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“And spoil all my cherub fun,” he naughty whispered. He sat next to her, letting Aru play in his lap.
“You couldn’t tell me,” she whispered later. Her soul felt as if the most radiant light poured inside. As if she had been lifted skyward on wings of light.
“All in the divine plan,” he enigmatic spoke.
“Won’t there be panic?”
“Joy juice, guaranteed to soothe the human beast. You feel it.”
“And I just thought it was my spiritual side. But it’s wonderful. An angel food cake with cherries and whipped cream high.”
“Bake for me, babe.”
“You’ll have to beg, cherub.”
“I’ll lick whipped cream off your cherry nipples, let you lick whipped cream off Rudolph’s cherry nose.”
“My god, the world is changing and you’re tempting me like sin with wicked whipped cream suggestions. Do you get punished in heaven?”
“My only punishment,” he intense, serious spoke, “would have been my failure to deliver you here. Right now. For this. Watch, Sedona. Watch what could only occur because you are here. Alive. An incarnated angel still alive on this blue marble planet, Earth.”
Everything, all sensations whirled and froze inside her, happening at the same time. In her mind’s eyes she saw herself filled with rainbow crystalline drops. Then in the dawn pink sky—the palest of pinks, fragile, glistening pink—something immense, shimmering, cloudlike hovered above the immensity of dark blue ocean, just above the ocean. Illuminated by the new sheen of day, it lifted higher, as if carried on thousands of angel wings.
“Goddess,” she whispered, enthralled beyond any feeling, any belief. “It looks like a cloud and crystal mountain floating toward us. A celestial ship?”
“The celestial ship overseeing Earth. From the beginning of Earth’s time. You don’t remember now, but once, you arrived on that ship.”
“A castle now. It looks like a castle of clouds and crystal wands, the size of a mountain. It’s so extraordinarily beautiful, words could never do it justice. It is familiar, familiar to my soul. But wholly unfamiliar to my senses.” Aru nuzzled his way on to her lap, and tumbled playfully, nibbling at her fingers.
“Not everyone will be able to see it, Sedona. Some will see only a fraction of it, crystalline parts of the ship as it passes over them. But they will hear the angelic choir, the golden tones singing inside them, above them. The harmonies will raise them toward a greater divine path. A renewed spiritual vision.”
”I feel a golden serenity,” she lyrical sang. Transfixed utterly, she absently played with Aru, and kept him cuddled close. She lived in the spectacular wonder of the moment, yet still wondered. “But that won’t eliminate all the evil, will it?”
“No. It is our victory, Sedona, for Gaia Earth, for humanity. For their higher spiritual awakening. For the awakening of all Beings in the Earth vibration.”
“Anything for the angelic cause,” she muttered. “Isn’t that right, Aru? Cute, adorable baby?” The pup grabbed her hand, talked a low sound. “That’s my baby. He can sing too. Is this the fifth age of the Hopi?”
“Celestial age technically, it’s the sixth age of Earth, an opportunity to join with all the Star Peoples, to fly and explore among the stars.”
“To fly and explore the inner and the outer stars,” Sedona tingled euphoria, a sense of profound well-being. “Space, not just for the black ops elite anymore.”
“Equal opportunity enlightenment for those who seize it. Those who want it.”
“We all get a ride into space, if we seize the grand opportunity. Not because we have to escape a toxic-poisoned planet, hopefully. But because we belong, humanity belongs. And we have a home to come back to, where we belong, Earth. Our most beloved Earth.”
“Home, Sedona. Our home,” he crooned his heart.
“Castle tremendous,” she whispered. “A mythical fantasy of shining mist and crystal. We’re not going aboard, are we?” Sadness filled her, even as it seeped into the sand, disappearing from her.
“No. Our frequencies would be altered too severely.”
Sedona let out a sighing breath, her enchantment high and fierce. “Dean Martin Volcano?” she remembered.
“James Dean Volcano. Did you want me to croon a golden tune? Martini in hand?” he lightly teased.
“Not my romantic style, cherub. Although you’d look good in a tux, leaning on a grand piano.” Her breath whooshed inward. “Now it looks like an ice rainbow city composed of sacred geometry.”
“The saucers are over
She listened to his voice, virile and reverent. Then she heard the cacophony of hailing shouts. The great human storm of greeting rising up, the waves of cheering wild screams, an exuberant tremendous symphony of truth, of knowing. Of hope. Hope renewed.
Sedona soared within. “The truth shall set you free.” She caressed the words.
“The truth you have devotedly prayed for, it is occurring, Sedona. Everywhere.”
“The truth a lot of us have prayed for, given our lives for,” she spoke as the celestial ship gradually moved closer, as the golden harmonics toned through her. “Magnificence beyond bearing,” she whispered as the human symphony in
“Miracle,” she reverently whispered. “Miracles.”
She remembered when miracles had been the very stuff of her heart, her soul, her spirit. She remembered when it had ended in her life. When miracles ceased to be the star stuff of her dreams. When she had become so beaten down she didn’t care anymore. Couldn’t care.
“Are they rejuvenating the atmosphere?” she wondrous asked.
“We are all rejuvenating the air, the winds, the Earth. Yes, miracles, my Sedona, and more miracles to arrive. But it won’t happen in a day. The renewal is a long process. It is for humanity to achieve their miracles, as you spoke.”
“But with more divine and space brethren help now.”
Aru lay quietly in her lap, looking upward at the celestial ship, a behemoth sparkling grandeur moving closer and closer.
“Want a convenient cherub head rest?” Volcano invited his woman. He patted his chest as he laid back to watch the ship pass directly above them.
“Better than sand in my hair,” she dryly teased. She scooched back to him, not disturbing Aru.
“Comfy?” he sweetly mocked, then played with strands of her fox-red hair.
“For a cherub, but then, how many cherubs have I tested out?”
“There will be no testing out of other cherubs.”
“Is that the real reason we’re not going aboard? Who would have thought a cherub could be so jealous?” she needled him, gazing upward. The crystalline geometric phenomenon moved like a languid cloud above them. Her heart and her blood pounded ecstatically.
“Neither one of us wants the other to test out another,” he solemnly stated the truth, then caressed his palm over her head, down her hair.
She didn’t bother denying that truth. Entranced, she lay, feeling his heartbeat, watching a mile of crystalline glorious shapes, magically glistening above them, so joy-heavenly, she yearned, yearned with all her spirit to rise up, and return.
Dreamily mesmerized, a strange sense of belonging washed over her. Of home. The splendid harmonies of home. Tears fell from the sides of her eyes. Tears of profound happiness, tears of profound sadness. Until the celestial ship passed, leaving the azure spectacular sky above them.
“It’s not over here, is it?” she fragile whispered.
“No, Sedona. It is beginning. The truth, the living of truth upon Earth. That’s where Butch Volcano and his Sundance Angel enter on stage left, like your Snagglepuss.”
Sedona chuckled a little at his usage. “Maybe baby Aru needs a pink mountain lion playmate. Would you like that?” she cooed, woggling the pup as he rolled over playfully, his paws up. “I don’t know though. Two babies to take care of– ”
“His daddy will consider it. Right now, I’m showing my foxy lady the sights.” His hand drifted through her hair sensuously. “The one and only parade of feathered serpents,” he tempted. “Then the Kukulcan pyramid. Xanuvvi, the dragon leader, will meet us at the top.”
“I just remembered. He’s a water dragon. Isn’t this the Chinese year of the water dragon? He doesn’t dine on darling baby puppies, does he?”
“Never. He prefers water lilies. Synchronicity, my stubborn incarnated angel, is the sacred province of the Seraphim,” Volcano crooned velvet. “If you smile at him, pet him again, he’ll fly us over to George, the NightHawk zone for our radio debut. You know you want it,” he badly teased his woman.
His woman ignored it, except–
“Want what? The petting or the radio interview?” she evenly returned.
“You want to pet Xanuvvi,” he teasing asserted. “You want to be interviewed for the sake of helping humanity. There’s a tiny thrill in the pit your human stomach.”
“Butch Volcano and the Sundance Angel ride the blue water dragon, sort of help save the world again. For all of us, dragons included.”
“Sort of?” he gently scolded. “You know better, Sedona. Truth, remember. I can feel my hand on that delectable rump of yours already. Get up, my woman, get ready to ride, or baby Aru will have to see you spanked.”
Sedona sat up swiftly. Moriah, Aru’s spirit wolf mother waited, female wisdom shining in her eyes. Sedona kissed the pup’s muzzle, then set him down. “Be a good boy. Go play close by with your wolf mom.”
Sedona whirled, poked her handsome cherub in the chest. “Now you! What did you say?” She leapt astride his loins. “Get that big bright brute up,” she commanded. “Get ready to give a real woman a real ride.” Tauntingly she eyed him, fiercely she rocked herself on him. On his huge engorging brute. She watched his gaze fondle her swaying breasts as she carnal rode his loins.
Volcano grabbed his woman’s foxfire tresses, forced her mouth to his. Roughly he kissed her luscious lips, kissed her until she gave him her wildest passion, her mouth fire-demanding his. “Wiggle, Sedona,” he growled, ruled, holding her down to him by her gorgeous tresses.
“Like this,” she taunted, and dared. She wiggled. Their eyes flared, blazing into each other.
Volcano gripped his woman’s haunches, shoved her pants down to her knees. Opening his pants, he brought his woman onto his cock’s head. “Deeper and deeper,” he thrust his voice into her. He thrust into his angel woman, his angel woman! She was cosmic satin hot for him.
Sedona whimpered ecstatically. Powerfully he plunged into her, took her. Rocked her so strongly, so forcefully, all she could do was shut her eyes, and ride him. Then undulate with him and let him have her. She savored him, the way his brute rocked between her thighs, and into her over and over, so deep inside her, and so enormous
. The bliss of her orgasm coiled up her belly, tingled her breasts to wanton.
She cried out her savage bliss. For him. He captured her lips, and kissed the bliss from her, then gave her his. He rocked them into an infinity of rapture where time ceased.
My angel woman,
he adored her in their infinity world.
Volcano,
she adored, her heart cracking open for him.
She collapsed on top of him. Tenderly he raked his fingers through her hair, her long fire-rinsed hair. He listened to her body, her spirit hum with their rapture.
“It’s still too big,” she murmured, languid with their glow.
He rumbled a laugh, and rubbed her back softly.
“But don’t take it out yet,” she slowly, softly spoke. “It hurts good.”
Volcano seized her bare bottom with both hands. Joy seized him, brutal joy. “I want you in a toga, woman,” he growled.
She was silent a moment, draped on him, and unmoving. “Wearing a toga? Or put the toga on and you stick it in—”
He slapped her bottom smartly. She squealed, delightfully wiggled all over him. “Both. Now that you point out the error of my vocabulary.”
“Hungry,” she complained. “Your naughty brute wears me out. I’ll bet Aru is hungry.”
“I’ll bet he is since he’s sitting, watching us. Licking his chops.”
“He’s not supposed to see this. He’s too young!” His woman jerked upwards, looked highly indignant. He gripped her waist, eased her from his happy shiny brute. She tried to pull up her pants and ended up falling on the sand beside him. “Don’t you dare laugh too hard,” she giggled.
“When good angels fall their cherub always picks them up,” he mock serious spoke. Leaping up, he offered her his hand. Their gazes locked, dreamy, savagely locked. He pulled up his woman. His angel. Then he pulled up her pants.
“Their cherub better pick them up, if he knows what’s good for his carnal hide,” she haughty queen affected. “Aru darling,” she called. She lifted up the eager pup as he ran to her. “Breakfast somewhere. Your raunchy cherub daddy is going to provide for us.”
“Breakfast,” Volcano agreed, kissed his woman. His elation threatened to blow him into star glitter particles. “Maya Toga Days here we come,” he sang his being. He mounted the cycle, hummed it into being. “Holding Aru, babe? Or do we bag him?”
