Aaah, Big Kitties, it's an explosive year already, good and bad -- and in every genre of life. One great piece of news exploding onto the stage of the Kougar's life as a romance author, is Siren Publishing's win. Best Book Publisher, the Preditor and Editors Reader's Poll, 2007. The Kougar is proudly smiling from pricked ear to pricked tawny ear. She is dancing-happy for everyone at Siren -- including herself, of meow-course.
Yes, she does her elated Kougar dance, her paws romping in sleek light-footed and exuberant rhythm.
May this win bring wonderful benefits to All at Siren Publishing. Bowing prayer to Bast.
On a darker explosive note -- Riders of the Storm, dear Big Cats. The life and death of Jim Morrison of The Doors, the fantabulous incendiary topic last night on Coast-to-Coast with George Noory. The Kougaress has always adored the music of The Doors, and has always soul-mind adored the image-flying enchantment of Jim Morrison's poetry -- because you have to experience it, feel it -- live the mystic raw journey of it. His poetry can't be understood in any other spectrum of light.
And that is the eternal gift of Jim Morrison to our Earth culture, to our souls and minds. It is also incredibly lacking in our current world.
Light My Fire blasted like sexy flaming honey through the Kougar's soul, and blasted into her spirit forever. And it still does, whenever she hears it, especially the original long version. Nothing purring-hot and wild like it. Jim Morrison is and was a psychedelic shaman, as the title was coined by a fellow band member, one of the featured guests on Coast-to-Coast. The first, and maybe the only psychedelic shaman -- the exception being Jimi Hendrix.
When the Kougaress does a check back in her life, to the time and music of Jim Morrison, to her own psychedelic journeying (no naughty substances involved), and she scans her world today in comparison -- where is that primal mystic aliveness? No, it is as if we've become a vampire nation, our spirits sucked dry, long sucked dry by various evil forces.
No, not entirely, dear Big Kitties, have our spirits been devoured. Yes, our spirits still dance the sailing clouds, the storm clouds. There are still riders on the storm, maiden youth to crone ancient. And no, that era was not the perfect free-love paradise. However, it was much more alive than now, in certain ways of the Spirit. It was neon-color alive in the realm of mind, not the brain. The Mind. The Mind roaming free, creative and untamed in the realm of dimensions -- The Mind bringing forth those gifts to the world, thus, enlivening the world for All.
It was a psychedelic aliveness, a new raging light of poetry -- still living inside the Kougaress, for which she is yowling-grateful.
Lope long and easy, dear Big Cats, over to Title Magic for a tickle-the-ribs blog by our guest blogger. Amanda's claim to author fame, You Had Me at Halo -- the Kougaress luvs that one!
Moi's purr-joyful comment below:
Amanda, what a delightful blog. I'm grinning, can't you see it? Oh, and now I know what to do with my sagging middles -- or maybe I could just offer up my fleshy sagging middle to the hordes of zombies, who needs liposuction?
In all honesty, I would luv to write a light-hearted paranormal and have begun a few, but I think my moon in Scorpio keeps getting in the way. BTW, your pic, and you, of course, are adorable. Thanks for blogging with us.
Psychedelic smooches from the Kougar...
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