While the Soleis traveled as slowly as possible, the Eos was moving as quickly as it could. So fast sometimes, Meg wished that it would slow down. Like Stryker, she didn’t like ships either, and for many of the same reasons. Mostly, she hated the rocking and rolling. No matter what she did, she constantly felt sick. Everyone tried to help. But nothing they suggested worked for her. Finally, after watching Meg suffer and grow weaker each day, Tarek gave her permission to transform into a raven and fly along with them. Sometimes Wren and Silke joined her, and watching them circle and swoop above the ship made everyone feel better. It felt so glorious that Meg almost didn’t care that turning into a raven was the only thing she could shapeshift into now. And at night, and in the dark, she couldn’t do anything at all. She was no longer the shapeshifter that she had once been. Now she wasn’t sure what she was. But at least it seemed as if she was useful. Although she had been told what happened on Lopel, she had no memory of it. The last thing she remembered was standing with the rest of the rebels, supporting the Mages. They were cloaking every person on the Islands to hide them from the Warrior Monks and Sawdi. The next thing she knew, she found herself lying on a cot in the main room, covered in blankets, and surrounded by her friends. The story they told was hard to believe. She had been enveloped in fire. Karn pushed her into the circle of Mages. Then a beam of light shot out from her into the sky, turning the Warrior Monks away. Read Discovered, the third book in The Chronicles of Thamon , and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. READ and LISTEN anywhere you buy your books and audio.
Shifting Stories: Sampling Books, One (or 2) Chapters at a time. Your imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions. —Albert Einstein Now that you have the basic tools, are you ready to get started? Each week has a different focus, but the imagination exercises each day will remain mostly the same. Try not to get behind, but if you do, it’s okay. This is not a race. The turtle always wins because it stays focused. If you get your rational mind out of the way when you start these exercises, you can complete each day’s assignment within five to ten minutes. Don’t worry. Let go. Imagine. Be like the White Queen! “I can’t believe that!” said Alice. “Can’t you?” the Queen said in a pitying tone. “Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.” Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” Every day we are going to be like the White Queen. She was quite the Imagination Master, wasn’t she? She was continuously trying to get Alice to become an Imagination Master, too. In this passage from Alice In Wonderland, the White Queen gives Alice a task. Imagine six impossible things before breakfast. So we are going to follow her advice but do it differently. We are going to imagine seven impossible things every day for the next seven weeks. Except, it doesn’t have to be before breakfast, or even all at one time. You can fill out your daily imagination forms as you go through your day, or all at once. Whichever way works best for you. Personally, I like to sit down first thing in the morning and write out everything that comes to mind. When I allow my thoughts to flow, not judge them, I can complete this assignment within five minutes. Perhaps it will take you longer at first, but pay attention. Is that part of yourself being like Alice and saying, “I can’t believe that.” Remember we are not trying to be rational or use our intelligence, we are imagining! By the way, here’s how you can tell if you are in your rational mind as you do this. When what you are writing doesn’t feel impossible. Or it feels as if everything you imagine is stupid. Or silly. Or a waste of time. Come on, let go. Keep listening and reading ... Find the Imagination Mastery audio and book everywhere you buy books or audio! Imagination Mastery Now available WHEREVER you want to buy it. Click to find Imagination Mastery at your favorite Book Store
An evil tyrant. A rebellious uprising. Will her destiny prevent total destruction… or send everyone to their doom? Her gift of shapeshifting may have disappeared, but Meg Porta won’t let her new home perish. Clinging to a slender thread of hope, she’s forced to fulfill her mysterious part in an ancient prophecy. But when the three leaders of a dark religion each make violent plays for ultimate power, Meg and her allies are plunged into a race to destroy the source of their magic. Sailing hard from the rebel islands to be the first to reach the remote mountain location, Meg can’t shake the feeling she’s about to repeat a terrible mistake. But with a powerful genius leading an army of undead warrior monks intent on taking her down, she’ll have to seize her foretold place in history or face total obliteration. Will Meg claim her fated role and save the world from falling to malevolent tyranny? Discovered is the third book in the fast-paced Chronicles of Thamon fantasy series. If you like daring heroines, twisted tyrants, and selfless sacrifice, then you’ll love Beca Lewis’s gripping tale Read Discovered, the third book in The Chronicles of Thamon , and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. READ and LISTEN anywhere you buy your books and audio.
Shifting Stories: Sampling Books, One (or 2) Chapters at a time. I choose, therefore I am. —Amit Goswami, The Self-Aware Universe I wanted to change the world. But I found that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself. —Aldous Huxley We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.—John F. Kennedy At the end of each week, I have included a chance to do an I Choose sheet. If you feel no resistance at all to what you have discovered you want, then you could skip this step. However, that is not likely, is it? It is our resistance that keeps us stuck. Sometimes that resistance is so apparent we are well aware of it. Other times, it hides in the shadows, and we only know it’s there because of the symptoms of lethargy, anger, and discouragement, to name a few. I could spend a long time talking about resistance, but instead let me send you to Steven Pressfield’s book, The War Of Art. Although he is talking about resistance in terms of an artist, it applies to every one of us, all the time. So, let’s assume that you have some resistance to living a better life, whether it is buried or noticeable. Doing this extremely simple-to-do I Choose exercise works what others might call miracles. One of those miracles happened to me many years ago. My husband had left and I had no idea that was going to happen. I came home from a trip and he was gone. I had no idea what to do. All my get up and go, had got up and left, too. I was struggling to pay bills, feed my family, and support a home that I had just purchased. I loved that house. I can still walk through it in my mind and tell you everything that was there because I designed the whole thing to be exactly how I wanted it to be. I knew that I needed to sell it because I couldn’t afford the payments, but I resisted that idea until one day my oldest daughter, who was in her last year of high school said, “Mom. Sell the house. You have no other choice.” I knew she was right. I had to do it. So I put into practice all the things that we are talking about in this book. Keep listening and reading ... Find the Imagination Mastery audio and book everywhere you buy books or audio! Imagination Mastery Now available WHEREVER you want to buy it. Click to find Imagination Mastery at your favorite Book Store
A Metaphysical, visionary, fantasy, adventure: “Open up, Hannah,” Beru urged me as we ran. “Accept the help that is being offered to you. Breathe it in.” I was panting so hard I had no breath to ask her what she meant by help. I was nearing my last ounce of energy, and neither Beru nor Ruta seemed tired at all. They definitely knew something I didn’t know. “You don’t know what I am talking about?” Beru asked. Up ahead I heard Ruta snort in derision. He was right. I was more than useless. I shook my head. No, I didn’t know what they were talking about. “Feel it, Hannah, just as you did before you came here. Feel the forest. Feel the ground beneath your feet. Feel what they have to give you. Reach out. Let them in.” Then Beru, sweet little Beru with the beautiful face, yelled at me, “Do it. Do it now!” I gasped in surprise and felt a bolt of energy rush in. I was no longer running on my own. I was moving with the forest, not through it. I don’t know how long we ran. I lost all sense of time and surroundings. The forest around me blurred into a tunnel of green that flowed back the way we had come. In front of me, I could see Ruta moving, no, gliding, almost as if he wasn’t moving his legs at all. Behind me, I could feel Beru’s eyes effortlessly pushing me forward. There was no need for her to run forward and back to check on me. The three of us moved as one. It was glorious. I wanted it to last forever. How much time passed I don’t know, and although I had no idea where we were, I could tell that we were moving upward. Eventually, the world slowed down as we stopped running and began to walk instead. We were on a path. Not one created by Ruta moving through the woods, clearing the way. This path was like many of the trails my dad and I used to hike together in the mountains near our home. If I wasn’t walking with Ruta and Beru, I might have thought I was home again. That notion was blasted from my mind as we crested a hill, and I saw what appeared to be a castle. Not what I expected at all. On the other hand, what was I expecting? If I was truthful with myself, I was hoping we were going to see Suzanne’s people, the Forest Circle, and I said as much to Ruta and Beru. “Shh…,” hissed Ruta. “Are you crazy?” At first, I was dumbstruck to hear Ruta say more than one word. Maybe he didn’t often talk because his voice did not match his appearance. Unless he was hollow, because that’s what he sounded like: a hollow stump. When his block face darkened, I realized he could probably read my mind, and I was in trouble. What had happened to me? I didn’t usually think things like that about people. Or did I and I hadn’t noticed? My whole world was flipping upside down. Read Shatterskin, the first book in The Return To Erda , and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. READ and LISTEN anywhere you buy your books and audio.
Shifting Stories: Sampling Books, One (or 2) Chapters at a time. Imagination should be used, not to escape reality, but to create it. —Colin Wilson Shall we begin? Let’s create a new reality together. But first, let’s talk about a few of the essential tools that you will be using in this course. There are two of them that you might not have ever done before, or at least the way that we will be using them. So, let’s take a moment and talk about what they are and how to use them. Quality Lists and I Choose sheets. These two tools are invaluable, so don’t skip them! Let’s start with quality words. I know you know that thoughts are things, but using the concept of quality words, we are going to work backwards to that idea. We are going to find the qualities of things, first, and then translate them back into things. That means that the “things” in your life will more accurately reflect what you want after using this tool. This includes everything from the shoes you are wearing to the people that you love. Yes, I know people are not a “thing,” but they are a set of qualities, like everything that we see and experience. However, to get us started, we won’t start with people. We’ll begin with easier things, like birds, trees, stones, flowers, and animals. After that, people will be much easier to translate into qualities. Well, everything will be. You’ll see. After a while, I hope that you will get into the habit of using quality words all the time, especially when you are looking for ways to make a decision or a shift in your life. I promise that their use will make changes much easier, and the outcome more in alignment with what you desire. However, for now, you are going to use them in your Imagination Mastery work and become an expert at using them. Keep listening and reading ... Find the Imagination Mastery audio and book everywhere you buy books or audio! Imagination Mastery Now available WHEREVER you want to buy it. Click to find Imagination Mastery at your favorite Book Store
A Metaphysical, visionary, fantasy, adventure: Ruta moved through the woods faster than I thought possible. Beru was even quicker. She kept circling back behind me and then running ahead of Ruta, and then coming back to me. I was running faster than I had ever run before, so how she was doing that was a mystery. There was no path as far as I could see. Ruta and Beru just ran, and things moved out of their way. Or at least I thought that was what was happening. I didn’t see any movement. Instead, there was an opening wherever Ruta went, and I followed Ruta through it. After what felt like two days but was probably less than an hour, I couldn’t run anymore. I tripped over my foot and fell flat on my face again for the second time in one day. I hoped it would be the last. Ruta had kept on running, but the next time Beru circled back she found me lying on the ground trying to breathe. She clicked her fingers together, and a moment later Ruta was there. “I don’t think she can go on right now, Ruta. Let’s stay here. We’re far enough from the clearing, and we can hide here until Hannah rests. Your friend has told us how much energy it takes to come through that portal. You need to rest.” When Ruta turned his grumpy stern face to me, I burst into tears as I mumbled, “Thank you Beru, and I’m sorry, Ruta.” I caught a look pass between them, and I swear I saw Ruta’s block face soften. I was too tired to ask what friend they were talking about. When Beru placed a mound of leaves under my head and covered me with some mysterious cloth she pulled out of her pocket, I fell asleep within seconds. The last thing I heard before entering emptiness was Suzanne’s voice saying it was safe, for now. That was enough for me. Suzanne hadn’t deserted me. Read Shatterskin, the first book in The Return To Erda , and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. READ and LISTEN anywhere you buy your books and audio.
Shifting Stories: Sampling Books, One (or 2) Chapters at a time. The man who has no imagination has no wings. —Muhammad Ali Here is the question you might, and probably should be, asking yourself. Why bother with learning how to be an Imagination Master? What practical use could being a master of imagination be in the “real” world, or daily life? Perhaps you are wondering why you would waste the next few months of your life practicing how to imagine. I mean, after all, what will your friends and family say? Perhaps they would ask you if there aren’t more productive ways to spend your time. And then there is always the chance that, like me, imagining is something you were supposed to stop doing. Or at least hide that you are doing it. I can’t tell you how many times a teacher, or parent, would catch me staring into space and ask me, “Are you daydreaming again?” Yes. Yes, I was, and it was fun! After all, I was a reader of fairy tales and science fiction, and it all seemed so marvelous. It seemed so much better than sitting behind a desk in a square room. I asked myself what it would be like if I were a fairy in the forest? Or if there was a unicorn waiting for me to ride home. They were the imaginations of a little girl. What good were those imaginations to me, other than to make life more fun? And what good will being a master of imagination be for you, or me, as an adult? Sure, now that I am long past grown-up, I can turn my imaginations into stories, and then books, and that seems like a practical thing to do after all. But that is only one small use for it. It doesn’t answer the question of why you, or I, would want to be an Imagination Master at any age over ten. There is such a good reason that it is almost shocking. Especially since we have been taught that the world is only what we see or experience through our five senses. That we need to grow up and make a living. That success can be measured. What if that was all wrong? Imagine this. It is! Keep listening and reading ... Find the Imagination Mastery audio and book everywhere you buy books or audio! Imagination Mastery Now available WHEREVER you want to buy it. Click to find Imagination Mastery at your favorite Book Store
A Metaphysical, visionary, fantasy, adventure: Still holding my head, I started to follow the bird that looked like Lady into the forest until I realized what I was doing. I was following something into somewhere without questioning what was happening. It was like getting into a strange car with an unknown person. Would I ever do that? No. Even if the person looked like someone that I knew? Well, perhaps. But birds look almost alike, don’t they? So it wasn’t as if I could tell Lady from another bird just like her. Almost too late I saw the bird fly back towards me, bent on either knocking me over again or pulling my hair. Either way, I wasn’t going to let that happen. I dropped to the ground and curled into a little ball and stayed there. Probably looked pretty stupid, but at least I didn’t get my hair pulled. I lifted my head just a bit and saw the bird sitting on the ground in front of me. I got the distinct impression that she was not happy with me for thinking that she looked the same as other pileated woodpeckers that looked like dinosaurs or dragons. Birds, animals, insects could tell the difference between each other, why couldn’t I? She turned her face sideways and looked directly into my eyes. Something about those eyes were familiar, and at that moment I knew for sure that it was Lady from Earth who was sitting there. I reached out to touch her head, and she pulled her head back and gave me a look that I wouldn’t forget. No touching. “Okay, okay. So you’re Lady. Now, what is this place?” I took a big breath in and smelled the woods. It smelled like the forests back home. Loamy, cool, a city of insects and animals mostly invisible unless you lived there and learned to see. Before stepping into the portal, I had been learning a little about the forest behind our house. Learning more about this forest was going to be fun. Maybe it would give me a clue as to where I was, assuming I wasn’t dreaming. Didn’t that voice say, Erda? Screwing up my courage, I decided it was time to explore. I stood up, and for the first time since I tripped and fell on my face, I looked down at myself and screamed. Who was this person? Was it me? What looked like my hands felt the clothes that I had on. They were not what I was wearing when I was standing in the door of the portal. I had been wearing what I always wear, like most girls my age: skinny jeans, t-shirt, and at the last minute I had grabbed my favorite soft sweater. Suzanne had told me I couldn’t bring anything other than what I was wearing through the portal. Everything else would dissolve in the transfer. What I needed would be provided for me. What she had neglected to tell me was that I would arrive in different clothes. I ran my hands over whatever it was that was covering my legs. They felt almost like the leggings I wore in the winter and looked like the ones that woman by the tree had been wearing. However, they felt completely different from anything I had worn before. These leggings were still soft like winter leggings, but much stronger. They were as tight as my skin but so lightweight that if I hadn’t seen that I was wearing them, I would have thought I had nothing on. Scary thought, that. The shirt was the same material as the leggings. Close to my body, but soft and comfortable. As a reader of strange stories, I wondered if I was caught up in a dream, like in one of my books. Ones where people ended up in bodies that weren’t theirs. Because not only were the clothes weird, so was I. Older. Not twelve anymore. The tight clothing proved that. Not me. At least not the me that lived on Earth. Listen and read on ... Read Shatterskin, the first book in The Return To Erda , and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. READ and LISTEN anywhere you buy your books and audio.
Shifting Stories: Sampling Books, One (or 2) Chapters at a time. End Imposter Syndrome, Overthinking and Perfectionism and Do What YOU Want Do you worry that you are not as good as everyone else? Have past experiences led you to doubt your abilities? Do you try too hard and obsess over details in case you mess up? Most of our negative beliefs are untrue. We hold on to stuff from our past and allow it to spoil our happiness. Chapter Five focuses on Mindset and how the way we think and the words we say can impact our confidence. Full audiobook available on most audiobook platforms including Apple books, Scribd, Nook and coming to Audible soon.
A Metaphysical, visionary, fantasy, adventure: It was as terrifying as standing at the open door of an airplane getting ready to jump. Or at least I imagined it would feel the same way even though I had never experienced that myself. Leaning forward and seeing the ground thousands of feet away, not knowing where the wind would blow you. Not knowing what you will find when you land. At least people jumping out of planes got to practice, and they could see the ground. Besides they have parachutes for heaven’s sake. What I was doing was completely different. No practice. No parachute. Can’t see where I’m going. Just step into a void. Leaping into the unknown. No visual clues. Nothing to stop me from smashing myself to bits somewhere. Suzanne’s voice was whispering in my ear telling me to go, go, go. She was getting annoyed. She hissed at me which she had never done before. She said I was being melodramatic and it didn’t suit me at all. Just go! I understood that she was rushing me for a reason. The portal was designed to stay open only for a few brief moments. The short time frame was necessary. It was to keep the monsters that lived in each dimension from leaping into another one. Yes, there are monsters. Aren’t there always monsters? Sometimes they look like people, and sometimes they don’t. But letting a monster travel to a new dimension would introduce a danger to the inhabitants of that dimension, and there was a strong chance that they wouldn’t be able to defend themselves against it. It could mean the end of that world somehow. It was like all the trees that were dying in my world. Dying because a bug, or parasite, traveled from one country to the next where there were no natural predators to stop them. One species after another of our beloved trees were leaving our earth. It was heartbreaking, but at the moment I couldn’t do anything about that problem. There were too many present ones to deal with, like leaping into a portal to someplace else. Listen and read on ... Read Shatterskin, the first book in The Return To Erda , and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. READ and LISTEN anywhere you buy your books and audio.
Shifting Stories: Sampling Books, One (or 2) Chapters at a time. I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.—Rabindranath Tagore She was always-on-call. I wanted to be like her, but I had no idea how I could handle what she did with such apparent ease. Any time of the day or night, any time of the year, she was always on call for those that needed comfort, or understanding, and yes, healing. I remember the time that I called her in the middle of the night because my baby was having convulsions, and I knew I could turn to her. I was hysterical. She answered the phone with no tiredness in her voice, present and available. She told me the Truth about my child. She reminded me that my little girl was in Reality the child of God, was Light itself, and that there was no room for anything else. I calmed down, and within minutes so did my child, the child of Light. It was over and never returned. Always-on-call, how did she do it? Thinking I was not capable of this feat of love, I chose other ways to live. I thought about “disappearing” where no one could find me or need me. I tried not to influence people in case I did something wrong that hurt them forever. I disappeared into my busy work, my business, and sometimes my sorrow. Keep listening and reading ... Find the The Four Essential Questions audio and book everywhere you buy books or audio! The Four Essential Questions Now available WHEREVER you want to buy it. Click to find The Four Essential Questions at your favorite Book Store
Once upon a time, there lived a husband and wife who were very good friends. Their names were Agatha and Winston. Agatha was a small, very round, gray bear who loved to amble through flower gardens smelling the flowers and petting the bees. Winston was a tall rather saggy and unstuffed brown bear. This unstuffedness caused him to look a little shaky, but once one got to know him they would find that he was really quite dignified and precise. Some of their friends could not understand how Agatha and Winston became such good friends. After all, it seemed as if they were nothing alike and had nothing in common. In addition, it was clear that Agatha was much sillier than Winston. The gossip was that Winston only kept Agatha around to have a good laugh when he was alone. These people were foolish friends—if one could call them friends. They did not understand the silent, sweet secret shared by Agatha and Winston. Their shared secret kept them awake at night with delight, and made them laugh out loud in the day. This wonderful secret kept them such sound friends that they never once argued. They loved each other for exactly who and what they were. Winston loved Agatha’s round slow plumpness and the way that she could stand so firm even if the wind was blowing hard enough to bend strong trees. Agatha loved Winston’s unstuffedness as it made it easy for her to put her short pudgy arms around him. She loved how gentle and dignified he was even as he put on his robe and slippers at night and brushed his teeth. All in all they were happy with each other and with themselves. One day a visitor rang their doorbell and everything changed. Listen and read on ... BUY ANYWHERE YOU GET YOUR BOOKS AND AUDIO!
A Metaphysical, visionary, fantasy, adventure: While Meg reviewed her life, the Mages waited in the cave, Ibris and Dax sized each other up in the Temple, Stryker pondered the map and Aaron sat on his throne, an ocean away. Plotting his next move. Aaron smirked to himself. Perhaps other people wondered if what they were doing in life was making them happy, or if they were doing the right thing. He didn’t. Everything about his life made him happy, and he always knew he was doing the right thing. Who wouldn’t be pleased with this, he thought to himself. Everything in Thamon revolved around him. His choices had always been perfect. He had devoted disciples, who named themselves the Blessed Ones—disciples who were willing to be rendered blind so they would have the honor of serving him. Across Thamon, his Preachers and his Kai-Via made the people happy by converting them to Aaron-Lem. His religion. He, Aaron, was the God that they worshiped. No other gods were allowed. Any mention of those old gods was an automatic prison and possible death sentence. Not that the people talked about those other gods anymore. He gave them what they needed. They didn’t need anyone else. Their lives were perfect because of him, and they knew it. Three times a day, a bell would ring and his people would stop where they were and bow to him to thank him for the blessings that they received. Sometimes their faith and gratitude were so intense he could feel it flowing across Thamon straight into his heart. It was a magnificent feeling. All that good-will directed to him from the millions of converts to Aaron-Lem fueled his knowledge that he had done the right thing. He had cleansed the planet of everyone who wanted to worship other gods. Although some people only wanted to be left alone to live the life that they wanted to live without worshiping anyone or anything, it didn’t matter. They were also gone. He had eliminated from Thamon everyone who didn’t succumb to Aaron-Lem. Now it was as if they never existed. Listen and read on ... Read Betrayed, the second book in The Chronicles of Thamon, and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. BUY ANYWHERE YOU GET YOUR BOOKS AND AUDIO!
Shifting Stories: Sampling Books, One (or 2) Chapters at a time. Spiritual Perception Spiritual Perception reveals that there is nothing going on but God, Good. Instead of thinking that there will be a time that the tares will be separated from the wheat, we know that as we gain spiritual awareness, what appears to be tares are not something that must be destroyed, but simply wheat misperceived, and then that misperception will completely dissolve what appears to be tares. Step into the good by practicing Spiritual Perception, and reap the benefit of the constant ever-providing harvest of the Infinite. This is a practice that will benefit everyone. It doesn’t take special equipment, or the perfect time, or money, or personal ability. It is available to each one of us at all times. We can begin now, and never stop stepping into the good, by practicing Spiritual Perception in each moment. *John Hargreaves—The Indivisibility Of The Infinite Keep listening and reading ... Find the The Four Essential Questions audio and book everywhere you buy books or audio! The Four Essential Questions Now available WHEREVER you want to buy it. Click to find The Four Essential Questions at your favorite Book Store
A Metaphysical, visionary, fantasy, adventure: When betrayal is the name of the game, can anyone win? Dax stood at the back of the Temple watching Ibris as he stared out the window at the storm. Ibris didn’t move, acting as if he hadn’t felt Dax’s presence. They both stood there lost in their thoughts until Ibris finally turned, and the two of them stared at each other, perhaps sizing each other up and wondering what the other was thinking. Neither one of them had on the black hooded robes that hid their identity from the people. There was no one in the Temple to see, and they certainly didn’t have to hide who they were from one another. They had known each other since they were babies. Their fathers were brothers, and when they were young their families had lived together, farming the same land that had been in their family for generations. However, Dax’s father grew tired of farming and moved the family to the city. After that, the families only saw each other every few years, something that both boys regretted. They had been the best of friends then. If someone had been in the Temple, they would not have thought they were related. Ibris looked like his father, tall and slim with blond hair and blue eyes. Dax took after his mother’s side of his family, powerfully built and close to the ground with dark brown eyes that showed flakes of gold when he was angry..." Read Betrayed, the second book in The Chronicles of Thamon, and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. BUY ANYWHERE YOU GET YOUR BOOKS AND AUDIO!
Shifting Stories: Sampling Books, One (or 2) Chapters at a time. Is There A God Or Isn’t There? I cannot imagine a God who rewards and punishes the objects of his creation, whose purposes are modeled after our own—a God, in short, who is but a reflection of human frailty.—Albert Einstein Hasn’t everyone wondered, at least once, how God could allow the suffering, death, and intentional evil in the world to exist? How could he let wars continue? How can he be on both sides of a controversy? Of course, we have also looked at the other side. We have observed the harmony and beauty of a flower, the flight of a bird, the majesty of a mountain, and we have wondered where all that could have come from, if not from an Infinite Intelligence. In the long-standing debate over “is there a God” or “isn’t there a God,” we can agree with both sides. The answer is: “no,” there isn’t a God that allows evil to exist; and “yes,” there is a God that is the Principle of Life. Perhaps part of the problem is the word God. Depending on what framework of perception we grew up within, and have worked out for ourselves, either we love this name of God, or we hate it. If we could drop our preconceived ideas about what the word God means, perhaps we would find that we are all in agreement. Perhaps we would also find a way to resolve our own internal struggle with why evil appears to exist if God is Love. What if we stopped seeing God in terms of a powerful human that knows both good and evil, and can be swayed by human prayer and opinion? What if instead we saw God through a scientific and Spiritual Perception as the Mind Fabric of what we perceive as the Infinite Universe? What if God were The Infinite Intelligence that both creates and holds it all together? What if God is not in any way human, but instead is like the principle of math, the Principle of Life? Don’t most of us blithely say that God is omnipresent, omniscience, omnipotent, and omniaction? Have we stopped to examine what this means and implies? Isn’t this a scientific statement that leads us to the evidence of God as the Principle of Life? Could this God, the Principle of Life, be both good and evil? Wouldn’t this idea of duality negate omni? There can be no debate. Either God is completely good, or God is completely evil. The original meaning of the word God is Good. Makes sense doesn’t it? Because if God is evil, it stands to reason that eventually, it would destroy itself. Therefore, thinking logically, there cannot be a God that knows evil, or is on both sides of a controversy. There can only be a God that is the Infinite Principle of Life. Keep listening and reading ... Find the The Four Essential Questions audio and book everywhere you buy books or audio! The Four Essential Questions Now available WHEREVER you want to buy it. Click to find The Four Essential Questions at your favorite Book Store
A Metaphysical, visionary, fantasy, adventure: When betrayal is the name of the game, can anyone win? Outside the cabin, Suzanne and her new friend Silke Featherpuff sat on a tree stump watching Trin peek over the western horizon. Trin, along with the first sun Etar, wouldn’t rise much further during the day. That meant that the Islands would not only be cold but would remain in perpetual twilight for the next few months. Suzanne didn’t like it. At all. If she hadn’t come to Thamon to rescue her wild-child sister, Meg, she could be back in Erda bathed in the warm sun, flying the skies with her dragon friends. Instead, she was on this cold and dangerous planet waiting for the newly reformed Meg to return with that wizard, Tarek. Suzanne knew that being irritable wasn’t honestly how she felt. Well, maybe she did. Meg’s new friendliness and the cold were not what Suzanne had expected. She thought Meg would be cold and the Islands warm. Both of which she was used to, and could handle. This reversal was unsettling. The portal maker had warned her. Not about the weather, which she would have liked to have known. But he did tell her about the banning of magic. She decided to come anyway. She didn’t blame the portal maker for what he had done. There had been many times in her life with her sister when she had secretly wished she could banish Meg. Send her away so she would not have to deal with her and all the trouble she caused. But when that secret wish came true, Suzanne had discovered that she didn’t want that after all. So, she had said goodbye to her parents and all her friends to come to Thamon. Her parents had been grateful. Her friends tried to talk her out of it. “Is Meg worth it?” they had asked. " Read Betrayed, the second book in The Chronicles of Thamon, and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. BUY ANYWHERE YOU GET YOUR BOOKS AND AUDIO!
Shifting Stories: Sampling Books, One (or 2) Chapters at a time. Three Habit Stories Story One: For over 6 years, I had eaten peanuts in the shell for breakfast. This may be a crazy breakfast, but I loved it all the same. However, every time I cracked a peanut, little peanut pieces flew around which required some careful cleanup afterward. Then one day Del decided this was the day I could learn the easy way to eat peanuts. Instead of breaking them in half I just had to look, or feel, for the dimple in the top of the peanut, give a slight push and the peanut opened easily, with very little flinging of pieces. I was amazed to learn I had been cracking peanuts the hard way for years. However, that was the easiest part of the lesson. Ever since then I have to remind myself constantly, “Not that way,” as I crack instead of push, “this way.” I am still working on eating peanuts the easy way. Keep listening and reading ... Find the The Four Essential Questions audio and book everywhere you buy books or audio! The Four Essential Questions Now available WHEREVER you want to buy it. Click to find The Four Essential Questions at your favorite Book Store
A Metaphysical, visionary, fantasy, adventure: When betrayal is the name of the game, can anyone win? As the tyrannical, man-made religion of Aaron-Lem spreads across the world like wildfire, banished shapeshifter Meg Portia struggles to come to terms with the weakening of her own powers. Her shapeshifting powers were what made her unique and special. Without them…who is she? "Oblivious to the crashing of the waves that crested onto the shore only a few feet from the edge of his black robe, Ibris Elton, known as the Preacher, knelt in the wet sand on the island of Hetale. He shivered. Etar’s blue light held no warmth, but bathed the sea, sand, and the white cliffs that rose behind him in an eerie blue glow. Even when Trin, Thamon’s second sun rose, there would be no warmth. The cold season had arrived, and both suns would never rise far above the horizon for many months. Ibris wrapped his robe around himself and raised the hood against the cold wind that flung the spray from the waves onto his back. It didn’t help. Ibris shivered not only because of the cold but because he knew that no matter what he chose, his people would suffer. Horribly. He moaned. He couldn’t call them his people. They weren’t his people. They belonged to Aaron now, and it was his fault. The knowledge that he would suffer didn’t matter to Ibris. For him, life was suffering. But that didn’t mean he wanted others to suffer as he did. He had dedicated his life to alleviating the suffering of others. But the way he had chosen had been the wrong way. He knew that now, but what could he do? ..." Read Betrayed, the second book in The Chronicles of Thamon, and fall in love with these characters that choose friendship, goodness, and faith in each other in order to defeat evil. BUY ANYWHERE YOU GET YOUR BOOKS AND AUDIO!