Thursday, February 17, 2011
Early nighttime purrs, my whirl-a-dance KitKats... early in the morning, while darkness still ruled, the Kougaress got a peek at the almost full moon as the clouds flew by... what a beauty she is!... wow-pow, are the winds raging today on the tame prairie... warm winds! Way too warm for this time of the year... of course, no complaints from this Big Cat... stay safe, warm and fed, my lovelies... the Kougaress loves ya!
A Kougaress clawing commentary ~
Beyond 1984... oh, how this Big Cat author wishes she were merely penning a novel by that title... sadly, no. Beyond 1984, it’s here, it’s now... there are too many examples to list them all here to prove what occurs in the big-brother novel, 1984, has been far surpassed in these times... so this Big Cat will point out what is known as the internet kill switch... not only does it KILL *completely innocent* websites, at least 84,000 of them that have been news-reported so far. But, also, these mafia-gov cyber thugs put up a condemning warning ‘without’ any manner of trial or redress of grievance. This ominous kill switch not only murders the freedom of the internet, it also KILLS the lives of all those folks who had businesses and are now falsely labeled as perverts... yep, the end result is their businesses are damaged, some beyond repair. In this shaky economy families are dependent on their internet enterprises to feed, clothe and shelter themselves. How many children went hungry because of this immoral whack-a-mole shutdown? How many folks couldn’t, or now can’t pay their mortgages, their rents. How many of the INNOCENT are now out on the streets, homeless, starving, because of the gov? NOT BECAUSE OF ANYTHING *THEY* DID WRONG.
One moral of this story is: Never give away your moral authority to a gov authority, who is supposed to be your servant. A servant to the people.
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~
1:11 am... 3:33 am... 11:11 pm... From: news.yahoo.com ~ Ark. cities feel unexplained surge in earthquakes ~ “Several small earthquakes ranging in magnitude from 1.8 to 3.8 have rattled the north-central Arkansas cities of Greenbrier and Guy this week, and the cause is unknown.
The U.S. Geological Survey has reported more than 30 earthquakes in the area since Sunday, including a magnitude 3.8 quake Thursday morning and at least 16 others occurring Wednesday, two of which were magnitude 3.2 and 3.5. More than 700 quakes have occurred in the region over the past six months.”
Authoress news and mews ~
The Kougar is looking at ending her grand experiment in penning, otherwise known as Sylva and Zeke’s love story, and titled: Happy Courtship on another Earth. The time is likely here, perhaps it’s long past... yes, even though, the Kougar enjoys writing the serial flash... and, no, it’s not been easy peasy, for the most part... there is still, in her mind, a lot of story left. However, that doesn’t mean readers are all that interested in the rest of the story.
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
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by Mary Quast
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SHAPESHIFTER LOVERS ~ ever wonder about those dog-headed beings that have been reported on occasion, and who sometimes resemble Anubis? Here’s an interesting article.
From Unexplainable.net ~
St. Christopher, patron saint of travelers of all sorts, is said to have had the head of a dog.
According to some accounts of Easter Orthodox lore, St. Christopher had the head and features of a fearsome canine. There are two possible explanations for this.
One historical explanation is that he was a member of a type of skirmisher unit, known as the Velites. These were frequently made up of poorer farmers and hunters, who used spears and light shields, hurling their javelins and retreating, as they could not afford armor. However, to appear more fearsome and to provide meager protection, they frequently wore wolf-pelts draped around their shoulders and over their head (with the wolf's head over their own).
The explanation given in the lore was that he was a member of a special race of dog-headed men known as Cynocephali, or, "Dog-headed", derived from greek. This race was reputed to live in the land of Canaan, land of the Canaanites. And when reading, it is easy to see the resemblance between Canaan and Canine. More alarmingly, these hybrids of man and man's best friend appear not only in Christian lore, but are well documented in over a dozen cultures and mythologies as being in the same area. Is it possible that these dog-faced denizens of the ancient world truly existed? If so, what happened to them? Like much of Judeo-Christian lore, it seems this story creates more questions than answers. But what we do know is that St. Christopher died for following Christ around the year 250 A.D., and unfortunately was decapitated. So we may never know why he had such a ferocious visage. But perhaps the lesson here is one as old as time: It's not the outside of a man, but his inside, that counts.
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 780 ~
Sylva gazed at Zeke’s face, then continued, “happened to me.” With that, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Pulled down fast into sleep, Sylva knew she began dreaming, even as she still felt her body pressed against her cowboy’s. After a series of disjointed images, she was back in her life as a child growing up. In the way of dreams, she relived her childhood until twelve years of age. Puzzled, she tried to think inside her dream, figure out why this review. Was there something she needed to know that affected her now? “Destiny is a strange gift,” she heard.
Zeke inhaled the scent of his sleeping bride, savoring as he drifted down into sleep. Beyond her psychic abilities, beyond his stud attraction to her, beyond his love for her, there was something about his Sylva that was pure magic to him. Something indefinable for now. Indefinable, the word bounced through his head as he entered the dark realm of sleep, and dreams. He stood on the threshold of a small house, the design unfamiliar to him. As he gazed around, looking at the odd furniture, at the polished wooden floor, at a child’s strewn toys, he heard tiny footsteps.
TO BE CONTINUED...
The Kougar’s prior flashes are also available at the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ Or, The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
Big Cat Snarls...
Ham-fisted tyranny is on the rise in our beloved country, and it’s only going to get MUCH WORSE for all of us... unless, we start saying NO to everything the fed orders, and wants... and kick every federal agency out of the states, out of our communities. Remember, the Sheriff, by law, can kick the feds out of any county. The Sheriff is ABOVE THE GOV, contrary to the lies now told.
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire. ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!
~ HAPPY REST OF FEBRUARY ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~
May you live the dreams of your heart...
Beyond 1984 kisses from the Kougar...