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“Your picture is on the undernet,” the young woman explained. “Dad reads all your freedom posts.”
“Then we were destined to meet, Mr. BearFeather.” Sedona extended her hand up to him.
“Dave.” He warmly grasped her hand. A surge of energy flowed between them, nearly electric. For an instant she saw him as he was in the shamanic realm, where he appeared as a unity of bear and feathers and human in form, and stood surrounded by other such beings.
“Amazing,” she murmured. “Did you ask the wolves to help?”
“No, they help you. You’ve seen them individually.”
“Occasionally.”
She felt sad when he released her hand. “Your newest grandchild will be a girl. She will follow in your path.”
“Yes, I believed the spirit to be female, and kindred. Do you know her spirit name?”
“She prefers Bearcat, but she also feels like a princess.” Sedona smiled, grateful she could simply be herself for once, and say what she was divinely led to reveal without fearing the consequences. “You met her briefly during your last vision.”
“Hmm, briefly. A sprite bear cub. Eyes like her mother. Time to leave, my new friends. Follow my daughter, Donna MoonHawk and my nephew, Gary OwlBlade. I will speak with the Homeland Representative.”
“Thank you, Dave. Many blessings.” Sedona backed away, and smiled.
“Let true freedom ring,” he spoke her post title, then grinned. Turning his horse, he vanished into a mist portal.
Sedona blinked, then whirled around. “Wow.” She stared at a magnificent black horse where the cycle had once been. Next, she stared at Volcano, his garments now transformed to a flannel shirt, denim jacket and jeans. Before she could speak, her own garments had changed to a copy of his.
Swooping her up, Volcano placed her astride the black horse, then swung up behind her. He grabbed up the reins, and immediately they rode along a deer trail, following the slow lope of the mustangs.
“Explanation,” Sedona softly demanded, rocking with the horse easily, and rocking inside his embrace, rather delicious, except she wanted control of the reins.
“I sent the cycle ahead by portal. Comfortable, Sedona?”
“Comfortable, even though we’re on a saddle. Prefer bareback. You could give me the reins.”
“He’s my horse and only bonded to me. I don’t think he’d like that.”
“And how did your horse get here?”
“Same portal. One of my many cherub talents.”
“Does he have wings when he’s not on Earth?”
“No. But if you want a Pegasus, I’ll create one for you.”
“Now that’s a true seduction line if I ever heard one.”
“Yes, it is.”
Sedona sighed loudly. “Don’t you think this is kind of ridiculous? Is this what they teach you in cherubim school?”
“How to create your dream Pegasus? Yes, it is.”
His voice teased her, yet also held his guileless truth.
“Where? Not here. Timeline and all.”
“Our sanctuary.”
“Sanctuary? Our?”
“Where we will eventually reside on Earth.”
“I suppose that’s on a divine need-to-know basis.”
“Right now we have a long journey ahead.”
“Truthfully, Volcano, I’m too worn out for any kind of long journey. Way too worn out.”
“Lean on me,” he warmly and seductively invited.
“Like I am now?” she murmured. “What’s his name, your horse?”
“Translates to Magician. You would hear it as tones of sound.”
“The angelic tones I hear, sometimes?”
“Yes, Sedona.”
“Can you speak his name in tones here?”
“Not wise. It would be overwhelming. I can sing to you, healing sounds.”
“Why not? But no siren songs, if you know what I mean.”
“No siren song, now. Healing first.” Volcano crooned the tones he knew she needed, since he had her permission. He felt her radiant enjoyment, riding on his horse, as they gently galloped through a clearing toward a denser part of the highland fir forest.
“Magician is healing,” she murmured. “Used to have my own horses.” Sedona shoved the memories back down. It was just one more nightmare for her, and for everyone else existing beneath the evil that had devoured the
“Want to remember how to use one of your warrioress angel skills?” Volcano tempted, his tone also deadly serious.
“Warrioress angel skills, what the blasted heck are you talking about?”
Sedona straightened. “We’re in danger, aren’t we?”
“A drone has discovered us. Raise your palm, Sedona, destroy it.”
Without thought Sedona scanned above them. Seeing the glint, she aimed with her hand. Her intention fired as a flash of white light. The drone exploded, disintegrating into fine dust.
“That was fun.” she murmured. “Wow! But won’t they know?”
“The next time, destroy the drone and the data reception point. Listen with your psi sense, Sedona, you’ll hear it.”
She
listened
while they slowed to a walk on a rock ledge above a small ravine. A tiny buzz alerted her, then she felt the prick in her energy matrix, the invading drone the size of a wasp. Aiming, she visualized her light surging to the data point, then destroying. She fired. In her mind’s eye she watched the drone’s explosion, followed the streak of flowing whiteness. Suddenly electronics sparked, and smoked.
The operating tech’s expression registered pure shock.
“More fun.” She felt giddy inside. “But won’t they know where the drone surveilled?”
“Not if we destroy their entire data operation.”
“We?”
“Wait until we ride over this ridge and I’m all yours.”
Sedona frowned even though he couldn’t see her. She leaned with him naturally as Magician powerfully leapt up the ridge, slippery with loose rock.
“Good boy,” Sedona automatically praised, once they slowly moved down the back side of the ridge, toward an immense meadow of sparse grass.
Following the mustangs, Magician stretched into a long trot, then a ground-eating lope. They stayed along the fringe of the meadow, partially hidden by the old growth fir and pine trees.
“I’m all yours. Want a really good time?” he crooned suggestively, but lightly.
“If you mean further destruction, yes,” she grouched.
“Take my hand. Feel where you were. I’ll go with you.”
Her hand clasped to his, Sedona closed her eyes, sent herself flying back to the data operation. A crowd of personnel had gathered around the blackened equipment.
I am with you.
She felt him right beside her as she hovered, watching.
Think lightning. Think lightning shooting from your fingertips, sweeping through all the machines.
Sedona visualized, felt the first sizzle. Instantly lightning bolts sizzled from her into the surrounding machine banks. Waves of intense white light swept all around the room, his power joined to hers. Pops of explosion sounded one after another. Horrified screams rent the air as the personnel huddled together. Bursts of smoke streamed upwards, the last wisps of breath from dying equipment. Everything not destroyed went blank. Completely dead.
A woman strode into the room, surveyed the scene swiftly, then looked toward their direction. Volcano jerked them free, back to Magician’s back. They still loped, closing in on an aspen treeline.
“Special Agent Chokynkos, the woman,” he spoke.
“Could she see us?”
“She sensed a presence.”
“Well, this will be fun. Psi Ops after us.”
“They already were. Why make it easy for them?”
“Is that cherub humor?” she asked, since he’d said it with smug humor.
“We eliminated their ability to track us for awhile, even with psi viewing.”
“It was fun, amazingly fun.”
“Better than cycle jumping over Hummers?”
“Probably just as good. I thought we weren’t demonstrating the big power stick.”
“That’s only a tiny demo of our power capabilities.”
“If you say so. What else do we get to blow up?”
“Down, girl,” he teased. “Step-by-step explosives training.”
“Can’t keep a good woman down, once she owns the satisfying power of destruction.”
“Sedona Khali.” He stroked her with his murmur.
“Kali, Goddess of righteous destruction, one of her powers. Only I was using the pen is mightier than the police-state-sword angle. All I had to fight them with. That, and the enlightened mass consciousness overcomes evil strategy.”
“Sedona, your name – phoenix rising from the ashes?”
“Yes,” she delicately murmured. “It was so devastating, watching what they did, all those good people dying horribly. Or having to leave, disperse, lose their base of spiritual power. Lose
“I know. Why I’m here, Sedona.”
“To keep me happy with God, or Goddess
?”
“To keep you happy with yourself.”
“That’s a monumental impossibility, except by miracle.”
“I’m the cherubim for the job.”
“At least, you didn’t say man for the job.”
“You’ve been battling the Dark Masters psychically also.”
“Yes. Me and a lot of others, who shall remain nameless,” she admitted, then released a long breath. “I’m trying, although, it doesn’t seem to have been very successful. So far.”
“Successful, yes. To your satisfaction, no.”
“What does that mean?”
“Divine appearance is deceiving.”
“And no fun to live. I grew up believing in freedom. The Constitution. Bill of rights. Freedom for all. I never thought I’d be living through this Nazi sci-fi nightmare.” Sedona knew bitterness owned her voice. And sadness, anger, everything boiled there, a seething cauldron of disappointment, despair and desperation.
“When a good angel falls too hard,” he soothing whispered.
His obvious compassion had her biting back any retort, verbal or mental.
As they entered the sparse aspen forest, Donna and Gary slowed their mustangs to a resting walk, and navigated the faint trail. From the sun’s position, only a hazy glow, they traveled southward.
“My friend,
where I was headed when the van gave up the ghost. I should let her know.”
“You can’t, Sedona. It will only place in her danger.”
“I suppose so. Hopefully, she’ll just think I’ve expired my time on Earth.”
“Later, visit her in a dream. I’ll help.”
“My own helpful cherub,” she soft and sarcastic spoke.
“Yes, I am. Water?” He lifted a canteen before her.
“Thanks. You are helpful.” Sedona sipped—the water so pure, so good—she drank a lot.
“Divine water?”
“Straight from the Source.” he teased, taking the canteen, and drinking.
“Does Magician need a drink?” she asked.
“There’s a stream up ahead. We’ll consecrate and cleanse it, bring in the water spirit. Purify all their waters as our gift.”
“Good idea. But don’t they already perform those rituals?”
“Yes, why they have survived. But this will cause even greater sacred purity, and a higher awareness.”
“I’m all for that. What do you think, Volcano? Is there an ice age on the way, with all the ash around the planet?”
“The Mother Gaia is adjusting for her warming. The outcome is still in flux, but you know that, Sedona.”
“Nice to have someone to talk with, to verify. It’s my human side, so beautiful here. Why not stay?” she wistfully asked, even though she knew it was not destiny correct.
“Light shines where it’s needed.”
“Angels shine where they’re needed.” She did understand. “But I need a home.”
“Your home is with me,” he provided his simple knowing.
“A home with you in my bed,” she pointedly spoke, still reeling emotionally over his supposed desire for her.
“Our bed,” he tenderly insisted. “Clouds?”
“Clouds, real clouds?”
“Etheric clouds, but real. I’ll show you.”
“Don’t count on it, cherub.” Still, she settled back in his hold. “But it’s strange. I remember a nap I took after graduating from college. It was the oddest, most wonderful sensation in the world. I literally felt like I slept on clouds. It was so peaceful, so restful, just a floating on clouds. I’ve always wished that would happen again.”
“A love restoration from your guardian angels,
