With these simple techniques, we have the building blocks to solve our troubles and thrive. Surviving loss, overcoming guilt, depression, and anxiety, improving relationships, finding personal power, and so much more can be learned in these pages. We all suffer in varying degrees at times in our lives. Our suffering is mostly due to life circumstance, loss, or other people's behavior toward us. While deeper probing into our psyche with a therapist or plunging ourselves into the depths of self-discovery can yield greater self-understanding and significant life change, this simple guide offers immediate solutions that do not require change in the people around us, or our life circumstance. Even so, these easy techniques most often result in a productive change in both. Various topics include: calming down, knowing your worth, productive thinking, constructive communication, listening, taking charge of your life, being your own person, using anger wisely, defeating jealousy, battling depression, surviving abuse, overcoming trauma, tempering judgement, learning to be centered, and many many more.
Fate? Free will? What is it to be human? Are we singular or multi-dimensional? Beyond our perceptions is a network of energy currents that take us on this amazing journey called life. Our self, while generally considered a solo identity, is but one horse on the carousel of our being. On the other side of self, our connection to our plurality, and all plurality, makes up the fabric of life. The human journey is a quilt of experiencing an identity, missions that motivate us, currents that pull us in various directions, drama rich with interaction, adventures in connecting and repelling, experiences that heighten our senses, abundant folly that teaches us, tragedy that rebirths us, cycles of anything, and the synchronicity of everything. In-between it all is the reality of non reality, that of no space and time, that of creative energy before it creates. Join a woman and her sage, known as the Fool on the Hill, in Book Three of the Other Side Trilogy on an inner world adventure to the other side of self. The woman, beat up from the torrents of life, has come home to care for her father, who is dying from dementia. Due to his dementia and metaphysical experience, he can easily connect to worlds beyond the one in which his identity resides. The Fool on the Hill appears and takes both woman and father on a wild ride into the rich wonderland of plurality where they explore quantum physical realities that weave together the mysteries of life.
The space opera begins with a whimper, but here comes the bang. Johnny has taken to the stars on a mission to stabilize the troubled cosmos. On earth, Jensea is trying to stabilize her homelife with newborns, along with Tupuro as her bodyguard. The Shens and Tazmarks are now one big happy family, well, sort of. Events heat up when a new threat arises. The most powerful creature in existence conspires to end the universe, and create another, even though he is only two feet tall. Johnny discovers a golden disc, a whirling portal of time, space, and all its secrets. A disturbing revelation has come to light. The universe needs the creature who is trying to end it. Tazmarks love to play life and death games, but this game is rigged, and time is running out.
Sometimes good and evil must come together for something magical to happen. When earth's most powerful demon falls in love with a human angel burgeoning into the most powerful good--the adventure begins. When people call for help, Angels come. When people call for chaos, Tazmarks (vampire-like, time-bending beings with dragon genetics) grant their wish. In that, Johnny reigns supreme. After nine hundred years of wreaking chaos and causing calamity in the world, he has finally met his match. Worlds collide when, out of sheer boredom, he is compelled to play guardian devil to an endangered earthbound angel whose powers could burn him to oblivion. Confusing matters are the changes they incite in each other, and a magnetic attraction neither of them want. Given their antithetical natures, this triggers a chain reaction of unexpected events. In this, they begin to pioneer a change in natural law that will eventually affect the whole earth and beyond.
Out of the frying pan, and into the fire. Johnny's fire. Jump into the next adventure with Johnny and Jens a in a heart-pounding plot that encompasses the brightest and darkest realms of existence. Johnny, a seductive, vampiric, magical, time-bending being is compelled to incite chaos all over the earth. In love with Jens a, a human Angel, who is compelled to create harmony on earth), he is weakened by minimizing his destructive exploits for her sake. His choice is to perish . . . or-to reclaim his full power. And if johnny regains his full power, what will he do with his Angel? And what will he do when he has an opportunity to destroy earth and rule another world? An Angel's touch can be quite powerful, but it remains to be seen if it is powerful enough to prove love true, stabilize chaos, and save the earth. Told from Johnny's point of view, Book Two delves deeper into Johnny's world as he confronts his heritage, while on the ride of a lifetime through unpredictable twists and turns with supernatural beings in a mystery unfolding. Johnny reaches for the stars (literally) with one hand, and drags his human angel along with the other into time-space dimensions and dark experiences she'd prefer to forfeit. But as johnny would say, "Ah, to play the play." This story elicits laughter, tears, and heart-warming enlightenment in the face of violence, in a world of nightmares, with a touch of love.
What happens when good and evil are stalemated, and saving the world depends on a warrior who cannot love, and a priestess who cannot fight? It happened in the mystical magical Dark Ages in a Province called Kantine, ruled by Sakajians. Sakajian warlords vied for power, the mightiest of whom controlled even the king. Brotherhood was vague. Sisterhood was held only by the Priestesses of the Mist, who were nearly diminished. An epic romance is featured in this medieval mystery. Kamara Lania is a priestess striving to unite the realm with the divine love. Meanwhile, a violent self-serving warlord, Kayent Ketola, is acquiring dominion of the realm on his journey to become king. They are both thwarted by a supernatural being, the "Cold One" consuming the world, because good and evil in their extremes, always fall. Mystical interplay throws the Priestess and the Warlord into a harrowing and complicated, even comical transformation, where they each must become more like the other to keep the world from fading into nothing. Excerpt: She crawled carefully through dancing feet, under clanking swords, and a rain of blood. She heard whisking and whipping, thumps and thuds, grunts and groans, curses, prayers, and the blasting beat of a thousand hearts, the world yet spinning round and round. She prayed the warriors would be too engaged in battle to bother with her. Her gown kept catching under her knees, pulling the neck down around her shoulders. Metal feet slammed down around her. Something wet poured over her neck and dripped down her skin curving around her throat. It smelled like blood. However, everything reeked of blood. She kept moving, forbidding tears, wishing she'd drank a second glass of wine, for the elixir seemed to distance her somewhat from the horrors she normally felt. Ahead, on the outskirts of the battle, she glimpsed a lone oak tree ahead of her, looming there, a live thing, like a mother bidding her to come and fall upon her breast. Thinking only of the tree, the tree, the beautiful tree, she found herself more quickly there. She dropped her shoulder against the fragrant bark, and curled into a tight ball, very still, afraid to move, lest a knife come flying at her, the way Kayent had once told her it could. Her eyes were closed, but the image of swords and bludgeoned bodies flashed erratically in her mind. This battle was like the one in her nightmare: warriors, swords, arrows, blood; and she curled against a tree, trembling in her dirty white gown. Would the Cold One appear next? Her arm was snatched. Someone pulled her forward so swiftly, she felt like a shooting star. Her vision blurred, so fast they did run. When they stopped, she fell to her hands and knees in the thick foliage, panting hard with burning lungs. Someone stood next to her. Would she now behold The Cold One? What was, was; and what was to be, was to be. She could not change it, so she sat back on her knees and looked up to see dust covered leather pants, and a sword dripping blood. Raising her eyes further, she saw Kayent 's face. It was Kayent who towered over her Her hand flew to her heart. "You aren't The Cold One." He squatted, resting the sword over his knees. "I don't know about that."
