WIP staring Sondi and Big D, I will be writing another flash scene for this blog
Below is an image that closely resembles my heroine, Sondi. Her hair is a lighter shade with golden highlights.
Yep, Big D discovers how much Sondi adores Medieval gowns when they go shopping at the massive Pleasure Club, the many malls inside.
First though, Big D realizes more about Sondi's real heritage.
Pure anticipation roared through Big D like a big ole rushing river. He knocked on the door of Sondi's living quarters--near the stables.
Courteously, he called out, "Sondi, are you ready for our shopping adventure?"
"Almost. Come on in." From the sound of her voice, she was in the bedroom.
Wisdom prevailed. Earlier he'd ingested a cock-inhibitor substance often used by his immortal kind.
Big D shoved open the unlatched door entering the small front room. Sondi's feminine fragrance enveloped him. Pleasure stampeded his blood, alright.
Noticing a pale pink sheet of paper on the thrift-store lamp stand, Big D didn't deny his curiosity. He picked up the large delicate sheet, reading. Beautifully handwritten, Sondi had obviously copied a simple forecast about the 2020 Autumnal Equinox.
Almost immediately, the Force of the Universe chilled him to his very bones. Oh yeah, a 'knowing' quaked through him.
"Sondi," he began, "did you write this?"
"Write what?" She emerged.
A supercharged jolt struck Big D. She knocks me out of my boots.
Framing her exquisite face, Sondi's long redgold hair was loose, swinging free--gleaming way past her shoulders. She'd used minimal makeup. Big D silently thanked the One Source for that. He'd never cared for heavily made up women, except for special occasions like the Masquerade Ball.
His breath stolen, Big D stared. Dang.
She'd dressed in cream-colored pants, a flowing and flattering style. Her lovely pink top was a fluid velveteen material that showed off her curves, yet was not a tight fit.
"Something wrong? Do I look okay?" Her gaze sincerely questioned him.
"You look perfect, Sondi." Big D grinned. "I'm just a man appreciating a good lookin' woman," he drawled.
Determined not to frighten her, he jerked his admiring gaze away, but not before he saw her blush a bit.
Remembering, suddenly feeling the paper he held, Big D asked, "Did you write this?"
She nodded. "I forgot I left it out here. It was late," she hesitated. "I was tired."
"Celestial Blood Princess," he burst out, rare behavior for him. "Your cosmic heritage. I recognize it."
Tilting her head, her expression became quizzical.
"Celestial Blood Princess," she repeated. "I don't even know what that would mean...Mr. Immortal Man."
Given their recent in-depth conversation about his supernatural status and her otherworldly parents, Big D spoke plain. "It's a ranking in one of the celestial realms. You are both uniquely human and Divine in nature. A high ranking. Few beings achieve that level," he paused, studying her face for how to proceed, then explained. "That balance of living in the third dimension and in the heavenly realms."
Sondi stilled, her body almost rigid as she considered, then resonated with his words.
"Oh," she softly breathed out. "That does seem to explain certain experiences, feelings. Some abilities I have."
When she looked directly at him, her gaze fired golden light into his eyes. "You ought to know, since you live here--in this somewhat primitive third dimension."
Enjoyin' her inner power immensely, Big D smiled. "We immortals play, live, operate in the various material realms. More than what are called the celestial realms."
Thoughtful, keeping her gaze locked on him, Sondi moved closer. "I don't think I'm very connected to the celestial realm...right now. It's too hidden from me. There are blocks," she added as he raised his brows.
Big D offered, "It could be a protection measure. Hide you from the darkside players. If you don't realize who you are, they won't know either."
"Could be." She shook her head as if to clear cobwebs, then favored him with an impish smile. "Let's go shopping. I don't want to think about it anything else now. I need some fun time."
"Me too. We've both been puttin' in the long hours." Big D stepped to the side, and gentlemanly opened her door.
"Oh, this is wonderful. I love it." Sondi swept her arm toward the hay bales and the festive Fall wheelbarrows full of plump pumpkins and squash. "Being here in Wolf Peak is definitely magical."
"It's become a ranch tradition decorating for the Fall Equinox." Big D strode toward the passenger door of his nineteen sixty-six Fleetwood Cadillac. "We like honoring the change of season."
"How many cars do you have?" Sondi halted in midstep. Her gaze roamed appreciatively over the grand, limousine-style Cadillac. "I haven't seen this one."
"I'm gonna keep surprisin' you, Sondi." Big D spoke teasingly.
"Cool color. Sort of a pale champagne gold. Almost matches that Stetson your wearing today...Mr. He's All Hat." Sondi matched his teasing tone.
Enjoyin' his view of Sondi as she slipped onto the large seat, Big D didn't get the door fully shut before her dog rushed inside like a dang coyote on the run. The Pharaoh hound neatly landed on Sondi's lap.
"Tia, what are you doing here?" she gently scolded. "You're supposed to be staying with–"
"It's okay, Sondi," Big D interrupted. "She's well behaved. Tia can come with us."
"'l'll get her leash."
"We can get one easy enough at the shops. Several have dog supplies."
"Okay...if you say so. You're still naughty, Tia." Big D heard as he closed the door, then strode to the driver's side. The dog was exceptionally well-mannered even though she was darn independent-minded, too.
In the plus column, Tia had taken a strong liking to him. And Big D knew the rescued Pharaoh Hound was almost neurotic in protecting Sondi.
How could he deny either of them?
Yep, as he climbed inside the Cadillac, Tia politely sat at Sondi's feet. The dog favored him with the 'grateful' canine look.
"She wants to be included." Sondi stroked Tia's smooth head.
"Well, I guess so," Big D drawled, amused. "Keep being a lady, Miss Tia, and I'm happy to include you."
"You're spoiling her too much," Sondi bantered. "And me."
You have no idea, my darling woman, how much I want to spoil you.
In high spirits, Big D turned the ignition key. The Caddy purred elegantly, ready to rule the surface road, then the miles' long tunnel that led directly inside the Pleasure Club, and into the enormous, three-levels garage.
Taking a chance, Big D lightly teased, "Want me to stop?" He rolled toward the ranch's road. Accelerating, he sped over it, the ride slick as hog's grease.
"No..." she thoughtfully answered moments later. "No, not really...I'm starting to, to like it."
"I sure do appreciate your honesty, Sondi." Big D spoke in a neutral tone. With his gaze focused on the road, he increased their traveling speed.
Dang, if the world doesn't feel just perfect.
"I've never had such a comfortable ride. I have to admit." Sondi stroked the dashboard briefly. "What's her name?"
"Miss Classy."
"She is classy, no doubt it."
Big D honked his horn a couple of times acknowledging his crew of range riders. Several teenage cowboys were with them learning the ropes. "Music, Sondi?"
"Not unless you're in the mood, Big Hat Man. The sound of the car, the wind...this is great." She cracked her window, placing her hand outside.
Big D figured he'd surprise Sondi later with his fire-red convertible. Yep, on a bright Indian Summer day before winter's cold blew into Montana.
"I checked on all the pregnant mares early this morning. They're doing fine," Sondi informed.
"Yup. Jake called the house, tellin' me you'd made the rounds."
"Lolita will probably give birth in two days. Her foal is a colt." Sondi pulled her hand back inside, leaving the window open a bit.
"A colt you say. Well heckfire, I couldn't be happier. Daddy stud will be prancin' around like it's all his doin'."
Sondi chuckled. "The gender is his doing. But the carrying and the birthing isn't. He better be kissing her sweet little hooves."
"I'll give him the message." Big D wisecracked.
"Yeah, you do that," she shot back.
"You didn't happen to psi-see the colt's coat color?" he needled, his tone good-natured.
"Nope. So sorry to disappoint." Sondi flipped her fiery gold hair, a bit defiant.
Big D caught the small display of temper from the corner of his eye. He grinned bigtime. Dang, oh yeah, just what I want in a woman. Spirit.
"You know I'm just funnin' you." Big D slowed as they passed the neighbor's valley ranch. "Look to your right, Sondi."
"Oh wow! Looks like a Medieval faire, a re-enactment." Excitement and longing filled her voice. "Look at those gorgeous gowns."
"Lot of folks here in the Peak are downright fond of that time period. Phoenix and Claire, the owners of this spread, are always hosting Medieval feasting events, and outdoor games."
"Really?" Her excitement spun around him.
"Yep, wait a hot minute. I dang well forgot, Sondi. It's Medieval Princess Days here in the Peak."
"Medieval Princess Days." She spoke dreamily, her hankerin' obvious to his ears. "Some day," she added.
That had Big D wanting to do anything to fulfill Sondi's wishes.
"As long as the weather holds, there are regular jousting competitions. It's great training for Phoenix and Claire's warhorses."
"Warhorses?" Sondi's gaze could have been glued to the side window.
"Breeds that were once used by Knights of the Realm." Big D snapped his gaze back on the road. "Such as the destrier, coursers, and rounceys. All of them called chargers."
"Oh, that's right. The chargers. I don't see any jousting, though. Only a spectacular fantasy Medieval Princess gathering. Wonderful..."
Big
D removed his foot from the accelerator, giving Sondi a longer look at
the feasting revelry. "The jousting is usually held at their castle,
hidden in the Rocky mountains."
He waited, drawing a large breath. Should
I have revealed that yet? Too darn-tootin' late now. He certainly
wasn't telling her Phoenix and Claire were firebird shapeshifters.
"Castle?" Sondi sounded bewildered. "A real castle?" "Yep, there's a few old world castles camouflaged by bein' in the mountains. They can't be seen by the sky spy satellites, either."
"Too cool. Old world castles here?"
"Yep, Sondi. Long, long ago this area was home to a very ancient race of good and wise Druids. As they are known in these times."
"Wow...I keep saying wow. But wow. I've intuitively sensed that very ancient past—as you just explained."
Big D heard Sondi's authenticity. Her words were not hollow appeasement.
Given they'd passed the Medieval gaiety, Big D punched the gas pedal. "I'll wrangle us an invitation to the jousting games if you want, Sondi."
"Please, please. You know I would love, love the horses. And I love watching jousting events. Huzza!"
Heckfire, if his grin didn't feel wider than the brim of his Stetson. "The Renaissance Faire?"
"Yes, every chance I got. I absolutely adore Medieval type gowns—" Sondi stopped her words. "I'm sorry...I'm, I'm not asking...I don't mean to..."
"There are several Medieval clothier shops. We can have a look. I sure would like to see you wearin' a princess gown."
"Hey!"
Sondi jumped in her seat. "That looks like a dragon. Flying toward the
Medieval party. I can't see it that well." Puzzlement owned her voice.
"But it does look like a small golden dragon. I swear."
Well hell, what do I say to that?
Sure enough, one of Claire's little dragons had flown by them. "Might
be a drone that someone built to look like a dragon. Fantasy role play
is big here. Like you know, Sondi."
Mere instants later Big D heard. "Explain that, Big Hat Man."
He followed the point of Sondi's finger, then quickly looked straight ahead.
Well hellfire.
Keina, in her Pegasus form, with Drev astride her—they flew high in the blue Montana sky...most likely on their way to Phoenix and Claire's feast.
"That's not a drone," Sondi asserted. "Definitely not a drone."
"No, it ain't." Think fast. "Hologram," he uttered. "The science geeks here sure do like playin' with that technology." He wasn't lying about that.
"I...I guess so. Sure does look realistic. Amazing. What a gorgeous, wing-sparkling Pegasus."
Not to be too obvious, Big D gradually upped their speed. "You know, Sondi, there could be a Medieval Princess Days celebration happenin'—several actually—inside the Club."
"Oh, that would be a fantasy come true."
Pure giddiness. Her vibes swamped him, alright. Good Lord, he loved it.
"A celebration with feasting. We could get you a gown. Get me outfitted."
"Wow...what do I say. You got me, Big Hat Man. I can't refuse...your, your generosity."
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"Good, my Medieval Princess. You know what, Sondi, I'll call ahead." As they zoomed through the semi-hidden entrance, and onto the underground highway, Big D touched the small-screen display on his dashboard. "Let's see what's shakin' on the Medieval scene."
"That is so super-holographic cool," Sondi enthused. "I can't get over how perfectly disguised these entrances are."
"Yep, gotta have advanced tech to protect our territory from the big-league bad boys and girls."
"So I've come to know since being here. The dangers of SkyNet are real alright. It's not just a futuristic movie plot."
"Truer words were never spoken, Sondi. We, here in Wolf Peak, along with humanity--we are all battling the AI SkyNet now. Here though, we got super-brain geniuses on our side."
"Super-brain geniuses," she repeated, obviously thinking about what he'd said.
"Later, when time allows, we'll return. I'll take you on a tour of the command center so you can meet our crack cyber crew."
"Yes, I'd like that. It's okay, Tia. You're okay," Sondi crooned. The darkness of the tunnel fully surrounded them.
"Tia, it won't be long." Big D switched on an interior light.
"Thanks. See, you're okay, Tia girl."
Big D knew Sondi stroked the dog, soothing her.
Chasenna, one of the Pleasure Club hostesses, appeared on screen. Autumn's bounty decorated the roomy station where she and the other hostesses directed everyone to their desired shop, restaurant, nightclub, or activity—anything and everything happening at the Interspecies Pleasure Club.
"What can I help you with today, Big D?" Chasenna's gracious smile warmed him to his very core.
"Good to see your lovely countenance again, Chasenna. Medieval Princess Days, where is it being celebrated? Oh, and the nearest pet supply shop from my personal parking space."
Within moments, Chasenna flashed the information onto his screen, then embedded it in his computer system. "Anything else, Big D?"
"Huzza!" He grinned in a charming manner. "Thanks, sweetheart."
As Sondi reached for the print out he'd initiated, her curiosity smacked Big D like a tall ocean wave. "What a list. Do I say wow again?"
Big D let time race ahead before asking, "What looks good?"
"Horses." Her joy was palpable. "At the Dream Wishes, in their small arena they're
offering rides to all Medieval Princesses. With pictures and video, of course."
"Perfect. I'll get us a reservation." His gaze not wavering, Big D entered the info on his pad beneath the monitor. "The chow is dang tasty too. Best turkey legs in the Peak."
"Yum. I haven't had one in ages...it seems like."
"You know, Sondi, Dream Wishes uses two of my son's dressage-trained Andalusian horses for these type of events."
"Rory has the most gorgeous, gorgeous horses. No doubt."
Big D heard Sondi's soul-deep yearning. He'd already promised to get her one soon as the right horse was available.
"Now that's a matter of contention, Sondi," he teasingly rebuked. "I say mine win the beauty contest."
"Can't argue, Big Hat Man. I love your horses, you know that. And they are exceptionally beautiful. It's all personal preference, though."
"We'll visit Rory again. Just too many emergencies that need tendin' to these days."
"That's for certain." Sondi audibly sighed. "Too many good people need help. And I want to help them as much as we can."
"So far, our food distribution operations are goin' great guns. We get more recruits outside the Peak's borders everyday."
"It is going great guns as you say." Hope soared Sondi's soft voice. "I say thanks everyday for that."
Wanting to lighten the mood, Big D changed the subject. "Why don't we get Tia one of those fancy tapestry collars?"
"Like the wide ones you see on greyhounds and whippets mostly?"
"Yep." He had her full attention, alright.
"Oh, Tia, you would look so beautiful, so elegant." The Pharaoh Hound gave a happy yip-yip.
"I think she agrees." Sondi laughed, carefree for the moment.
Big D sang inside. Heckfire, with Sondi around, he was dang full of love songs.
He slowed, easing the Cadillac toward a ramp that would take them to the Pleasure Club's multi-layer parking complex.
"Won't be long now," he announced. "You know, Sondi, there are pet exercise areas. So no worries No worries," he added, speaking to Tia. The dog answered with a growly yip.
"You're speaking her language now." Sondi giggled.
"The sweet edge to life," Big D spoke his thoughts. "Do you know why I prefer a 1950's lifestyle?"
"No. I wasn't alive then. Why?"
"Don't get me wrong. There were harsh realities. Like now. But there was a sweeter edge to life back then." He paused, reminiscing a bit. "Lot of folks were more neighborly, kinder to each other."
"Like some of the black and white TV shows I've watched. Leave It To Beaver," she offered.
"I had a special fondness for The Roy Rogers Show. He was one of the singing cowboys. Yep, Roy, his palomino horse, Trigger. Of course, Dale Evans and her horse, Buttermilk. And can't forget, Bullet was his German shepherd dog."
"When I was upset as a kid, Mom would often play an episode of Roy Rogers." Sondi softly crooned, Happy Trails to you..."
Big D sang the words, mightily enjoying himself. Then spontaneously, together they joined voices, singing, Happy trails to you, Until we meet again, Happy trails to you, Keep smiling until then...
Silence took control of Big D for several moments. "The Celestial Blood Princess speaks."
"I guess so," she murmured.
"Very bad wrong," he stated, "as the fireman prophet recently said. Yep, the Grand Awakening is here on planet Earth. The Judgement Day for the evil ones is upon us."
"Yes." Sondi ever so gently touched his forearm. It was as if a lightning bolt surged up his arm and into his eternal being. Wow. Hell yeah!
"You know," she continued, her tone contemplative, "there's dealing with your shadow side, facing it. I think it's now time for all of us to face and then embrace our Light Side."
"Yep, the real power of the human race." Big D took a chance, enfolding her hand inside his briefly. He praised all that was Divine that Sondi didn't object.
"In this world..." she hesitated, "Most of us have been so suppressed, so terribly oppressed by the current schizophrenic culture...in fact, I believe we've intentionally been trained to ignore our Good side, our Light—while at the same time, we're encouraged to be our best, to be our Good Side. I think, think...it's all to keep us down, keep humanity down."
"I know what you're saying, Sondi." At a slow crawl, Big D approached his parking spot. "Those on the darkside, the darkside here and in the Grand Universe, they are tryin' like all hell to conquer Earth. Truth is, these demonic-like beings are damn desperate and damn afraid of the human race. Always have been, in fact."
Big D stopped his words, reflecting. "They're like scared trembling rabbits in deep winter when the wolves howl their hunger. That is, scared of humanity's true potential."
Once he'd parked the Caddy, Sondi reached out squeezing part of his hand for several instants. "I feel what you're saying intuitively...yes."
Big D rejoiced, a besotted son of a gun.
