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“Peppermint hot chocolate direct from Santa’s
Sedona giggled, a bit as he carried two mugs toward her, naked, a Rudolph nose on his brute’s tip. “Have a holly jolly Christmas,” she sang. “All you need is a wreath.”
“You’ve spoiled my Christmas surprise,” he pretended the complaint.
According to several listener reports we’ve received, there’s been another colossal explosion in
They’re reptoids. Take off those helmets and you’d see reptile faces, slit eyes, maybe like the ones in the movie, V—
“Makes me wish I had a Halloween reptoid mask.” Sedona sipped. “It does taste like Christmas magic.” She saluted him as he sat down beside her.
Probably just another false flag black operation to keep us scared. Wondering who’s out there waitin’ to attack us on the highway?”
“Now I might believe that one, if it wasn’t us.” Sedona tickled Aru’s belly when he playfully rolled over, chewing at the blankets.
Maybe they’re a sign from the Almighty, lettin’ us know we can hold on to our liberty, defeat the
“Like that one.” Sedona woggled the pup, then played with his muzzle gently.
“We’re only two hundred miles away from LA as the crow flies. If we leave now, the moonlit beach, then sunrise.”
“Alteration of plans, cherub?” Sedona picked up her mug, sipped more for comfort than anything.
“The sooner we leave, the less prepared the Wicked Witch and her evil monkey troops are to chase us. They won’t know we’ve flown away for about an hour.”
“Delay the killing fields.” Sedona’s heart plummeted.
“Once we’re close enough, I can make contact with Charlie Sheen, put his security people on alert. He owes me a favor.”
“You know him? I should know better than to ask how, but how?”
“Only a motorcycle rescue. No women involved.” Volcano grabbed his woman close.
“Why don’t I believe you, even if you are a cherub? Never mind.” She mock struggled against his hold. “The plan is to leave now, no more Bonnie and
“Buffy babe will have to wait for more kick-ass action.” Volcano fell on top of his woman, kissed her passionately, and soundly. He held her trapped beneath his body. She tried to glare at him, but her eyes were too pleasured.
“What about Aru baby?” Her hand daintily slid into his hair, and caressed.
“My manly black leather bag is all his for this trip,” he virile-joked. “Just his size.”
“What a wonderful cherub you are, sometimes,” she whispered, her heart beating for him.
“Sometimes?” he demanded, his eyes tornadic shining for her.
“It’s still too big. Your brute. And you’re going to make me…”
She didn’t finish, her breath rushed.
“Later,” he naughty whispered against her ear, “I’m going to make you wiggle, then thrust it very, very deep.” Volcano leapt up from her swiftly before she could retaliate in any way. He male-grinned. His brute stood huge, radiant. He backed away toward his garments, still grinning.
“I’d continue this conversation,” Sedona irately spoke, rising, “but evidently we have a world to save. Not to mention humanity itself.” She threw a pillow at him, watched it bounce off his chest harmlessly.
“Good aim, Buffy babe. Let’s ride. When you’re dressed, when your breasts stop wiggling,” he naughtily tossed, swiftly donning his cycle gear.
“Of all the carnal cherubs, in all the universe…you!” Sedona stepped into her pants, then slid her jacket on.
He laughed heartily and at the same time restored the cottage, as it had been. Squatting, he called to Aru, then picked up the pup. “Going for a ride,” he crooned affectionately, holding him up so their eyes met.
“Buffy babe is ready,” Sedona announced, mentally saying goodbye to the lovely cottage.
Handing Aru to her, Volcano mounted his cycle. He put the strap over his shoulder, so the large substantial bag hung on his back. Reaching back, he lifted the flap.
“In you go, darling.” Sedona placed Aru inside. “It’s okay. I’ll be right here.” Mounting, she petted the pup’s head, then put the flap down, leaving him an air gap.
“Ready for lift off into another dimension,” Volcano pilot-spoke, and raised their shield.
“Really?”
“Really. Can’t be detected until we emerge. Won’t affect our timeline since it will only be moments.”
“You know what you’re divine doing. I don’t.” She wrapped her arms around his waist. In the next second, they levitated upwards, into a white pearlescent light forming around them. Then they seemed to move forward. Suddenly they soared along a dark highway, dimly lit by the moon through the soupy haze. In the distance Sedona saw the murky outline of mountain peaks.
Mojave desert region,
Volcano telepathed.
Jet speed, foxy lady. We ride in silence for awhile.
In a flash they streaked to blur-fast flight. It was exhilarating even though Sedona couldn’t feel the wind, just the sensation as they furiously sped low over the ground through the vast desert night.
It was strangely peaceful. Like most babies Aru slept soundly. Over and over, she prayed for the protection of all innocents. Tiny tears slipped down her cheeks as the darkness whipped past her.
The eerie wails and yips of coyotes made her think of her spirit wolves.
She looked. A mighty wolf composed of moonlight and shadow raced beside them. Her soul thrilled. She sent him gratitude, then heard chanting, and drumming, as if she listened to some of her favorite American Indian music. The sacred pulsed through her like her own blood.
Sedona glanced skyward.
Goddess!
Three fantastic gorgeous ships flew in a v formation to the north of them, and flew in the same direction. They were cylindrical, shimmering brightly as celestial paradise birds, blue, yellow, red and green. In awe she watched them until they eventually disappeared over the far horizon.
Wild with excitement, she wondered if they were the Quetzalcoatl ships.
Dying to ask him about them, she kept her silence, and scanned the skies around them. Suddenly they veered from the highway, then soared upwards. Looking down below Sedona saw a steady flow of traffic headed toward the LA area, still gaudy with florescent lights. The sparse glisten of vehicle headlights gradually merged with the huge sea of vibrating sparkle that was the city. Beyond, what she assumed to be the
Behind,
he warned.
Sedona whipped her head around. Three glowing yellowish balls followed, gaining on them.
Think ‘pop’. Each one.
Sedona stared at one ball, focused, and thought ‘pop’. To her amazement it exploded. Quickly, she ‘popped’ the other two.
That’s using the ole’ noodle,
she triumphed.
Noodle?
Brain, head, lingo from the olden days. Holy moly! Do I think Mother Popcorn? James Brown.
Huge swarms of light balls hurtled toward them.
Yes.
Sedona thought a frenzy of popping. Little explosions sprayed everywhere, colliding with other balls like ping pong balls bouncing off each other. She kept ‘popping’, visualized herself making popcorn. The attacking balls fractured, their sparks ripping through the night around them.
You got them all, Buffy babe.
Dazed, she quickly glanced all around, then down below. The traffic had become heavier, and much slower, creeping along the city’s interior highways.
All roads lead to LA,
she quipped
.
All roads lead to Maya Toga Days.
I see it! The Kukulcan pyramid replica!
Later, babe. I promise.
Charlie Sheen?
Contact now. Watch the skies for me.
In the blink of a star, Sedona’s senses expanded in every direction. She could see for miles and miles.
Wow!
The late ’60s
Who
song reverberated through her euphorically, like sorcery.
Yeah, no problem, it seems.
“Dean Volcano! Is that you? I thought you flew the wings back up to the pearly gates.”
“2012 mission, Elvis Sheen. Earth angel on board. Black ops agents have gathered in your fair town and want your citizens as coup, as in counting.”
“Rounded up and rounding up the dark enemy as we chat. Seems they’re practically being hand delivered, or is that angel delivered?”
“Angel delivered just for you, because you’re such a ‘good boy’ in the eyes of our Lord.”
“Razz-ma-tazz, oh winged one. Descending among the mortals for a round of ‘oozo in the clouds’?”
“Descent in progress. Oozo after 2012 salvation. Your time, favorite lounge. With my angel.”
“Hey! Pull the wool clouds over my eyes, you’re not
the
Bonnie and
“Got a Federal Reserve bank job you want pulled off?”
“Hot ash damn, Dean Volcano.”
“Grab George, the NightHawk’s ear. Butch Volcano and the Sundance Angel will give him an interview, if he’s got radio space.”
“Sure as patriot shooting, I’ll fire over the message. Can I play your earthly agent elsewhere?”
“Thanks, Elvis Sheen, but no thanks. You got a real job to do. Gotta fly.”
Volcano cruised high above the city, then circled over the coastline.
Wow! Trippy.
The words were wholly inadequate, but it was all Sedona could manage, as her holographic vision of the sky lessened.
Wow. What a trip. Intense. Maybe that’s what LSD feels like.
Volcano chuckled, glided toward a secluded section of the half-moon silvered beach.
Don’t laugh. So I’m one of the few in my generation not to try it. Not to trip out, man,
she crooned like an archetype hippie.
You and Elvis Sheen are awfully chummy.
Motorcycle chummy, babe.
Volcano descended, then floated onto the beach. He settled inside a private cove, sheltered by rock.
“Baby Aru,” Sedona cooed as he peeked out. “Come on, I think it’s safe enough for a puppy romp.” She lifted his sleep warm body out of the bag. “Unless your daddy says it isn’t.”
Volcano lowered their shielding, then took the pup. “Stay close, fella,” he told him eye-to-eye, then set him down. Aru bounded off, found his spot. Pleased with the sand, he raced in small circles, sniffing everywhere.
Sedona dismounted, breathed in the sea-washed air, the volcanic ash not heavy. “A vast radiant beach, a cool jewel moon,” she whispered. “Jim Morrison,
The
Doors
. That’s what it looks like.”
“Do you think you’ll be the guy to make the queen of angels sigh,” he sang softly to her, reminding her. He slid his hand beneath her hair, and cupped her neck warmly.
“So you make an incarnated angel sigh,” she sassy whispered. “Oozo in the clouds?”
Volcano stroked down his woman’s back, lightly slapped her very curvaceous behind, reminding her. He caught her neck again, pure passion for her.
“Damn! Carnal cherubs are awfully carnal possessive,” she fiercely whispered, then frowned. But couldn’t take her eyes from the radiant dark waves foaming onto the beach, or take her gaze from the sky, the hint of dawn glimmering along a thin cloud bank.
“Oozo with cherub magic,” he seductive whispered, touched his lips to the rim of her ear.
“Make me wanton shiver, you wicked cherub,” she breathy whispered, then her eyes widened to the size of the saucer lights she was seeing far, far away, rising above the ocean horizon.
Sedona stared, quivered, her flesh goose bumps. “My god, it’s an invasion! Aru,” she called, and knelt swiftly, her gaze still on the hundreds and hundreds of flying saucers appearing over the horizon, in the grayish dark sky. Slowly the saucers sailed toward them. Wave after wave, the ships looked like a leviathan school of bright fish swimming in the atmosphere.
Volcano joyfully laughed, knelt beside her. “It’s a peaceful invasion.” He gathered Aru inside the circle of his arms. “I wanted you to see them arrive. 2012, final contact. Proof without a shadow government’s doubt. Most of our cosmic brethren are benign in nature. Willing to assist humanity.”
“I guess Black Ops can’t shoot them all down, can they?” Sedona let herself plop down, her bottom hitting the sand. She stared up with complete awe, feeling transformed within every particle of her being. “You could have given a girl a clue,” she murmured.
