Tuesday, February 22, 2011
New photo of 'English Nessie' ~ The Story Behind the Story
Howls and yowls of greeting, shapeshifter lovers, the past week has been a grand one for the paranormal, and spooky uh-oh stories. Some of the highlights are ~
1) The crystalline caves in Arkansas are ringing with energy... earthquake on the way? Or a higher vibrational state arriving... or both?
2) According to the renowned trends forecaster, Gerald Celente ~ trendsresearch.com ~ there is likely to be a *false flag* cyber attack that could take down the ATM bank machines.
3) 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...
4) 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. UPDATE: Some contend this happening because a new nasty mining practice.
5) From Yahoo News ~ Temperature swings 100 degrees in one week in Okla. town by Liz Godwin ~ Residents in the Northern Oklahoma town of Nowata experienced a stunning 100-degree shift in the weather this week after a cold front brought temperatures down to a record-setting -31 degrees.
6) The Stargate monument in Detroit’s Hart Plaza is said to be an ancient stargate that was dug up by black ops in Iraq, beneath the desert sands... it was cut in half and shipped to the US. For the entire story listen to William Henry’s current Revelations Radio show at UNKNOWN COUNTRY.
7) Merlin's prophecies reveal guidance from UFOs and aliens, state experts
Submitted by Dave Masko on 2011-02-17
EUGENE, Ore. – The new book “Merlin: Knowledge and Power Through the Ages,” by British research professor Stephen Knight offers a new translation of “The Prophecies of Merlin” that, among other insights about pre-Medieval England, says the wizard used UFO sightings and Alien visits to sure-up the Arthurian legend.
8) Apparently, there is an *ancient road beneath the ocean* from off the Florida coast that runs to the Mediterranean, and off the coast of Spain... Atlantis, anyone? According to a man who has seen them, the Navy took pictures of this road and a city sunk off the coast of Florida that somewhat resembles Aztec buildings.
9) New photo of 'English Nessie' hailed as best yet
Pictures of a mysterious creature surfacing from Lake Windermere have been hailed as the best ever sighting of the English Loch Ness Monster, or "Bownessie".
By Nick Collins 8:25AM GMT 18 Feb 2011
The photograph, which shows an object with three humps breaching the surface of the lake, is said to be the best evidence yet of what some claim is a monster lurking beneath the depths.
So, the curious among you may ask: What is the story behind the story? Well, let me tell you...
New photo of ‘English Nessie’ ~ The Story Behind the Story
Her grandfather glared down his prominent nose at her. A handsome nose, actually. His appearance was not elderly, but he owned that patriarchal air that demanded her respect.
“Really, Sivakka, what were you thinking?”
With a smile that usually enchanted him, Sivakka leaned forward in the throne chair and gave an insouciant shrug. Intentionally, she shook her head a bit rippling her waist length, seal-brown hair.
When his stern expression didn’t alter much, she sang, “I wanted to go for a swim?”
Usually patient, her grandfather frowned as he snapped the thick newspaper he held, then slapped the front with the back of his hand. Despising online news sites, he had everything printed out as if he still received a daily paper.
“I do look all too mysterious, don’t I?” Sivakka tried another winning smile, then hugged one knee.
Raising his brows ominously, her grandfather spread the paper between his hands, so she couldn’t miss the headline or the fuzzy, but revealing picture.
“New photo of 'English Nessie' hailed as best yet,” he repeated in a repressed growl. “Pictures of a mysterious creature surfacing from Lake Windermere have been hailed as the best ever sighting of the English Loch Ness Monster.”
His clipped enunciation left her in no doubt he’d already thought about a suitable punishment for her transgression. Inwardly, Sivakka prepared herself.
Okay, so she’d gotten away with her monthly swims. Up until now. Now, she’d have to pay the wickedly laughing piper. Just too bad she’d become riveted observing the underwater life, and hadn’t heard or felt the swift approach of the kayakers.
“It’s not simply this ridiculous cell phone photograph, granddaughter. Damn, the ubiquitous noisy invention. The satellite cameras are the real danger to us. To our kind.”
Sivakka sighed mentally. He was right. She didn’t bother telling him that she’d taken precautions against that type of surveillance. “Yes,” she hesitated, “our freedom is so restricted, I -- I...”
He paced then, nearly the full length of his library office, and Sivakka could feel the heaviness of his thoughts. The sadness of their plight overwhelmed his soul, and coursed through her.
Halting, her grandfather leaned on the fireplace mantle. “We cannot reveal ourselves yet,” he somberly intoned.
“I know. Not until the First Arrival.”
“These are perilous times, my beautiful granddaughter, for every living thing on our Mother Earth. We cannot help humanity, or any of our animal shifter brethren, if we are extinct.”
Folding her hands, Sivakka waited. His words were all too true. She lived with them daily. It was one reason Sivakka escaped by swimming until she became happily exhausted. In these perilous times, even skinny dipping as a human could get her tossed into the local jail.
After a swing of her hair, an attempt to alleviate her morbid thoughts, Sivakka shuddered inside. She wondered what good life was, if she couldn’t even live it.
As he turned to face her, her grandfather’s eyes luminesced, and a prism of colors swirled over the surface. “I have been remiss in protecting you. Perhaps, I am selfish. Your charming sweet company always brightens my day.”
When Sivakka started to speak, he raised his palm to stop her. “Now I must send you across the pond for your own protection, my darling girl. And, no, it will not be to stay with your Lake Champlain cousins.”
Puzzled in the extreme, Sivakka tilted her head. “Where then, dearest grandfather?”
He smiled, a mischievous gleam flashing his eyes. “You will recall meeting Dante, the werewolf biker we entertained for an evening of dinner, drink and rambunctious conversation.”
Sivakka felt her cheeks redden. For several months she’d fantasized about the rebellious alpha man, her erotic libido inspired beyond what she’d dared imagine before. Of course, once she’d learned of his true love for another, Sivakka had felt only compassion for him, and her yearnings ceased.
“Yes...of course, I remember. Why?”
“Dante has built an underground fortress deep within a forest in the state of Montana. He uses part of the structure for his Interspecies Pleasure Club.”
Sivakka knew her eyes widened, and likely rainbow-luminesced. “Pleasure Club,” she breathed out. She shivered at her core, as if she rolled on an ice flow while shifted to her leviathan kind.
“Yes, quite a den of iniquity, I understand. Of course, you may work for your keep in any manner you desire. However, I thought a serving wench would offer a timely and ideal life lesson. It would provide an opportunity to meet those of your youthful nature. Also, my darling girl, there is a lake nearby. One that is mostly hidden underground. If you are circumspect, you would be free to swim the sun-warmed waters, as well.”
Stunned, Sivakka couldn’t speak. She couldn’t move, either. It was if she’d capsized like a boat and floundered in stormy waters, helpless. In seconds, though, elation surged through her, battling this unforseen turn her in her life.
“Your necessities and wardrobe have been packed. You will leave at midnight, once the stargate has been activated --“
“I don’t understand,” she interrupted, “if it’s safe at Dante’s why aren’t you and...” Her words trailed away because she knew why, to her soul she knew why.
“We must remain. Our celestial brethren are depending on us.” Her grandfather spoke what they both knew. “Scotland, the Highlands, is the sacred meeting place, after all.”
“Grandfather.” Rising, Sivakka ran into his embrace.
“Do you want to know something I never told you?” her grandfather asked, long moments later. He rocked her gently, as he’d done often when she was a child.
“What?” she sniffled.
“I met your grandmother, the very light and love of me life, as you know -- when she was but a tavern maid.”
“He did,” her grandmother spoke from behind them. “The terrible, silver-tongued rogue. Why in one night he had me underskirts falling around me knees...”
“Shush, me love!”
Stepping back, Sivakka giggled at her grandfather’s thunderous brow, his pretense obvious.
“Have no worries.” Her grandmother stroked Sivakka’s long hair placing it over her shoulder, soothing her. “We are only a telepathic thought away, my beloved.”
HAVE A HAPPY SHAPESHIFTING DAY!
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~