Autumnal Equinox 2020 Forecast: The coming dark of Fall, a time for harvest, of preparing for winter's harsh ways. This is also a time to connect with your deeper Divine self, thus to harvest the new wisdom gained throughout this tempest-tough year. And as always, connecting with the Divine Force is needed sustenance for your eternal soul.
Given their recent in-depth conversation about his supernatural status and her otherworldly parents, Big D spoke plain. "It's a ranking in one of the celestial realms. You are both uniquely human and Divine in nature. A high ranking. Few beings achieve that level," he paused, studying her face for how to proceed, then explained. "That balance of living in the third dimension and in the heavenly realms."
"Oh," she softly breathed out. "That does seem to explain certain experiences, feelings. Some abilities I have."
When she looked directly at him, her gaze fired golden light into his eyes. "You ought to know, since you live here--in this somewhat primitive third dimension."
Enjoyin' her inner power immensely, Big D smiled. "We immortals play, live, operate in the various material realms. More than what are called the celestial realms."
Thoughtful, keeping her gaze locked on him, Sondi moved closer. "I don't think I'm very connected to the celestial realm...right now. It's too hidden from me. There are blocks," she added as he raised his brows.
Big D offered, "It could be a protection measure. Hide you from the darkside players. If you don't realize who you are, they won't know either."
"Could be." She shook her head as if to clear cobwebs, then favored him with an impish smile. "Let's go shopping. I don't want to think about it anything else now. I need some fun time."
"Me too. We've both been puttin' in the long hours." Big D stepped to the side, and gentlemanly opened her door.
"It's become a ranch tradition decorating for the Fall Equinox." Big D strode toward the passenger door of his nineteen sixty-six Fleetwood Cadillac. "We like honoring the change of season."
"How many cars do you have?" Sondi halted in midstep. Her gaze roamed appreciatively over the grand, limousine-style Cadillac. "I haven't seen this one."
"I'm gonna keep surprisin' you, Sondi." Big D spoke teasingly.
"Cool color. Sort of a pale champagne gold. Almost matches that Stetson your wearing today...Mr. He's All Hat." Sondi matched his teasing tone.
Enjoyin' his view of Sondi as she slipped onto the large seat, Big D didn't get the door fully shut before her dog rushed inside like a dang coyote on the run. The Pharaoh hound neatly landed on Sondi's lap.
"Tia, what are you doing here?" she gently scolded. "You're supposed to be staying with–"
"It's okay, Sondi," Big D interrupted. "She's well behaved. Tia can come with us."
"'l'll get her leash."
"We can get one easy enough at the shops. Several have dog supplies."
"Okay...if you say so. You're still naughty, Tia." Big D heard as he closed the door, then strode to the driver's side. The dog was exceptionally well-mannered even though she was darn independent-minded, too.
In the plus column, Tia had taken a strong liking to him. And Big D knew the rescued Pharaoh Hound was almost neurotic in protecting Sondi.
"She wants to be included." Sondi stroked Tia's smooth head.
"Well, I guess so," Big D drawled, amused. "Keep being a lady, Miss Tia, and I'm happy to include you."
"You're spoiling her too much," Sondi bantered. "And me."
You have no idea, my darling woman, how much I want to spoil you.
In high spirits, Big D turned the ignition key. The Caddy purred elegantly, ready to rule the surface road, then the miles' long tunnel that led directly inside the Pleasure Club, and into the enormous, three-levels garage.
Taking a chance, Big D lightly teased, "Want me to stop?" He rolled toward the ranch's road. Accelerating, he sped over it, the ride slick as hog's grease.
"No..." she thoughtfully answered moments later. "No, not really...I'm starting to, to like it."
"I sure do appreciate your honesty, Sondi." Big D spoke in a neutral tone. With his gaze focused on the road, he increased their traveling speed.
"I've never had such a comfortable ride. I have to admit." Sondi stroked the dashboard briefly. "What's her name?"
"She is classy, no doubt it."
Big D honked his horn a couple of times acknowledging his crew of range riders. Several teenage cowboys were with them learning the ropes. "Music, Sondi?"
"Not unless you're in the mood, Big Hat Man. The sound of the car, the wind...this is great." She cracked her window, placing her hand outside.
Big D figured he'd surprise Sondi later with his fire-red convertible. Yep, on a bright Indian Summer day before winter's cold blew into Montana.
"I checked on all the pregnant mares early this morning. They're doing fine," Sondi informed.
"Yup. Jake called the house, tellin' me you'd made the rounds."
"Lolita will probably give birth in two days. Her foal is a colt." Sondi pulled her hand back inside, leaving the window open a bit.
"A colt you say. Well heckfire, I couldn't be happier. Daddy stud will be prancin' around like it's all his doin'."
"I'll give him the message." Big D wisecracked.
"Yeah, you do that," she shot back.
"You didn't happen to psi-see the colt's coat color?" he needled, his tone good-natured.
"Nope. So sorry to disappoint." Sondi flipped her fiery gold hair, a bit defiant.
Big D caught the small display of temper from the corner of his eye. He grinned bigtime. Dang, oh yeah, just what I want in a woman. Spirit.
"You know I'm just funnin' you." Big D slowed as they passed the neighbor's valley ranch. "Look to your right, Sondi."
"Oh wow! Looks like a Medieval faire, a re-enactment." Excitement and longing filled her voice. "Look at those gorgeous gowns."
"Lot of folks here in the Peak are downright fond of that time period. Phoenix and Claire, the owners of this spread, are always hosting Medieval feasting events, and outdoor games."
"Really?" Her excitement spun around him.
"Yep, wait a hot minute. I dang well forgot, Sondi. It's Medieval Princess Days here in the Peak."
"Warhorses?" Sondi's gaze could have been glued to the side window.
"Breeds that were once used by Knights of the Realm." Big D snapped his gaze back on the road. "Such as the destrier, coursers, and rounceys. All of them called chargers."
"Oh, that's right. The chargers. I don't see any jousting, though. Only a spectacular fantasy Medieval Princess gathering. Wonderful..."
Big D removed his foot from the accelerator, giving Sondi a longer look at the feasting revelry. "The jousting is usually held at their castle, hidden in the Rocky mountains."
"Castle?" Sondi sounded bewildered. "A real castle?"
"Too cool. Old world castles here?"
"Yep, Sondi. Long, long ago this area was home to a very ancient race of good and wise Druids. As they are known in these times."
"Wow...I keep saying wow. But wow. I've intuitively sensed that very ancient past—as you just explained."
Big D heard Sondi's authenticity. Her words were not hollow appeasement.
Given they'd passed the Medieval gaiety, Big D punched the gas pedal. "I'll wrangle us an invitation to the jousting games if you want, Sondi."
"Please, please. You know I would love, love the horses. And I love watching jousting events. Huzza!"
"Yes, every chance I got. I absolutely adore Medieval type gowns—" Sondi stopped her words. "I'm sorry...I'm, I'm not asking...I don't mean to..."
"Hey!" Sondi jumped in her seat. "That looks like a dragon. Flying toward the Medieval party. I can't see it that well." Puzzlement owned her voice. "But it does look like a small golden dragon. I swear."
Well hell, what do I say to that? Sure enough, one of Claire's little dragons had flown by them. "Might be a drone that someone built to look like a dragon. Fantasy role play is big here. Like you know, Sondi."
He followed the point of Sondi's finger, then quickly looked straight ahead.
Keina, in her Pegasus form, with Drev astride her—they flew high in the blue Montana sky...most likely on their way to Phoenix and Claire's feast.
"That's not a drone," Sondi asserted. "Definitely not a drone."
"No, it ain't." Think fast. "Hologram," he uttered. "The science geeks here sure do like playin' with that technology." He wasn't lying about that.
"I...I guess so. Sure does look realistic. Amazing. What a gorgeous, wing-sparkling Pegasus."
Not to be too obvious, Big D gradually upped their speed. "You know, Sondi, there could be a Medieval Princess Days celebration happenin'—several actually—inside the Club."
"Oh, that would be a fantasy come true."
Pure giddiness. Her vibes swamped him, alright. Good Lord, he loved it.
"A celebration with feasting. We could get you a gown. Get me outfitted."
"Wow...what do I say. You got me, Big Hat Man. I can't refuse...your, your generosity."
"That is so super-holographic cool," Sondi enthused. "I can't get over how perfectly disguised these entrances are."
"Yep, gotta have advanced tech to protect our territory from the big-league bad boys and girls."
"Tia, it won't be long." Big D switched on an interior light.
"Thanks. See, you're okay, Tia girl."
Big D knew Sondi stroked the dog, soothing her.
Chasenna, one of the Pleasure Club hostesses, appeared on screen. Autumn's bounty decorated the roomy station where she and the other hostesses directed everyone to their desired shop, restaurant, nightclub, or activity—anything and everything happening at the Interspecies Pleasure Club.
"What can I help you with today, Big D?" Chasenna's gracious smile warmed him to his very core.
"Good to see your lovely countenance again, Chasenna. Medieval Princess Days, where is it being celebrated? Oh, and the nearest pet supply shop from my personal parking space."
Within moments, Chasenna flashed the information onto his screen, then embedded it in his computer system. "Anything else, Big D?"
"Huzza!" He grinned in a charming manner. "Thanks, sweetheart."
As Sondi reached for the print out he'd initiated, her curiosity smacked Big D like a tall ocean wave. "What a list. Do I say wow again?"
Big D let time race ahead before asking, "What looks good?"
"Horses." Her joy was palpable. "At the Dream Wishes, in their small arena they're
offering rides to all Medieval Princesses. With pictures and video, of course."
"Perfect. I'll get us a reservation." His gaze not wavering, Big D entered the info on his pad beneath the monitor. "The chow is dang tasty too. Best turkey legs in the Peak."
"Yum. I haven't had one in ages...it seems like."
"You know, Sondi, Dream Wishes uses two of my son's dressage-trained Andalusian horses for these type of events."
"Rory has the most gorgeous, gorgeous horses. No doubt."
Big D heard Sondi's soul-deep yearning. He'd already promised to get her one soon as the right horse was available.
"Now that's a matter of contention, Sondi," he teasingly rebuked. "I say mine win the beauty contest."
"Can't argue, Big Hat Man. I love your horses, you know that. And they are exceptionally beautiful. It's all personal preference, though."
"We'll visit Rory again. Just too many emergencies that need tendin' to these days."
"That's for certain." Sondi audibly sighed. "Too many good people need help. And I want to help them as much as we can."
"So far, our food distribution operations are goin' great guns. We get more recruits outside the Peak's borders everyday."
"It is going great guns as you say." Hope soared Sondi's soft voice. "I say thanks everyday for that."
Wanting to lighten the mood, Big D changed the subject. "Why don't we get Tia one of those fancy tapestry collars?"
"Like the wide ones you see on greyhounds and whippets mostly?"
"Yep." He had her full attention, alright.
"Oh, Tia, you would look so beautiful, so elegant." The Pharaoh Hound gave a happy yip-yip.
"I think she agrees." Sondi laughed, carefree for the moment.
He slowed, easing the Cadillac toward a ramp that would take them to the Pleasure Club's multi-layer parking complex.
"Won't be long now," he announced. "You know, Sondi, there are pet exercise areas. So no worries No worries," he added, speaking to Tia. The dog answered with a growly yip.
"You're speaking her language now." Sondi giggled.
"The sweet edge to life," Big D spoke his thoughts. "Do you know why I prefer a 1950's lifestyle?"
"No. I wasn't alive then. Why?"
"Don't get me wrong. There were harsh realities. Like now. But there was a sweeter edge to life back then." He paused, reminiscing a bit. "Lot of folks were more neighborly, kinder to each other."
"Like some of the black and white TV shows I've watched. Leave It To Beaver," she offered.
"I had a special fondness for The Roy Rogers Show. He was one of the singing cowboys. Yep, Roy, his palomino horse, Trigger. Of course, Dale Evans and her horse, Buttermilk. And can't forget, Bullet was his German shepherd dog."
"When I was upset as a kid, Mom would often play an episode of Roy Rogers." Sondi softly crooned, Happy Trails to you..."
Big D sang the words, mightily enjoying himself. Then spontaneously, together they joined voices, singing, Happy trails to you, Until we meet again, Happy trails to you, Keep smiling until then...
As they cruised down the ramp nearing the parking garage's large, horseshoe-shaped entrance, Sondi intoned, "The good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful. Now the Great Revealing intensifies and plays out on the world stage. Good versus evil is the only Global game for many years to come."
Silence took control of Big D for several moments. "The Celestial Blood Princess speaks."
"I guess so," she murmured.
"Very bad wrong," he stated, "as the fireman prophet recently said. Yep, the Grand Awakening is here on planet Earth. The Judgement Day for the evil ones is upon us."
"Yes." Sondi ever so gently touched his forearm. It was as if a lightning bolt surged up his arm and into his eternal being. Wow. Hell yeah!
"You know," she continued, her tone contemplative, "there's dealing with your shadow side, facing it. I think it's now time for all of us to face and then embrace our Light Side."
"Yep, the real power of the human race." Big D took a chance, enfolding her hand inside his briefly. He praised all that was Divine that Sondi didn't object.
"In this world..." she hesitated, "Most of us have been so suppressed, so terribly oppressed by the current schizophrenic culture...in fact, I believe we've intentionally been trained to ignore our Good side, our Light—while at the same time, we're encouraged to be our best, to be our Good Side. I think, think...it's all to keep us down, keep humanity down."
"I know what you're saying, Sondi." At a slow crawl, Big D approached his parking spot. "Those on the darkside, the darkside here and in the Grand Universe, they are tryin' like all hell to conquer Earth. Truth is, these demonic-like beings are damn desperate and damn afraid of the human race. Always have been, in fact."
Big D stopped his words, reflecting. "They're like scared trembling rabbits in deep winter when the wolves howl their hunger. That is, scared of humanity's true potential."
Once he'd parked the Caddy, Sondi reached out squeezing part of his hand for several instants. "I feel what you're saying intuitively...yes."
Big D rejoiced, a besotted son of a gun.
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