Although Code of the King is the first book in a series of mystical-historical-new age thrillers, it also lays the groundwork for the whole series which includes alternate reality, alternate history, and the journey of one woman as she undergoes her own psychological transformation in the pursuit of ancient wisdom and how it relates to the mysteries of 2012 and the years beyond.
As you may know, book 2 is complete and book 3 is in its final stage, the editing and revisions going through their various hoops which, I believe, makes this book my best writing. The process of creation is a most wonderful human endeavor, one I love and cherish that can actually be a big part of my life. Because of the high energies that are present on the earth, this is a great time to be alive--one which can infuse whatever area of creativity we're drawn to. I urge you to tune in to the high vibrations around you, call in your spirit guides and angels and clear the way for the manifestations of your dreams and hopes.
This is the year of manifesting. 2010 has been declared the year of bringing to reality the positive patterns of change, focusing not on fear and negativity, but personal creativity to empower ourselves. Take the time to join with others to bring about healing and peace to our own lives and to the world. This is one invocation that can be used: From now on, I create balance, harmony, peace and healing in my life. And so it is.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Chapter 16 Excerpt: The Find of a Lifetime
Sydney adjusted the light as she stretched out on her belly, leaning her head into the hole. The glyphs seemed to be a rhyme--some kind of verse. She held onto the table leg and stretched further over the gaping hole. Trying to read the first line of the verse, her excitement rose, causing her hand to slip off the leg. Before she could right herself, she tumbled into the chamber. She hit the floor hard, kicking up dust that hung in the air. Gasping for breath, she lay on her back fearing the worst. Was anything broken?
The cave was huge, high-domed and rugged with stalagmites the size of temple columns. Then she saw it--a cartouche amid the symbols. She raised herself and crawled to the wall, bait held by the light, feeling herself in the throes of a peak experience only dreamed of by archeologists. Grid hieroglyphs, written in the form of the ancient of ancients and read either from right to left or vice versa. But the writing wasn't that old. What an anomaly! And something else stood out, something odd. The glyphs faced neither right or left. They faced both right and left, running together in a way that made no sense. She had never seen anything like this and felt totally out of her element. Yet it all somehow seemed ... familiar.
She had literally fallen into the biggest find of her life. Her senses became heightened with a fear that could easily overwhelm her. And at times her fear of panic was greater than the panic itself. Nothing seemed broken. But she was trapped. Alone. And scared to death.
The cave was huge, high-domed and rugged with stalagmites the size of temple columns. Then she saw it--a cartouche amid the symbols. She raised herself and crawled to the wall, bait held by the light, feeling herself in the throes of a peak experience only dreamed of by archeologists. Grid hieroglyphs, written in the form of the ancient of ancients and read either from right to left or vice versa. But the writing wasn't that old. What an anomaly! And something else stood out, something odd. The glyphs faced neither right or left. They faced both right and left, running together in a way that made no sense. She had never seen anything like this and felt totally out of her element. Yet it all somehow seemed ... familiar.
She had literally fallen into the biggest find of her life. Her senses became heightened with a fear that could easily overwhelm her. And at times her fear of panic was greater than the panic itself. Nothing seemed broken. But she was trapped. Alone. And scared to death.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Message from Thoth
Sydney and Thoth sat crosslegged on the floor of the Temple of the Code. He radiated power with a vaguely familiar warm glow that filled her with a sense of well-being. His was the mysterious voice she had heard since she left Santa Barbara.
"The planet is in the process of a dimensional shift. The Egyptians wrote of this time in their far future many times in the past. That is the reason for the return of the Shemsu Hor, the Followers of Horus. You have become accustomed to the quickened vibrations in the world, as many others have, allowing you easier access into the higher planes. This takes courage and responsibility because it removes people from the teachings of their traditional religious beliefs."
Sydney had faced the first challenge of initiation into the priesthood. As Set magnified her fears in the chamber, so the initiates were faced with the full horror of looking into the mirror and recognizing their truths. Their task was to overcome the fear, to pass on to the next level. She felt the same rhythm as the heartbeat of the stone in the cave, as a golden glow filled the chamber.
"Modern archeologists deny what is before their eyes, that the Egyptians were far more awakened than they can ever imagine or even accept. You have felt the heartbeat of the planet. You are conductors of this energy, attuned to the cosmic beat, reorienting the chaotic particle fields surrounding the planet. The Shemsu helped steady the planet thousands of years ago. I taught them 'As Above, So Below,' as the first lesson. You will again aid Gaia in her purification process and then ascend into the higher dimensions, and this time your karma will be complete."
Excerpted from Code of the King
"The planet is in the process of a dimensional shift. The Egyptians wrote of this time in their far future many times in the past. That is the reason for the return of the Shemsu Hor, the Followers of Horus. You have become accustomed to the quickened vibrations in the world, as many others have, allowing you easier access into the higher planes. This takes courage and responsibility because it removes people from the teachings of their traditional religious beliefs."
Sydney had faced the first challenge of initiation into the priesthood. As Set magnified her fears in the chamber, so the initiates were faced with the full horror of looking into the mirror and recognizing their truths. Their task was to overcome the fear, to pass on to the next level. She felt the same rhythm as the heartbeat of the stone in the cave, as a golden glow filled the chamber.
"Modern archeologists deny what is before their eyes, that the Egyptians were far more awakened than they can ever imagine or even accept. You have felt the heartbeat of the planet. You are conductors of this energy, attuned to the cosmic beat, reorienting the chaotic particle fields surrounding the planet. The Shemsu helped steady the planet thousands of years ago. I taught them 'As Above, So Below,' as the first lesson. You will again aid Gaia in her purification process and then ascend into the higher dimensions, and this time your karma will be complete."
Excerpted from Code of the King
Saturday, January 30, 2010
New Horizons
A new year begins and we all have the opportunity for a fresh start. For me new horizons are opening up in the form of book signings, readings, and presenting some workshops I've never done before. But why not? Code of the King has many threads weaving through it and offer opportunities to explore them with my readers. One of the surprises is readers' interest in hieroglyphs. I gave a brief lesson in the ancient art of picture writing and how the Egyptians were more right-brained than we are, which is one of the reasons it took so long for the glyphs to be decoded.
We think differently than they did and if we can put ourselves in their shoes, and minds, we'd be able to understand some of the mysteries. As Sydney says in the book, our archeologists cannot seem to get out of the rigid time-constrained way of thinking, and so whenever they find something that's dated to 10,000 BC, they say it must be a mistake--no human lived that far back. But times are changing. Several new workshops I'll be presenting will cover that premise. Stop by if you can. Here's the schedule. See my website for complete information.
Sat. 2/13, 10-5 Psychic Fair & Book Signing at the Mariott SpringHill Suites in Prescott
Sat. 3/6, 1-3 Egyptian Myth & Magic Workshop, $22, Vision Quest Bookstore, Scottsdale
We think differently than they did and if we can put ourselves in their shoes, and minds, we'd be able to understand some of the mysteries. As Sydney says in the book, our archeologists cannot seem to get out of the rigid time-constrained way of thinking, and so whenever they find something that's dated to 10,000 BC, they say it must be a mistake--no human lived that far back. But times are changing. Several new workshops I'll be presenting will cover that premise. Stop by if you can. Here's the schedule. See my website for complete information.
Sat. 2/13, 10-5 Psychic Fair & Book Signing at the Mariott SpringHill Suites in Prescott
Sat. 3/6, 1-3 Egyptian Myth & Magic Workshop, $22, Vision Quest Bookstore, Scottsdale
Thursday, December 31, 2009
A Pivotal Decade
As we celebrate the end of a decade filled with dramatic upheavals in the financial markets and housing foreclosures, emotional turmoil over unemployment, the aftermath of 9/11, corruption in high places of industry and politics, we have all looked for ways to survive the daily onslaughts of negative news, the latest diseases, and the pollution of our planet. So much information is thrust upon us via print and internet and TV, we are constantly challenged to sort it all it out in a way that makes sense to us. One of the ways I use is to keep in contact with consciousness groups and people who integrate the past with the present, enabling me to stay positive and to remember where I am in this journey back to Grace.
This is an excerpt from Patricia Diane Cota-Robles in New Age Study of Humanity's Purpose, a fitting finale to a decade of personal and global growth:
"On December 31, 2009, we will experience a Blue Moon Lunar Eclipse. The Beings of Light have revealed that this is going to be the most significant New Year we have experienced since our fall from Grace millions of years ago. This is a vitally important time for all of us to empower what we want to co-create in our individual lives and on this planet. Not only will our hopes, dreams, visions and Divine Intention be expanded a thousand times a thousandfold by the Company of Heaven, they will be exponentially expanded by the tremendous influx of Light we will experience on that sacred day."
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Take Time
We're about to commence the beginning of the holiday season with all its glitz and glamour, food, family and fun. What a great time of year it is. One of giving and receiving, sharing and connecting with friends and family, and those who are in the throes of dealing with the economic turmoil. If you find yourself with less this year, remember there is always someone with less than you. We can always find something to be grateful for. And can keep a flame burning in the heart that it is a great time to be alive.
Take time for yourself in the busy day. Have a cup of tea or a mochaccino, spend ten minutes looking at local art, read a few pages of the latest book you've discovered, call a friend. These are ways to feed the spirit, as we're feeding the body with all the holiday goodies. Take time to light the glint in your eye, the glow in your soul, the sweet delight in a child's laugh or an elder's memory. Time is as precious as any gem and cannot be stolen, but it can be wasted. Claim your Time, now more than ever.
Take time for yourself in the busy day. Have a cup of tea or a mochaccino, spend ten minutes looking at local art, read a few pages of the latest book you've discovered, call a friend. These are ways to feed the spirit, as we're feeding the body with all the holiday goodies. Take time to light the glint in your eye, the glow in your soul, the sweet delight in a child's laugh or an elder's memory. Time is as precious as any gem and cannot be stolen, but it can be wasted. Claim your Time, now more than ever.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Prologue
Jerusalem. Friday, 9:10 PM
A blast of hot air sent him reeling. Instinctively, his eyes
closed. The heat entered his nose, burning his lungs. He
shielded his face with one hand. With the other he felt the
back of his head where a sharp pain began. Where did that
staccato whirring come from? Was it the wind, or the anger
of the spirit ancestors?
He looked down into the dark cavern that hid its secrets
in the mists of hoary time, feeling its web of seduction
surround him.
Another searing sting on his right temple drove his head
sideways. He felt oozing warmth. Blood. The whirring grew
louder. Now he knew. He should not have disturbed their
resting place.
The Pool of Siloam beckoned with secrets that lay at the
deepest level, beneath the primitive stones. He had searched
a lifetime for this moment. An epochal portent of glory that
inevitably came with discovery of an ancient site.
He turned to the direction of the attack. In a flash it
came at him again and hit square in the forehead. He sank to
the ground.
This couldn’t be happening. Not to him, the most
renowned archeologist of the Herodian era. He tried to call
out, but his voice failed. His hand reached out, but no one
took it. Bitter bile leapt into his throat, fury spilling out of
every pore.
Where were they? Enraged that his constant followers,
who basked in his giant shadow over the years, had
vanished, he cursed their desertion and reveled in the
perverted notion they would no longer feel the warmth of his
sun.
Except one. A livid pang of remorse swept over him as
he saw her face one last time.
His consciousness jerked from his body. He rolled
uncontrollably toward the gaping maw. Scorching heat
greased his way. The long descent into the Cave of the
Matriarchs was the last journey he would ever take.
A blast of hot air sent him reeling. Instinctively, his eyes
closed. The heat entered his nose, burning his lungs. He
shielded his face with one hand. With the other he felt the
back of his head where a sharp pain began. Where did that
staccato whirring come from? Was it the wind, or the anger
of the spirit ancestors?
He looked down into the dark cavern that hid its secrets
in the mists of hoary time, feeling its web of seduction
surround him.
Another searing sting on his right temple drove his head
sideways. He felt oozing warmth. Blood. The whirring grew
louder. Now he knew. He should not have disturbed their
resting place.
The Pool of Siloam beckoned with secrets that lay at the
deepest level, beneath the primitive stones. He had searched
a lifetime for this moment. An epochal portent of glory that
inevitably came with discovery of an ancient site.
He turned to the direction of the attack. In a flash it
came at him again and hit square in the forehead. He sank to
the ground.
This couldn’t be happening. Not to him, the most
renowned archeologist of the Herodian era. He tried to call
out, but his voice failed. His hand reached out, but no one
took it. Bitter bile leapt into his throat, fury spilling out of
every pore.
Where were they? Enraged that his constant followers,
who basked in his giant shadow over the years, had
vanished, he cursed their desertion and reveled in the
perverted notion they would no longer feel the warmth of his
sun.
Except one. A livid pang of remorse swept over him as
he saw her face one last time.
His consciousness jerked from his body. He rolled
uncontrollably toward the gaping maw. Scorching heat
greased his way. The long descent into the Cave of the
Matriarchs was the last journey he would ever take.
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