Saturday, January 23, 2010

Seven, Seven, Seven... Into the Mystic

Yep, meowsa, my mystic and magical Big Cats, it’s still gray on the tame prairie... though, the sky became brighter during the late afternoon and the milder temps have stayed. And on a late note, moi actually saw the moon!

One of those beyond-interesting occurrences ~ on January 21, the Kougaress saw the number 777 two times, and once on the following day. 3 x 7 = 21, the day’s date, which breaks down to a THREE, the number for 2010, as well. It’s a THREE year.
The day ~ 1/21/2010 breaks down to SEVEN... so, hmmm purrs... what does that mean?
Since SEVEN is considered to be the spiritual number in numerology, moi figured it’s time to take a look at how the ‘spiritual’ is showing up in her life and spotlight it.

Recently, on the 15th, she heard Van Morrison’s song ~ Into the Mystic... having always felt a deep affinity for the music and the lyrics of that song, this Big Cat girl listened with that floaty swirly enjoyment she’s always felt.
As moi mentioned before, she experienced the song at a deeper brighter level of herself, a benefit of our Aquarian Age.
Now, what the song lyrics actually mean, this Big Cat has not a clue. Intentionally, she’s never tried to find out, preferring her own experience of the music.
Could we live our lives with such magical enjoyment as that song provokes? Perhaps, if we travel toward the wild mystic side of ourselves, then we express that spiritual side of us more and more... well, why not?
Why not bring forth our mystical feelings and awareness? What do we have to lose, given the way our current world is?
Imagine, if so many of us lived the wild mystic of our souls, it became our world... it created our world rather than what is creating our world now... imagine...
Wouldn’t that be a world worth living in?

The Kougaress found the song lyrics at 3:27... a personal date and one that breaks down to a THREE and has the number SEVEN included. Deliciously weird, huh?

Into the Mystic ~ Van Morrison song

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...

ROARING SUPPORT for the people of Iceland, who are engaged in a battle to take their country back and throw the evil-souled Banksters out!!!
In case, you didn’t know the whole country of Iceland was defrauded by the IMF, by the World Bank, and are currently being blackmailed to pay debts the country doesn’t actually owe. Remember, in all cases, FRAUD NEGATES CONSENT!!!
For example, if you sign a contract that has been misrepresented to you *in any manner ~ any manner at, no matter how trivial or obvious* you are not bound by that contract. In every case FRAUD NEGATES CONSENT!
Now, the problem is that those who have defrauded you, or any of us, usually have the bigger guns... they own the power and they viciously exercise it, usually. They are firm believers in MIGHT MAKES RIGHT! You know, like the mafia. So, tread carefully if you battle against their fraud and blackmail.
Still, the Divine is on your side... universal divine law not man’s corrupt law, that’s the truth to know and live by.


Authoress news and mews ~


Serena Shay ~ Where Do Those Ideas Come From?

Happy Friday one and all!

So I was reading Pat's awesome post yesterday(if you missed it, please go back and check it out...she has a fabulous voice and I think you'll love the idea she's currently working on.) So her post got me thinking about all the ways stories have snuck-up and smacked me between the eyes...

Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 390 ~

Sylva settled on her cowboy’s powerful feeling manhood, relishing her words to him as much as he seemed to enjoy them. Opening her eyes briefly, she merged with his whiskey-dark gaze, so intense on her she glowed inside. “Your stud,” he purred in such a masculine tone, Sylva glowed more fiercely, and smiled as her eyelids slid shut. All the while he fondled her breast, his caresses and soft squeezes drove her insane with pleasure. “Hotter and wilder,” she murmured. “You’re making me hotter and wilder.” His fingers lazily coned her breast. “Is that so?” Sylva subtly squirmed on her husband.”

Zeke felt like a red-burning brand inside. He also felt as fine and leisurely as a smooth-drinking whiskey. “I aim to please my wife.” His Sylva arched back a bit, then moaned a sweet sensual song. “Is that so?” she softly repeated. Zeke slowly grinned in return, meeting his wife’s sky turquoise eyes, briefly, her ethereal beautiful eyes. “You’re doing a great job,” she flowed her words over him, a pleasure that made him frisky as a stallion inside. Languidly, he continued teasing the plump swell of his woman’s breast, deciding he surely liked all the various ways of their lovemakin’.
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 389 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~

~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves. ~~~

Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Into the mystic kisses from the Kougar...


Serena Shay said...

Oh my, Savanna, I would love to live the wild mystic of my soul... How lovely of a world would it be if we all could. If people were encouraged to share with the rest of us their hopes and dreams without the worry of being ridiculed by some others.

Savanna Kougar said...

Serena, so true. I've tried to live my life that way, and succeeded to some degree, but not nearly to the level I'd hoped, as far as bringing that about.