This book is as real and chilling as the evening news. If you like conspiracy theories you will love this story. Anna is just an ordinary woman until her relentless search for answers ends up with knowledge of the way to step across into different dimensions. At first it seems like a dream come true until the world around her begins to change and the secret gets out. The wrong people want the knowledge for their own evil purposes. They will do anything to learn the secret but what they don't know is not just anyone can step across. The world is in chaos, conspiracies are rampant, goverments are pushing GMO seeds that won't reproduce, chem trails cover the skies, weather patterns have gone crazy, the truth of the one world order is unfolding, terrorism is everywhere and always the rumors of aliens coming to earth. Everyone is looking for answers and Anna has the one they want most. Forced to flee the country she lives in she goes to cover and escapes their eyes for a while. But there are spies everywhere and some can read your thoughts. She must take her knowledge and flee the earth completely but even the best plan can go very wrong .......... Below is an excerpt from this chilling story.

  

    As she looked up at the night sky, slightly to the north of her, she saw a group of the stars shift. Her stomach turned and felt nauseous and she drew in a sharp breath. Jim looked at her and then looked up where she was silently pointing. As they watched, the star group shifted again.
    “What the hell.” Jim dropped his cigarette and rubbed it out with his foot without taking his eyes off the stars. The star group shifted a third time and then blurred and dropped down toward them turning into dozens of objects with lights. They hovered there for a few seconds and then begin to move toward their location still very high up in the sky.
    Anna sprinted toward a shed by the road and Jim ran behind her. They shoved the door open and ducked inside turning to look out toward the sky. The objects assumed shapes like a mixed variety of spacecraft. Some round, some cigar shaped some like the space shuttle or a stealth bomber. They were still very high and only the array of lights on each craft gave hints to their shapes.
    Anna looked toward the house ablaze with party lights. She could hear laughter, tinkling glasses and music. No one but she and her brother seemed aware of the horror right above them. The space crafts seemed to be moving very slowly but that could be partly due to their height above the earth. They were gradually curving and heading toward the east. Soon they would be right over them.
    “What the hell are they Anna?”
    “I don’t know for sure,” she whispered, “but I feel like they can see us. I feel fear and I wish I could crawl in a hole somewhere. God help us. Should we alert the rest?”
    “I’m not going outside. Maybe they’ll just fly over, they look pretty high up.”
    They watched in silence as the battalion of space craft flew in a tight formation across the night sky. There were dozens of them, all threatening and fearful carrying dread as they slipped quietly through the dark night. Anna felt a palpating fear she had never dreamed possible as she clung to her brother in the dark in her neighbors shed. It was as though a miasma of dread fell from the crafts, reaching with evil hands toward them. As though she were under an evil spell, she could not take her eyes off of them .
    As Anna and Jim watched, the spacecraft seemed to drop a little lower and continue down the valley. After what seemed like hours but in reality was only minutes the lights disappeared into the east and they walked out of the shed and back to Anna’s truck.

She was shaking inside and her knees felt weak as noodles. She clung to her brother until she reached the truck where she slumped against it.
    Jim lit a cigarette and she saw his hands shake.....“What do you think they are Anna? UFO’s, green men from Mars? You’re the one that is always studying the spooky stuff … so what are they?”
  “Fallen angels Jim, I'm sure that is what they are.” “Fallen angels … why would they need space ships, they have wings.”......... “You don’t understand Jim … if you’d read that book I gave you months ago you’d know. It is part of their plan to claim the earth and all it's people in a last attempt to go against God. You need to read it … it’s too much to explain.”
    “Ok, I’m going home and read it right now. Shit, this is too frigin creepy for me. Where do you think they were going?”
    “I don’t know but if that book is right, a part of our own government is involved with them and they have places they meet. The marine base is down that way so who knows. The government thinks that they are UFO’s so they are trading things for their technology. You just have to read the book, and then you’ll understand.” ....... “Trading things, what kind of things do we have to trade?”.......... “Mankinds freedom ... think about the restrictions already, the spies ... Read the book.”.......... “You think their gone then?” .......... “For now. They aren’t ready to show themselves yet so we have time to get out of here. I mean really get out of here, like we have discussed.” ..... “Yeah, that idea of yours sounds better all the time."

That had been nearly a year ago and now the horrible alien craft were still crossing the skies at night and the battle had begun. The governments were controlling nearly everything and watching everyone. No place on earth was safe from government spies and the terrorists, so she was leaving it all in the morning with her brother and her dog and whatever she could shove in her backpack.

Later on this year I will make available one or two chapters of the book for you to download and read! It is an exciting book to write and I know you will be on the edge of your seat reading it.







This book will be completely different from the one above. It is about a journey through life, something we all must do between birth and death. For some it harder than for others. The way that we accomplish that journey and what we learn from it can be different too. Some people seem to float through life with no problems, no grief with every box ticked and a road map to the end. Others stumble and fall, pick themselves up and try different roads continually. This story is more about the latter but how many times can you pick yourself up and put one foot in front of the other and try again and again? This story is about my life with all it's little or big pitfalls. How much can you take, how do you go on when you want to die? Where do you turn when no one wants to know you or help? When joy comes, do you trust it and embrace it or flee because you can't bear to lose one more time? This is an honest book with real challenges and the ways I got through them, sometimes very poorly and other times not so bad. I hope it will be interesting, memorable and helpful. You are not alone and you can do it!

   

     This is not a religious journey but in many ways it is a spiritual one. It is for anyone who has ever been hurt by a partner, spouse, friend, relative, church or pastor, priest or worker. If you have ever lost hope or you know someone who has, maybe my words will help you to find your own path, your own missing pieces to your journey of life

    This is a true story and it is my story but I have written it in third person like a novel and I have a reason for doing that. I have already lived the things you will read. I am looking back writing it from memory, many scribbled notes, short stories written at the time plus recall from friends and relatives. Since it is a story of the past, I decided to write it in third person so I could put in many of the things that I may not have known at the time but found out later on. If I write the story in this manner, you will be able to see and hear what others were thinking and doing that caused things to come out the way they did. It also gives more anonymity to characters who were actual people in the situations. The names have been changed for the good of all. It does not really matter WHO anyone was in the real story. It is what happened and how I was able to go on despite it all that matters.
    At the end of each part, I will put some thoughts in as to how I felt after I brought all the memories into my mind and experienced the things that happened again after many years. When you go back and recall things from your past, it can be like opening Pandora's Box and bring back the same pain and loss. Writing it all down can be very healing too so I would encourage anyone who has been hurt in the past to try it. Be warned that the healing may not come right after you write the memories down. At first, you will have anger, maybe a lot of anger but you will also have some answers. You have to decide how to take those answers and do something with them.
    I have to tell you that this story isn't a Sunday school lesson or a carefully choreographed play with a storybook ending. I am not a doctor or a pastor's wife and I don't have, never have had a lot of money. I'm pretty ordinary, just like you, which is part of the reason I wanted to write this. I've read a lot of stories about people who have come through things and they all seemed to have an edge that the rest of us don't have. I wanted to write my story so you could see that everyone has bad stuff happen and everyone can get through it, rich or poor.

    This story isn't always pretty either. I tell it like it was. I tell the good, the bad and the ugly about me and the people involved in my life. I wasn't a saint and some times I ran off the rail and I talk about it here. It's life and life isn't perfect or always rosy but we all live it to one degree or another.
    I have told my story as real as it was. I'm a person that hates grey areas. To me things are black or white, nothing in between. I don't believe in sugar coating and I think too much of that happens now days. There is too much complacency, to much fear of offending, not enough tough love.
    I consider myself a Christian but sometimes even that is just a title to stick in someone's face to make a person look or feel better. I prefer to say I believe in God, I trust Him and I know from my own experience that He is real. I believe in Jesus Christ and salvation through His name. I believe in the Holy Spirit and His directing in your spirit. I believe in miracles because I have had my share and I believe in prayer. I don't believe in church as the only answer but I don't condemn churches in general either. They are run for the most part by people and people are not perfect.
    When it comes to trust I am probably lacking in that area. That is a very important thing…trust. We need to trust others and we need to be trustworthy but we can't rely one hundred percent on anyone or we will be hurt and disappointed. We put too much pressure on people if we rely on them to never fail and then blame them when they do. To me, God is who I trust and count on. Next, I trust myself to hear His directing in my decisions about life, in my action and treatment of others and now, in writing this, sharing my life with you. I don't always get it but I am still trying.

EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOK

From Part 1 ~ The Deacon

      Somewhere in her spirit, there were questions and warnings but she threw caution to the wind and disregarded them. Since she had started going back to church, the promiscuity she had indulged in the last few years burned in her mind. It felt right to be marrying a deacon in the church where she had made her commitment to God. Marriage to a Godly man in leadership would certainly offset the sexual sin and put her on the right path with God. At least that was what she told herself.

A few weeks after the wedding ~

      Suddenly he grabbed her hair, yanking her out the door, he dragged her to the bed, and threw her across it. In a rage, he screamed obscenities in her face calling her a worthless, lazy slut and a whore. He began brutally assaulting her as he continued the dialog of anger and hate ...... Rick finally fell off her in a dazed stupor and went to sleep. Melissa turned away from him, curled in a fetal position, and tried not to shake or cry. She lay awake all night in fear that if she moved he would wake and start on her again. She ached horribly in body and spirit and knew true fear for the first time in her life.
      The next morning she crawled quietly out of bed, crept to the bathroom, locked the door, and took a shower. She couldn't wash off the feeling of violation and pain. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her face swollen from his hands. Bruises were showing up all over her body. When she dressed and went into the kitchen Rick was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.
      She couldn't look him in the eyes. When she walked past him and picked up her coffee, he reached out and touched her arm. She recoiled from his touch and he gripped her arm tightly. Pulling her over to him against the table, he spoke to her in a gruff voice.
      "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to hurt you or raise my voice. Sometimes I just lose my temper when I hear lies. I'm under a lot of stress right now and I can't help the way I react. I have asked God to forgive me. He understands how I feel and you need to learn too. I hope you get it now. It's simple…no more lies and it won't happen again. Oh, and no whining off to anyone about it either, it's between you and me and God."
      Melissa still couldn't look at Rick but she was afraid if she didn't he would get mad again. She heard a voice that wasn't her own saying, "It's OK. I guess marriage is hard at first. You scared me though."       He stood up still holding her arm and hugged her roughly, adding with a sneer in his voice. "Don't' worry, you'll get used to being married. It's not like shacking up and sleeping around the way you've done in the past. You'll learn what real sex with a husband is like."
      With those words, he shoved her roughly away from him. She hit against the sink, jolting the coffee cup still in her hand. Rick walked out the door, got in his car and drove down the road.
      Melissa stood frozen in time staring at the coffee running down the front of her shirt and pants to the floor from the cup still in her hand. So this was the price she was going to pay for her promiscuous acts. Why had she told Rick about them and why did she suddenly long for Darrel.
      This was a completely new way of life for Melissa and she had no idea what to do but hope it wouldn't happen again. Inside she feared it would. She hadn't lied to him about who was on the phone the night before when she answered it. It had only been her dad reminding them about lunch on Sunday. The more she denied it the more angry he got. She had no one to discuss it with and no idea how to cope or what it all meant. How could your husband rape you, who would you tell, and why would they believe you? Husbands had more rights then boyfriends or strangers. In addition, he was a deacon, a man of God, how could he do something so awful. In the end she concluded … as her husband was it that awful.

From Part 2 ~ Fifteen years later ~ The Interlude

      At four in the morning, she was wakened by banging on the front door and a voice yelling. She got up and went to the door. It was pouring rain and the wind was blowing it at an angle. She opened the door and her mother stood on the porch soaking wet.        "Daddy's dead, he's dead."
       Melissa heard someone screaming and the sound kept going and going through her mind. A terrible primal scream and her spirit flew through the rain trying to stop the explosion and time stopped except for the rain and wind and the animal scream.
      She didn't know when she found out it was her screaming. She had passed out from the shock. Don had brought her mom in the house and put Melissa on the couch. He had gone up to her parents home and found her father, dead in his bed just as her mom had said. It was a heart attack. He had never complained of pain or discomfort or shown any signs of being sick.
       What followed were days or such terrible sorrow that Melissa could never recall them. Her father had always been her best friend, he confidant, her mentor. Her doctor had prescribed her medicine and sent her to bed for the sake of the baby. She had been allowed to go to the funeral and then sent to bed. Right after the funeral, they put her mom on a plane to Washington to stay with a couple who had been their friends for twenty-five years. She promised Melissa she would come back in time for the baby.

Two months later ~

      The next two months went by but Melissa wasn't sure how. She kept thinking that the baby would help everyone to heal. The baby would give her mother something to live for. The baby would bring some sort of joy back into their lives......
      The doctor came in and advised calling all her family and the pastor to come in. He knew he could not save both Melissa and the baby but maybe one. They gave her more injections and she passed out only to awaken to a nurse telling her that her baby hadn't been well and she was so sorry.

From Part 3 ~ Eight years later ~ All the kings horses

      Melissa woke to the sound of running water. She lay snuggled under the covers for a while and the sound began to sooth her back to sleep. She made herself wake up and the memories of what was going to happen today flooded back into her mind.
       This was her chance to lead a ride all on her own into White Water Canyon. Her friend Faith was taking some wealthy customers on a ride in the Indian Canyons above Palm Springs so she wouldn't be there. Melissa felt a bit of arrogant self-satisfaction with the idea of finally getting to lead a ride without Faith stealing the show. She was her best friend but Melissa felt she could lead a ride as good as Faith and was glad for the chance to prove it.
      When she heard the water in the shower shut off, she sat up, threw back the blanket, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and put her feet on the floor. Her white Bull Terrier, Zeus looked at her from his pallet on the floor near the bed and wagged his tail lazily, showing his opinion of early morning.
       "I know Zeus, you think it is too early to be getting up on a Saturday morning. So do I, sort of but I told them I'd do this ride so I better get up."
       Her husband Don walked into the room just then with a towel wrapped around his waist. His curly dark hair was wet from the shower.
       "Zeus trying to talk you into staying in bed so he can sleep too?"
       "Oh you know him he'd lay about all day if he could. Once I leave he'll go back to bed anyway."
       "You sure you want to make that ride today? You have been working a lot of hours down at the shop since you let that groomer go. Maybe you should just go back to bed and rest yourself today."
      "Oh in a way I'd like to but I promised them I'd lead the ride and Faith is down at the Indian Canyons so she can't do it. They'd all be disappointed. I'm riding Moe anyway so at least that saves me a few miles riding Jazelle from here and then back."
       "That's what I thought you'd say. Just be careful. Moe is a handful. How come Mark ever let you ride his horse?"
       "Yeah, I know he is but he isn't a mean horse, just full of it. Mark has a teacher's thing today and he said he needed exercise so I might as well take him. I wish you were going too. That is such a pretty ride. There should be spring flowers too."
       "I'd go if I didn't have to work but we're under the gun on that one job so I have to get in there an do it."
       He had been dressing as they talked and was ready to walk out when Melissa pulled herself out of bed. He gave her a hug and a kiss and went out to the kitchen to get his coffee. Melissa headed for her own shower.
      A few minutes after Don left for work she jumped in her car and drove out the drive and down the road past the corrals. Jazelle looked up from her feed and nickered at her. She stopped and hollered out the window at her mare.
       "You get a break today girl, maybe tomorrow we will have a short ride. Don't pig out and eat your hay in a few minutes."
       She loved that mare. It did not matter how gaited those Fox Trotters were, none of them were as steady and reliable as her mare. A fleeting thought went through her mind that she should be taking her today but she pushed it aside. The chance to ride Moe was rare and she was lucky to have caught Dick in a generous mood. Moe was his prize Fox Trotter and a lot of horse. He wouldn't let just anyone ride that horse.
       By the time she reached the highway, she had convinced herself that Moe was the right choice of the horse to lead the ride. No one else would be riding a Fox Trotter so she would have to keep a slower pace but that was okay.

Nine hours later ~

      They were riding along the road in the hard dirt on the side. The sound of the horses hoofs hitting the hard dirt and the rattle of their curb chains was a relaxing symphony. Melissa felt good, tired but content. The ride had been a total success and all the riders were impressed and happy with the trail she had chosen. About thirty minutes before, she and Evelyn had split from the rest of the riders to show her a different trail into town.
      It was late enough in the afternoon for the sun to be close to the horizon. It was the time of day in the spring of the year when the colors are muted and the air is cool. They were only chatting in spurts and the main sound was the rhythm of the hoofs striking the hard dirt, a beat that went with the gentle rock of the saddle. The chains dangling from the bits had their own rhythm.
      That was the last sound that Melissa would hear for a very long time and the last memory she would ever have of that ride.

Well there are more parts and a lot more story. We aren't even half way through the book at this point. I think you can see already that I had some challenges in life and at this point in the above excerpts I was only 34 years old. It wasn't all bad though so don't think this is a doom and gloom story. I had some bad, hard times but I have had a lot of fun too and laughs and great and wonderful friends, lovers and family!

Well that's it for now. I have to finish this book and I'll let you know when it is ready. It has not been an easy book to write and I have to take it in spurts and then take a break from it. It is that Pandora's box thing ... sometimes too much stuff flies out and you have to leave it alone for a while!



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