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The Sheriff of
California
, our own Goldie Hawn, has issued a dire warning for any enemy of
California
crossing our borders. All cyborg ‘chips’ will be neutralized. I’m told it is an extremely painful process. Since our border battles continue, the policy of ‘no mercy’ continues. As allowed by the musician artists, an endless diet of Barry Manilow favorites. Or John Tesh, continues to be your choice when captured.

The music will not die until you see the bright stage lights of truth, until you embrace our inalienable right to freedom. You may take an oath to The
California
Republic
or agree to service in the Free African States, as voted in by the free citizens of The
California
Republic
. No voting machines were used in this election or any election since secession
from the former
United States of America
.

I am also passing a warning along from Dr. Evelyn, president of the Mystic Protection League. All enemies of
California
and freedom are being psychically watched, countered by the appropriate spells and curses, as allowed by the
California
Constitution and the Bill of Spiritual Rights.

Also, you will recall from last night’s show, Dr. Doreen and Dr. Stephen from the Circle of Angel and Shamanic Wisdom, along with their colleagues
and our listeners, have called forth All the Heavenly Powers that Be for our protection during Maya celebration. Indeed, LA is the city of angels. And spirit animals. Probably most of them ‘feathered serpents’.

“Spirit dragons,” Sedona muttered, seeing them in her mind’s eye, protectively twined around
Los Angeles
.
“Bear warriors,” she continued during the music break, vision-seeing great bears lined up along the currently claimed
California
border. They stood on their hind legs, roaring.

“I wonder what real freedom would feel like?” Sedona sighed, wriggled into a more comfortable position and doubted she would ever know as long as she remained on Earth. It was a question she’d contemplated, and soul-painfully wondered about. She’d wept the most agonizing tears, beginning when she was thirteen, the first year of her personal rebellion.

Where’s my cherub?
she asked, starting to worry about him, and remembering he stood beside her as she had lucid dreamed. Not hearing a telepathic response, she scooted to the edge of the bed, rising quickly. Wrapping herself in the blanket, she moved toward the front room. Her heart skipped with trepidation.

The fire serenely crackled. No cherub. No cycle. Fear crawled up her like a giant spider. Had something gone terribly wrong? She moved toward the fire, trance-like. Just as she rounded the sofa a tall red dog stood up, looking like a stream-lined German Shepherd. He wagged his tail in greeting, a majestic motion.

‘Who are you?” popped out of her mouth. She white-knuckled the blanket, then froze.

The large red-coated dog sat down, his dark lips curling up in a doggy smile.

“You don’t look exactly dangerous. And you don’t really look like an Earth type dog, either.”

The dog regarded her for a moment, then raised his paw in friendly manner. He attempted an adorably soulful look, his real intelligence shining in the depths of his dark eyes.

“Don’t give me that. I’m not buying it.”

She frowned down at him, but bent over taking hold of his paw gently.

“You haven’t told me your name, whoever you are.”

The dog licked her hand, a tiny kiss. When she let go of his paw, he woofed his name.

“Horfque,” she imitated.

He swept the rug with his tail to encourage her, then pricked his ears alertly.

“Well I guess you’re not going to kill me. At least, not yet.” Sedona sank down to the sofa. “Are you a good strange dog?” she crooned. “You don’t smell like a dog. Spirit animal?”

Standing, the dog shook himself, then deliberately walked over to the radio. He nosed the volume higher.

“A radio listening strange spirit dog. Want to cuddle up on the sofa?”

She had asked. Jorque happy-dog grinned
. He leapt up on the sofa beside her, and sat.

“What a beautiful red coat you have.” Reaching out slowly, she touched his neck, and stroked downward. Jorque edged a little closer, and she continued petting him. “Such a handsome kingly beast,” she cooed. After sinking her hand in his coat, she sensuously slid her hand down his back. “Such rich lovely fur, doggie. Oh sorry, your name is Horfque.”

Jorque didn’t care what she called him, her touch was truly divine, and he intended to bask in every moment.

—
the continuing superstorm
. There is a report of an x-flare strike on the southern tip of
India
. I have no further details. If anyone does and can get through, the lines are open.

The three erupting volcanoes in
Mexico
are still spewing heavy ash, covering the southwestern region of the former US. Here in LA we had a relatively clear day. The wind generating ceremonies and mass consciousness to clear our air seems to be working.

Four tornados ripped across the lower central regions of the former
Canada
. The death toll is unknown. Destruction is said to be wide spread.

London
streets remain flooded four days after the steady week of avalanche rains. Lines of cars could be seen floating toward the
Thames
River
.

Snow continues to pile up on most of the eastern seaboard with some areas under twelve feet. FEMA has announced that to enter a camp, receive health care, everyone will be required to sign over any home or land they own
,
and become ‘marked’ as permanent residents of the North American
Union
.

“Completely bleak, isn’t it?” Volcano’s angel woman tucked her legs up beneath her, then stroked him as if he were her constant companion. Jorque curled up against her, grinning widely inside. When she draped her arm around him, and hugged him lightly, he almost drooled.
“Great thing for a supposed part angel to say, huh?”
In crypto news today a previously undiscovered tribe of Big Foot met with the northern
California
border patrol, a preliminary overture on both sides toward a beneficial alliance.

“I had no idea
California
had become so independent.” Since she seemed comfortable stroking the top of his head, Jorque gently placed his head on her lap. “I’d just heard tantalizing rumors.” Lightly she tickled her fingernails behind his ear. Savoring, Jorque leisurely squinched his eyes open and shut, then let them close completely. “Good pup,” she praised, sweetly caressing between his relaxed ears.

From Loren Coleman’s Cryptomundo website a new report on—get this—instead of werewolves, werefoxes were spotted in the
Free State
of
Wisconsin
. Mary Corsin rushed outside when she heard a large commotion in her chicken coop. The door was flung open. Three foxes were inside chasing her squawking, freaked out hens
.
Mary had her shotgun, took aim when one of the foxes suddenly shifted to, in her words, a small werefox, about three foot tall. It stood perfectly still, paws in the air. Thrown off stride Mary said she paused. In the meantime the other two foxes ran out the door, escaping with one of the hens

The werefox in her gun sights suddenly bowed, then grinned. Mary said she was so stunned and rather enchanted, she lowered her shotgun and even thought about inviting the creature to a chicken dinner. She swears the werefox winked at her, before shifting to a fox, and running out the door.

Mary admits to enjoying a hot toddy next to her woodstove before the crypto incident, but has provided proof from her chicken coop camera. Looks real to me, folks, but you be the judge.

“Jorque!”

Sedona whipped her head toward the cherub’s loud voice. He scowled, the picture of the possessive male. Astonished she gazed back down at the red dog. Lifting her hand from his head, she witnessed the smug smile in his dark eyes as he raised his head from her lap. “Jorque? That’s your name.”

Standing, Jorque fully stretched, yawned, then jumped down.

“You two know each other?” Sedona sarcasm lightly inquired. Crossing her arms over the falling blanket, she waited.

“Arf! Arf!” Jorque sat down, looking doggy adorable.

“A long-time buddy. Companion on this assignment. He was supposed to remain in his dog shape, but not ingratiate himself on your lap, be petted.” Volcano approached, glaring down at Jorque.

“Dog shape?”

“Less frightening than his humanoid shape.”

“Humanoid shape,” she parroted, a shocked sensation beginning in her gut. “Where did you go?” she asked to divert her shock, and to know.

“Your visionscape with the Special Agent. It was bait to you. Caused, then amplified by machine frequency. I entered, shut down the machine.”

“The Special Agent was supposed to appear sympathetic, like she wanted to help me.”

“Actually she is to a human degree, but her emotion is being used by the Dark Masters’ apprentices.”

“Oh, those sneaky Dark Masters,” she sang, making light of it for the sake of her own sanity. “What diabolical next?”

Volcano and Jorque gazed over at her, curious.

“What? It’s a human instinctive strategy not to run crazed over the nearest cliff, like a lemming. He is a cute handsome dog,” she spoke to Volcano, “if deceptive.” She didn’t say how much she enjoyed ‘petting’ Jorque. Apparently carnal cherubim weren’t above jealousy.

Maybe you couldn’t be carnal and not jealous? Sedona smiled gently. Waited. Instead a fairy-like blue beam whisked the cherub and the red dog upwards. She started to rise, was half way up when Volcano stood before her. Close before her, his purple silvery eyes glowing into her.

“Your friend?” she managed, shaky.

“Jorque had to return to the craft in that moment. Or we could have been discovered.”

Sedona fell backwards, and sat on the sofa with thump. Why fight gravity in this moment? “And we can’t just beam into LA, Scottie, like I think I mentioned before.”

“Right now we could be intercepted by their beam, held trapped. Like stasis, but awake. It has been used for endless torture.”

“No. Don’t want to go that route. I’ve had enough of endless torture here. Mind if I put some clothes on?” she asked, a delicate sarcasm.

“Why?”

His tone was pure curiosity.

“You have clothes on. I feel uncomfortable this way.” Hearing her words, she quickly amended. “And don’t take yours off!”

“You have a woman’s appetite for my nude body.”

Sedona frowned. “Aren’t we supposed to be listening to the radio, not relishing nudity?”

“Both?” he teased, grinning seductively at her.

“Carnal cherubs are insatiable?”

“Heaven’s rules.” He leaned over her. Before she could react he had pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Popcorn?”

Sedona blinked, captured by his luminous stormy gaze. “Manna butter?”

“The most nutritious kind.” Straightening, he pivoted toward the kitchen.

As she put her hand down on the sofa to rise, she felt something incredibly soft. Twisting rapidly, she stared at a bunny pink robe. “He must prefer pink.” Sedona picked it up, and stood, then slipped it on. “Fluffy, divine, amazing.”

You look amazing in pink,
he whispered to her mind. Sedona heard the popping corn, decided she wasn’t going to peer over his shoulder. Even if she was curious. She settled on the sofa.

It’s perfect. Or don’t look a gifting cherub in the mouth,
she gave him.

You can always kiss my mouth.

Lick your lips?
she perversely teased. Yet a chill of desire spiraled up her middle. Damn! She was tempting herself. With him.

Lick butter off your nipples?