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Dedication<\/strong><\/p>\n

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To the memory of all of those children and the adults that stared up into the stars on cloudless nights, staring at millions of stars, galaxies and dreaming of riding on starships going on incredible adventures.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was one and still am. <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u201cCome to the edge,” he said.
\n“We can’t, we’re afraid!” they responded.
\n“Come to the edge,” he said.
\n“We can’t, We will fall!” they responded.
\n“Come to the edge,” he said.
\nAnd so they came.
\nAnd he pushed them.
\nAnd they flew.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n


\n\u2015\u00a0Guillaume Apollinaire<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Prelude<\/strong><\/p>\n

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It won\u2019t be anymore<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Roger turned over in his bed, wondering if Luke had ever had days like this dealing with crazy events and crazier beings, living life behind a lightsaber.<\/p>\n

Welcome!<\/em> rang out in his head. A voice he never heard before was now calling out to him at night, every night.<\/p>\n

Drumbeats, hearts melting. Beating like an eerie dream cast in dim light with abeyance drawn in the moonlight. Stars blinked in cascades of clouds asunder while a crow in a darkened tree spate in disbelief.<\/p>\n

Not in disgust, but mere enjoyment of the moment. The very moment a page turns in some holy text, to begin the next chapter.<\/p>\n

When all is silent and in the still of the night, one only hears the blades of grass that are moaning under the caress of the winds perceptive touch and the thump of a heart.<\/p>\n

Roger awoke shaking, while somewhere in the cosmos a star began blinking in response.<\/p>\n

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\u201cDamn!\u201d hissed a reptilian voice from the dark side of the moon and, slamming his clawed hand on the consul, glared at the warning light blinking before him.<\/p>\n

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Chapitre un<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Science News<\/em><\/p>\n

February 12, 1991<\/em><\/p>\n

Scientists have reported a new frequency or some sort of energy radiating from the very central core of the galaxy and spreading out into its further reaches. Its source is unknown at this time, as is its nature, but it appears to be a new photonic pulse, the likes of which have never been detected before. <\/em><\/p>\n

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I closed my eyes and he was there. \u201cSo, I don\u2019t totally understand. I go to sleep at night and you arrive. Are you just a figment of my imagination? Something I created to deal with what I\u2019m going through? I\u2019ve read that the human mind uses dreams and sleep to sift through the day\u2019s events and store what it needs to remember.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cHmm, that is logical and a justifiable position. A skeptic could rationalize away everything that is happening to them. Convince themselves that all of this is simply dreams. Rationalize until they sort order from chaos. Quiet the fear inside that exists when we confront that edge of the unknown. And in the end, the skeptic believes in nothing other conspiracies that other sceptics believe in.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I hesitate. \u201cI call myself a skeptic, and a strong one. But with everything that has begun to happen I find myself wondering about a lot of things.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWondering is good, believing is better for it gives your life purpose, puts you on a path, but believers can only work on trust and love of self and of life.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd something else I\u2019m starting to realize.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d it asked, and as it looked to me for an answer, I saw what I took to be curiosity cross its face. The first glimmer of any emotion from this being.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201cConnections. I\u2019m beginning to see connections.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cGood. That is important. You are doing well in this learning of the gateways and of journeying through the chakras.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cBut you never answered any of my questions.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYou will find your own answers. Right now, you are establishing will and purpose, the foundation of the third chakra. Understanding comes later.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It gestured toward another inset tile. Deep in a cavernous pyramid, tall columns disappeared into the darkness, preventing me from seeing where the roof was, or even if there was a roof. The tile was of petals surrounding a circle and inset was a crystal that began to glow as I stared at it. Below that stood a ram.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThe strong horns of will, power and internal purpose.\u201d The crystal grew even brighter until I was nearly blind, covering my eyes as the Hathor talked. \u201cManipura. The first two chakras are of flow downward. This one is of eruption, fire, determination and upwards flow. Internal will and purpose. Or as we just mentioned believing.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I reached out to cover the crystal and attempted to block out the blinding light. Instead of touching the glowing surface I encountered nothing. It slipped away and I fell into the tile and into darkness.<\/em><\/p>\n

I stood up in the darkness, the crystal glow hovering behind me. I reached again for it. Glittering flashes sparkled everywhere. Blinded I chased the crystal as it weaved out of my grasp.<\/em><\/p>\n

Every time I reached out and got close the light intensified, my fingers grew hot. Afraid, I withdrew, not wanting to burn myself. Instead, I closed up and sat down until the sun broke over my shoulder and light filled the room.<\/em><\/p>\n

I stood up, trinkets and rattles stirred. I looked down. Hair flowed long, dirty and coarse in my face. I was a female again, but not helpless this time. Leathers of animal hides covered my body and, around my neck, bits of dried flesh strung in a necklace. A medicine pouch hung on my side. Outside seagulls squawked, air was heavy with humid salt smell of the ocean. Simple white painted buildings of the town yard glinted through the windows. <\/em><\/p>\n

I knew what had to be done and shoved aside the two austere looking women staring at me in disgust from their black and white outfits. Nuns, they were called. It suited them, for they had \u2018none\u2019 connection to the Earth and even though they considered themselves pious and strongly spiritual, I knew they were missing a connection to this world and this land. But I wasn\u2019t here to save them, it was the one inside that needed my attentions.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cBegone, savage,\u201d one said as she made signs on her chest that I knew were of the cross bearing their god. \u201cYou\u2019ll harm her. She is in God’s Good Hands now.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I stood over Crystal Running Water, or Mary as they called her. She had already been tainted by their ways and had denied all the teachings of our people, our ancestors. She would have been picked to be a shaman in training as she had great gifts of healing. I should not have come, but one never turns their back on their own people in need. \u201cNot as much as the harm you\u2019ve already done. She will not live the night and you have no means of saving her,\u201d I grunt in their foreign tongue.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, we are praying for God to come and save her soul. She will join St. Peter and live with Jesus in heaven.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYour God will not have her yet. Her time is not yet. Leave this room.\u201d I growl and shake my raven\u2019s rattle at her. The head nun turns and runs from the room screaming to get the men to come. I pick up Crystal, her body is hot and easily mistaken for fever-ridden but it is not fever that resides in this one. Still, it will eat her alive just the same. I open the side window, no one is around. They are guarding the front entrance. I pull myself and Crystal through the window and carry her to a sacred grove in the woods. <\/em><\/p>\n

I deposit her body on the ground I’ve covered in cedar boughs and pine needles ahead of time. I quickly light smudge to burn all around us. No spirits will dare enter past these boundaries while I begin my work. <\/em><\/p>\n

Crystal\u2019s eyes flicker open. \u201cGrandmother, what are you doing?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThey would let you die. You are not meant to die, you will live a long life. Some of this you will remember, most you will not,\u201d I bark in our tongue; she nods and falls unconscious again. The evil spirit inside is eating her spirit with great haste. I have not much time. Cries of alarm ring out from the village, they have discovered my doing and I have less time now.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I close my eyes and begin a slow walk around the body, knowing it is not the eyes I need to see with. Instead I see the demon twisting around inside her, it is hungry, gnawing away at her spirit. I shake the raven\u2019s rattle and the ground shakes. The creature stops and turns to look at me. <\/em><\/p>\n

Great red eyes of hunger glare out from the shaggy fur of the grizzly looking beast. It is strong, savage like the grizzly. Teeth glint in a snarl. They want to devour Crystal\u2019s essence and perhaps mine if it could.<\/em><\/p>\n

I pull another rattle from my belt and shake it several times until her body is frozen solid. The beast looks down and snarls. It turns to leap at me, enter me if it cannot have the girl. I shake the raven\u2019s rattle again and it staggers, dizzy. This battle is greater than it had hoped for.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cBegone, foul demon, there are others for you to devour, but she is not yours.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I hear people approaching and the voice of the mother nun yelling, as soon as it sees the face of the head nun projected from my mind\u2019s eye the beast is gone. She is easier prey to hunt and more satisfying. I shake the rattle again and I am back.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI am so cold now. Thank you.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThat is a good sign. You\u2019ll be okay. Know this, your son will become a powerful minister among the whites. He will be half white and will lead the missionaries to destroy the last of the old ways, the native ways. There will be no more Ska-ga shamans after me. None will follow, the old ways will die.\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you save me then?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you are one of my blood, and as a healer of my people, I could not let you die knowing I have the ability to save your life. I cannot judge those I save, that is not the way of our people, nor the Ska-ga. We do what we must.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, Grandmother.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Shouts burst from the woods as she stands up on shaky legs. I turn to leave and a crack from one of their thunder-sticks rings out. Searing pain bursts from my shoulder and I stagger backwards, blood pours into the sky. Several men burst into the glade.<\/em><\/p>\n

The head nun points an accusing finger at me. \u201cYou should rot in hell for taking this child from us and trying to kill her with your heathen ways.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d young Crystal screams. \u201cDon\u2019t harm her! She has saved my life, I am cured.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

The head nun feels Crystal\u2019s head. \u201cGoodness the fever has left her. Get this girl some clothes.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

They wrestle me to the ground, crushing me into the still burning smudge. It cannot protect me and keep these men from me, just as I cannot prevent what will happen in the future.<\/em><\/p>\n

Young Crystal Running Water turns to me as they shackle my hands. \u201cHowa, thank you, again. I shall never forget I was born native, no matter what they teach me.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Later I know she will help me escape. My time is not yet either. I am picked up and shoved forward to fall face first into the cedar boughs, with my hands bound behind me. My medicine bag is trampled and kicked aside. My blood flows back into the earth that created it from the wound inflicted of buckshot and pellets. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYou should be punished for this. But she lives, so we will take you in to attend to your wound and teach you the kindness of Jesus and begin to teach you his ways, cleanse you of this heathenism. Someone make sure her hair is cut and she gets a bath.\u201d The head nun holds a hand over her face, as I watch a bead of sweat break her brow. The beast is already within. \u201cLet us hurry back, this accursed glade gives me shivers.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWe’ll see just how strong your God is now.”\u00a0 I lean into her and whisper, “forgive them, for they fear the unknown and they know not what they do.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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Richmond, BC<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cMain Gracious Hall is the main temple,\u201d the Buddhist guide announced to the first guests touring the grounds of the Buddhist Temple in Richmond, British Columbia, Canada that day. His traditional yellow, orange robe rippled under a gentle breeze as he walked. The smell of pungent incense filled the air in honor of Buddha. Some guests wrinkled their noses, unused to the burning aroma. Others relaxed under the calming fragrance that burned everywhere.<\/p>\n

\u201cMany come to visit us every day,\u201d said one of the shaved monks standing guard outside the Ksitigarbha Buddhisattva Hall, which housed the pictures of the departed ones.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d the other replied. \u201cMany have come to see His Holiness. He is the 14th<\/sup> reincarnation of the Dalai Lama. Does anyone know what Dalai Lama means?\u201d<\/p>\n

The group stared blankly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt literally means the Ocean of Wisdom. The Dalai Lama knows all.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs he inside? The ocean?\u201d a young boy asked his father as the tour group approached the small temple. \u201cDoes he have to pee often?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo son, behave. The Ocean is a man.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWill we get to meet him, Dad? Why do they shave their heads? Dad, I have to use the bathroom now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Dalai Lama was found living in a boy about your age. The name given by his parents was Lhamo Thondup.\u201d The guide continued his rehearsed monologue, trying to ignore the well intentioned, but irritating young lad pulling on his dad\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n

The boy pulled on the robe of the tour guide as he stood behind him. \u201cSo when do we get to see the Ocean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry little one. You will probably not get to see the Dalai Lama today. He entered this temple only minutes ago to meditate for the souls of the departed. He will usually meditate for over an hour and is not to be disturbed.\u201d<\/p>\n

The boy thought hard and looked up at his father. \u201cDad, I have to meditate. Can I go inside?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I thought you had to pee?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Dalai Lama was deep in prayer, oblivious to everything until he opened his eyes looking around the temple. Had he just felt that? A subtle shaking of the ground? His dreams were disturbing earlier this morning, which for a man of his serenity was most unusual. He couldn\u2019t sleep, so he got up early and came here to pray instead.<\/p>\n

As he closed his eyes it happened again, only stronger. That one he definitely felt. He rose to his feet, worried about being in the building should a real quake start. The tremors returned with double the intensity. The Dalai Lama grabbed hold of the counter and held on. Dust sifted down from the ornate ceiling. He clasped his hand over his mouth as the gold statue of the thousand eyes, thousand hands of Avalokitesvara Buddhisattva shook. He knew what this meant; this was no earthquake. He turned for the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Dad, you promised I\u2019d get to see the Dalai Lama.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry son and I didn\u2019t promise, he is not into visitors.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow we move on to the adjoining temple on the other side of the main temple, which is called Thousand Buddha Hall.\u201d The guide monk commented.<\/p>\n

The group moved on. The boy stared at the door as his dad yanked at his arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Dad! It\u2019s him!\u201d he said. The door flew open and the Dalai Lama staggered outside. The two monks guarding turned and stared into the ashen face of their spiritual leader. He sagged into their arms, fighting to stay conscious, not looking at all like the serene being he was.<\/p>\n

The two monks in total awe held their leader. \u201cYour Holiness, are you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt begins,\u201d he sobbed. \u201cIt begins.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe will take him to his quarters.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I must lie down. Then I will pray for us.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two monks bustled the Dalai Lama to his quarters, leaving the tour group aghast at the happenings. One quickly called for other monks to watch him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d a senior monk asked, as he entered.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Dalai Lama said the ground started shaking beneath his feet. He said it was an omen. I don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAn omen? I felt no shaking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNeither did we?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, we felt nothing. Maybe it was nothing,\u201d the second guide confirmed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou, guard the Dalai Lama while we investigate,\u201d the senior monk ordered.<\/p>\n

The two ventured inside the temple. Hundreds of gold-foiled cups were strewn about, dust covering the floor. A trail of prints led out of the building.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is not possible. I swept in here this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

The senior monk thought a moment. \u201cHis Holiness had this happen once before in 1950. He felt the ground shake beneath his feet. It was taken as an omen that one way of life was ending and, after much destruction, another beginning. Two days later the Chinese began their invasion of Tibet, eventually overthrowing the Dalai Lama and forcing his evacuation.\u201d He turned and stared at the thousand-armed figure of Avalokitesvara Buddhisattva.<\/p>\n

As he did, a young girl and her mother entered. The young girl stared at the statue. \u201cIt broke. Mom, why did it break?\u201d<\/p>\n

The two monks gasped and fell before the indestructible god, chanting in front of the figure, now aware of the large crack running through it.<\/p>\n

The young Chinese boy pulled at his dad\u2019s hand. \u201cSee, Dad, we did get to see him.\u201d<\/p>\n

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In his bed the Dalai Lama broke into a sweat, muttering, feeling ill for the first time in many years. \u201cIt begins.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Belle Glade, Florida<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cYour mama don\u2019t dance and your daddy don\u2019t rock n roll,\u201d blasted out of the boom box on the bench next to John as he reached in to tweak the air mixture adjustment one more time on the Edelbrock four barrel carb.<\/p>\n

Pressing stop on his cell phone, he listened to the thumping purr of the over-cammed engine. \u201cYeah, like a hungry panther about to devour its prey.\u201d<\/p>\n

He closed the hood. \u201cNow, time to prowl.\u201d<\/p>\n

John Miller slammed down the hood of his \u201891 Mustang and jumped behind the steering wheel. The thundering vibrations of the five-liter, three hundred cubic inch engine shook right through the seat. \u201cOkay, time to go for a test spin.\u201d He\u2019d just spent the last six months tearing the engine out of the car, rebuilding it along with the transmission, and was ready to try it out.<\/p>\n

He eased the stick-shift into reverse and backed out of his parents\u2019 driveway, feathering the throttle. Johnny hated life in the small-town community of Belle Glade, Florida, as much as he hated the oppressive humidity living so close to Lake Okeechobee in the heart of the Everglades.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope he gets some mufflers on that thing,\u201d his mother yelled at her husband from across the living room. The noise from the car with the open header was deafening.<\/p>\n

His dad just shook his head and muttered to himself as he grabbed another beer and continued watching the baseball game mad since his team just gave up three hits and were now behind. \u201cI hope he gets insurance.\u201d<\/p>\n

John grinned as he eased the car down the street, it had taken him over a year to rebuild this car, working part time. He didn\u2019t want to make too much noise just yet, he had to get on the old interstate first and make sure the car wouldn\u2019t overheat. There usually weren\u2019t any cops on that road and it had a straight stretch about two miles long just before the swamp where he could really put his foot into it.<\/p>\n

Sweat poured down his brow as he gripped the wheel. The lump of the racing cam shook the car at an idle due to lack of engine vacuum; maybe he\u2019d gone too radical on valve timing. He grinned. \u201cGo hard or go home,\u201d he\u2019d tell his buddies, well, he wasn\u2019t going home right about now.<\/p>\n

He was going to get insurance next week, but couldn\u2019t resist one joyride, had to test the cooling system and give the engine just one blast. He might even have to pull the timing back anyway if it\u2019s too far advanced and the engine pings under acceleration. Johnny grinned as he signaled onto the nearly deserted highway and punched it. Tires screeched in a cloud of blue smoke as his back sunk into the seat and the car shot forward. “Yeah, that’s Ford power, baby.”<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Seeds Of Ascension\u2019s Gateways Back Cover Blurb<\/strong><\/p>\n

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What if your guardian angel is real and actually an alien who is stranded on earth and needs you to save her life and the ascension of humanity?<\/strong><\/p>\n

As Rogers troubles mount Theodore steps in to help him with his guardian angel, Sherida, as they go to the land of the Dogon in order to retrieve an ancient device.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 One meant to empower the Khufu pyramid of Egypt and send Sherida back to her home-world before she is hunted down like the rest of the Pleiadean agents on earth. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When Roger returns home, he is stalked by the same aliens that threaten the ascension of humanity as Roger struggles to pass the testing program involving the learning of the chakras and opening the gateways to start the ascension process. <\/strong><\/p>\n

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You bastard!! I purchased Raven\u2019s Lament from you. I don\u2019t like your genre or your style of writing. All this woo woo stuff and moving underground through the root systems, it\u2019s not for me, I thought. Until I read the first chapter and couldn\u2019t put it down. I had to keep reading to find out how you would bring the story together. Then I bought another four books! You bastard! I met you at another event last week and bought another four books. Now, I can\u2019t wait for your next books to come out. You have hooked me! Did I mention you\u2019re a bastard?!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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