Get off the planet alive with this spacey meditation, a technique used by the ancient Greeks when they needed to see the bigger picture. In my other life, I’m a hypnotherapist. I didn’t write this, but this is a recording I did a few years ago. I have written others meditation scripts, though, and will be dedicating a page to them. Look out for my new alien contact and astral projection meditations very soon!
Cassa shook her head, confused now. He was inside her mind. Playing games with her. Toying with her memories. “No!” she fell to her knees. How had he done it?
Everything was eerily quiet now, pervaded by the devastation of the Ubris. None of the Deoras had seen the on-coming storm. Not even those like Cassa, who were trained by the Holy Order of the Quantum Solaris to intercept such vile enemies.
The Ubris were the psychic vampires of the neighbouring territory; outnumbered by the Deoras, but nevertheless powerful and dangerous enemies. One never knew when or where they would strike. Cassa stared at the wall in front of her, tears silently falling. How they got passed her perception field she could not fathom, but now it was too late.
She heard a noise and looked up. A figure stood in the door way. His robes were the swirling colours of the sun itself. Though his face was grave, his eyes were warm and compassionate. Around his neck was the triangular insignia of the Quantum Solaris. “It’s not your fault.”
“He took Achilleus.”
“He, and his vile hoards, did not only take Achilleus.”
Cassa looked into his deep grey soulful eyes, searching for an answer. There were none. “But our perception fields…” she started, her hands raised in an almost pleading gesture.
Delta Amon shook his head. “It would appear they found a way to block them,” he explained. It was of little comfort. She had still given Cizo Para all the ammunition he had needed. “It was not your fault,” the old man said, reading her thoughts. He sat down beside her, and put a comforting arm around her shoulders. She wept quietly.
Delta Amon dabbed her face with his own robes. “Word has come back. They have taken a majority of the warrior men to Luna Saevia.” It was several hundred miles away – a city in Ubrisia, land of desolation and nightmares. “They are imprisoned and, according to my sources, under some sort of spell or trance.” Cassa never questioned the validity of his information. Delta Amon’s sources were never wrong. “There is a strong psychic force-field around the location. We can’t reach them. I’ve tried.”
“Who remains in Reguntor?” she asked.
“All those who were in the temples. A few of the stronger priesthood, like yourself. About seventy five percent of the foot soldiers are gone, both men and women. A third of the Quantum Solaris remains in the city.”
He let it sink in.
“And the citizens? How many are left?”
“About half. Mostly women,” the High Priest replied.
“Why mostly women?”
“There used to be a saying on Earth, the planet that our forefathers came from: A nation is not conquered until the hearts of its women are on the ground. Then it is finished no matter how brave its warriors or how strong their weapons.” He looked out towards the horizon. “Today your heart, my brave priestess warrior, is on the ground along with the hearts of the people of Deora.”
“I’ll find them. I’ll get them back! I’ll find a way!” The anger and emotion rose in her.
Delta Amon shook his head, “It is no use. They have won, and they have gone.”
Cassa felt a stab of defeat and loneliness penetrate her soul. She shook her head, “But Achilleus.”
“Achilleus is gone,” he interrupted. “You must see. There is nothing you can do. Nothing anyone can do.”
She slumped against the wall, distraught, heart heavy as a rock. Bewildered at how she had been used and fooled by an enemy so much weaker than herself.
“If we can get through the force-field…”
Delta Amon turned, “Do you think the High Priests have not tried? We have. It is too strong. Now Cizo has our own priesthood working against us.” He took her hand and patted it gently, “You are good, Alpha, but we Delta have been trained in the highest of the magical arts for decades. We are defeated.”
“What will become of them?” Cassa bit her lip, tears stung her eyes again. She swallowed them back.
Delta Amon shook his head, “They will no doubt become part of the Ubris army. They will be used or discarded when no longer needed. They are a pawn, Cassa. Nothing more. Just a pawn in the Ubris power game.”
“Discarded?” her eyes were wide.
“Abandoned to walk the desert and forests most probably. They won’t realise.” He turned and laid his hands on her shoulders, “They won’t remember us. They won’t know their fate.”
“But we will know it. We will remember it!” Cassa cried, with a tone of indignation.
Delta Amon nodded sadly and arose. “And our hearts will be on the ground.”
Attorney Hunter MacRae and Private Investigator Zoe Buchanan uncover lies and secrets for the clients of their law firm. He’s a shape shifter who can morph from man to cat and back on a whim. She’s a psychic who is reluctant to explore her full abilities. Somehow, they make business and friendship work. When Hunter’s father and family patriarch is found murdered, a long-kept dark secret is revealed and their easy lives change forever. Hunter must abandon his carefree lifestyle to lead a battle with a rival monstrous enemy. Among the wealthy and powerful on both sides of New York’s Hudson River, Hunter and Zoe face their own true natures in a fight for survival. The question is will they survive the Chimera bent on destroying the next leader of the MacRae family–Hunter.
Neely Powell is the pseudonym for co-writers Leigh Neely and Jan Hamilton Powell. The best friends met when they both worked at a rock ‘n roll radio station in Chattanooga. It turned out their husbands were long-lost high school buddies, and Jan and Leigh were both writing romantic fiction in their spare time. A partnership was born. They tried writing fiction together for several years, but life and other adventures got in the way. Their friendship endured as they went on to individual careers. Writing as Celeste Hamilton, Jan published 24 romance novels for Silhouette and Avon Books. Her books appeared on the B. Dalton, Waldenbooks Romance, and USA Today bestseller lists before she left fiction for a career in corporate communications.
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A young mother battles post-partum depression, marital troubles and addiction. Her weary mind plagued with horrible thoughts not her own, she decides to end it all. Suddenly, her mind and heart begin to race, her vision blurs and goes black. She awakes in a strange, dull, monochromatic blue world.
Here, she comes face-to-face with the most beautiful and ugliest moments of her life, choosing those that she will lose forever, and those that are too precious to let go.
In a world where many choose a living death, and no one is above suspicion, will her handsome Guide help her fight her way back to the beautiful life she left behind, or will she succumb to her ugliest urges and let her sweetest memories disappear into the blue?
H.M. Jones lives in the beautiful PNW. She spends most of her time making sure her children are well rounded, open minded citizens of this world. The remainder of her time is spent writing, reading and visiting bookstores with her best friend, Mr. Jones.
H.M. just released her debut novel, Monochrome, in Oct. 2013. She was a student of English literature for both of her B.A. and M.A. degrees. You’ll see her favourite authors peeking from the corners of her pages, if she did her job right.
In a world where music is magic, composers and singers weave powerful spells with melodies, harmonies, and voices. Sarya dyr-Rusac has risen from her destitute childhood to become a talented, respected Arranger of musical magic rituals. Then a wedding ritual she wrote goes horribly wrong.
While in self-imposed exile for her failure, amidst a growing number of disasters which the musical Service has been unable to control, Sarya hears music on the wind – music that no one else can hear, music that suggests that there are forces at work in the world unaffected by the practice of musical magic. In search of answers, she returns to the Service, where she has to face the mistakes she made in the past and her complicated relationship with the gloriously talented (and obnoxiously perfect – or is it perfectly obnoxious?) Adan Muari.
Then a nameless man begins to appear in her dreams – a beautiful man in chains, who begs her to sing him free. Is he too dangerous and powerful to deal with, a threat to the man who loves her and to their world, or is he the key to solving the mysteries that threaten to tear the world apart?
TO BE RELEASED APRIL 10TH 2014
Beginning with the Prydain books by Lloyd Alexander and the Earthsea Trilogy by Ursula K. Leguin, Kyra Halland has always loved fantasy. She has also always loved a good love story. In 1990, as a new stay-at-home mom with a young baby, she finally decided to combine those two loves – like chocolate and peanut butter! – by writing the kinds of romantic fantasy novels she wanted to read.
Complicated, honorable heroes; heroines who are strong, smart, and all woman; magic, romance, and adventure; and excursions into the dark corners of life and human nature mixed with a dash of offbeat humor – all of these make up Kyra Halland’s worlds. She is excited to share those worlds with readers, who she hopes will enjoy her stories and characters as much as she does.
Kyra Halland lives in southern Arizona. She has a very patient husband, two less-patient cats, and two young adult sons. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking and anime, and she wants to be a crazy cat lady when she grows up.
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The oldest question of all time: are we alone? Contact starts off by revealing how incredibly vast space is. Visually the opening scene is designed to bring home the message which is also the tag-line of the film: “If we are alone in the Universe, it sure seems like an awful waste of space.” Indeed.
This film is an adaptation of the book by Carl Sagan (1934-1996), astronomer, astrophysicist, cosmologist and author. Sagan is best known for his scientific contributions to the search for extra terrestrial intelligence (SETI). He is the man who put together the first ever message sent into space which might be understood by E.T. intelligence. In fact, Sagan firmly believed that scientists should study the UFO/alien abduction phenomenon, even though he rejected E.T. involvement.
Sagan, as a scientist, also had an incredibly intelligent opinion on the question of God:
Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality. When we recognize our place in an immensity of light-years and in the passage of ages, when we grasp the intricacy, beauty, and subtlety of life, then that soaring feeling, that sense of elation and humility combined, is surely spiritual
It is this balanced view that comes across most strongly in the movie as scientist, atheist and SETI researcher, Dr Eleanor Arroway (Jodie Foster) is put through her paces. The film follows her personal and professional journey of discovery, as well as her struggle against the politics surrounding it. She is faced with being overlooked, not because she is a woman – there was no particular feminist agenda – but because she is a scientist. Once the politicians get involved they have their own agenda, which in this case is power.
There are three themes in Contact: spirituality, politics and science. Visually and symbolically the only way to reach E.T. is to put three pages of alien gibberish together in order to make contact. Once this is achieved the breakthrough happens and the key to interpreting the alien language is revealed. I feel Sagan was far too clever for this to be a coincidence and, given his beliefs, his story holds its own hidden language: if we can unite spirituality, politics and science we might have a chance of discovering some great and wonderful things that none of them can do alone.
The climax of the film is the exciting visuals of space travel and wonderful alien landscapes which the heroine, Dr Arroway, finally succeeds in realising. In some respects, I would have loved for the film to end at this point. It’s not often a film blows me away and moves me to tears, but I could actually sense how incredibly awestruck the experience was and Foster conveys this emotion beautifully.
However, there is a very good reason the film has to continue beyond this as Dr Arroway is forced to re-evaluate her closed atheist mindset and accept that some things simply cannot be proven through science alone, but must be experienced. Ultimately, then, the film concludes with a step forward for the representatives of science, faith and politics as each in their own way is forced to concede that they do not have all the answers. It’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.
Blurb: The vampire world is a dangerous place at the best of times, but especially so during a war. Though there is one safe place left. ‘Dead Fang Hotel’ But it’s not a sanctuary for all its residents. For Bree it is nothing but a prison. A prison in which to hide from her enemies and the horrors of her dark past. She hates the place and after being carted back there after yet another attempt at escape decides that she has had enough of her constant captivity. Things have to change. The biggest change comes in the form of a tall, dark, sexy as hell vampire assassin. Gabriel But as the two grow ever closer she begins to worry that her past may cost her even more pain than it already has. I mean who could love a Fangless vampire. *This book is Intended for mature YA/Adult audiences due to sexual content*
At the age of 16 E.M. Reders watched a certain boy wizard movie and instantly wanted to read the books. Since that day she has been an addictive reader of fantasy both YA and Adult and now 10 years later is bringing her own fantasy series to life. When she isn’t nose deep in her Kindle or typing away she is chasing round 2 (soon to be 3, or 4 if you include the husband) children and a crazy dog.
“Superbly crafted and flawlessly executed, Eubanks doles out both plot and back-story in small doses, expertly keeping readers turning page after page.” —Kirkus Reviews
Jillian Braedon possesses a secret so explosive that she must be silenced. On the run with her five-year-old daughter, stranded in the middle of a blizzard and critically injured, Jill sends little Valerie off into the raging storm alone. The child stumbles onto the property of retired musician-turned-recluse, John Mills, begging for help. John soon finds himself caught up in their torment, and face-to-face with the pursuing covert agents, who will do anything to destroy the secret, and silence everyone involved.
About the Author
Jamie Eubanks was born in Blythe, California and has traveled the country extensively, living in various places in the USA, including Vermont, Massachusetts, Florida, Arizona, Louisiana & California. She has enjoyed a wide array of professions, including entertainer (bass player & singer in various night clubs), acquisitions at “The Jewish Community News” (San Gabriel & Pomona Valley issues), and presently runs a small private investigations firm in Southern California. She is also a regular at the Red Dragon Karate studio in Azusa, CA.
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I’ve been quite busy with writing the last few months. I’ve also decided to do a creative writing course in the near future.
In the meantime, here are some extracts of things I have in the pipeline.
I’m currently working on an adaptation of a classic sci-fi for radio AND I’ve started a writing group in Glasgow’s West End. Busy busy busy!