Blessings Out of the Blue

Blessings out of the blue, Big Beautiful Kitties! The afternoon sky above the Kougar’s brown winter-crushed prairie, is the new blue, infused with violet, radiant, pouring down the new blue blessings of the Aquarian age. Winds crash and sweep, cold, almost menacing. Clouds, an immense dense terrain of domes and streaming lines blow in, gradually taking over the sky.
Today, blessings out of the blue ray, the Kougar decided to do a bit of research (her time slippery as a trout escaping her claws), on the blue ray of William Henry, new age shaman/mystic/revealer. Yes, the angelic blue light mentioned by Doreen Virtue on her HayHouse radio show. Found on William Henry's blog, Manna from the Muse. And a feast for the Kougaress’s soul. William Henry’s blog is manna for the spirit, providing the keys, the golden keys for opening the Kougar’s stories.
The Keys:
The blue lotus oil opening Lady Sheridan’s heart to Baron Zaggry in Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil, book II in the World of the Blue Pearl Moon.
The connection Jacquelyn Kennedy had to the Egyptian temple at Denderra is revealed in William Henry’s blog. And, thus, the connection to the antediluvian world of Atlantis, since Egypt was mostly colonized by the Atlanteans...and thus, Jackie O’s and President John F. Kennedy’s role in Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis.
Blessings from the blue ray sky...bow to Bast, the Kougaress is grateful.
Hip hop and sway over to Title Magic. Mel posts an amazing blog about how she uses music to create. Just like films have a musical score, so do her novels. Moi’s purring-enthusiasm below:
Mel, so absolutely kool. I don't quite do the music thing as intensely as you do. But silence is usually not my ally when I'm writing. I have internet radio on, shows which include a variety of music. Stories, scenes have been born from the snatch of a song as I'm driving, or the whole song puts me in that mood, which creates the next scene in the story I'm working on...it's as though my Muse says, here ya go, just what you need. And it is!
A couple of months ago I heard some oldie goldie Samba music (courtesy of Rollye James, radio talk show), Byrd, the musician -- it was wonderful incredible music, the perfect music for my hero in Curses Were Strange Beasts. I knew that was the music he chose to dance to at a retro Hollywood thirties/forties nightclub. Dance scene is upcoming, however, in the story. But he did tell the heroine they were going dancing, while solving the current oil crises and running from the Black Unit.

Blessings Out of the Blue kisses from the Kougar.