Kiss of the Supernatural Heralds

A cold damp chill saturates the Kougar's prairie -- the kind of chill that keeps moi coldy shivery inside.
Excitement and maniacal focus, Big Cats, the Kougar is searching for a font that will 'express' her e-novella, Red Lioness Tamed. Good meowing luck! Since fonts are like grains of sand -- a good thing, since the Kougaress has a great purring fondness for fonts -- then again, the search is difficult, even with Google hunting parameters. Not that moi is experienced in this manner of hunting.
If you've ever possessed a fascination about the connection of Rock Stars with UFO's run fleetly, don't walk, over to unknowncountry.com, click on the internet radio show, the listen button, and savor. The revelations are...meow well...beyond amazing and fabulous food for thought, manna for those who wish to learn with open cosmic minds.
Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Elvis Presley, John Lennon - the Beatles, Santanna, Led Zepelin... the supernatural roar and whisper of their music, the poetic whine of electric guitars, created to bring in a new awareness, the heralds of our Aquarian Age. Yes, in sweetest synchronicity, since this is the Sun in Aquarius time of year.
Yowling-howling yes, the kiss of the supernatural heralds bestowed upon us all, upon the world, this Mother Earth.
Supernatural Higher and higher, the mission of these heralds and many more -- these musicians, songsters, artists mentioned, are especially beloved by the Kougaress... within her spirit, her soul, her heart... her primal Being mesmerized and savagely enchanted. Soared to dimensions and worlds beyond on the light of stars, and through the mist-curtains of time.
And, thus, my Beautiful Big Cats, hep cats included, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison of the Doors play their shamanistic notes again in the Kougar's novel, When a Good Angel Falls.

Supernatural kisses from the Kougar...