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Mount Taishan, China 1486 BCE
Humans have marked the tales of destiny and fate on the walls of caves since time began. But surprisingly, the first evidenced comet, Lao-Tien-Yeh 老天葉 is not documented until 1486 BCE. By estimates today, the comet was four times brighter than the full moon. Still, it was unusual that only the scholars in China recorded it for posterity.
An old monk climbs Mount Tai to witness the growing event. A reunion, deemed insignificant at first, introduces the monk to what eventually becomes the tenets behind Universal Truth. Principles of life that shape the foundation of Buddhism. He won't have the chance to tell anyone, though, for an ancient force also stirs with the comet.
Taishan was the last of her kind. Awakened by the nightless day, she guards an isolated valley claimed in battle from an earlier emperor. She still has the scars. The comet has all but erased any protection provided by the cover of night. The ten tails that trailed behind were another worry. They mirrored what appeared the night the old girl was born. An omen. A prophecy. A battle. A disaster. In that scenario, no one wins. Taishan was determined to die here. Her unborn would vanish with her unless the old monk can change their destiny.
There are moments when we realize how fragile life is; how sacred the vows of compassion are. A soul becoming resplendent is hard-earned. A lifetime of serving others is the only way to get there.
It takes a thousand years before the Buddhist doctrine is discovered again.
Hanalei Bay, Hawaii Three Days Ago...
Calvin's forgotten childhood promise sat locked in a drawer for fifty years, placed there by an ancient and bitter darkness. However, the obligation behind it had begun long before ever being bargained. It has woven through time and collected a would-be grandfather, a ragged old cat, and not the least of which, a renewed interest of the grey ladies, the Fates. You see, Clotho is the sister who spins the threads of life and destiny, and once upon a time, the sister tied these three souls together.
Now, while caring for a recently rescued kitten, an accident occurs that blurs the lines between fantasy and reality. Every imaginary friend that had ever visited Calvin in dreams has been tugged home again by the thread. Every Grumpmuffin, Gigglemonk, Cuddlemonk, Ticklemonk, and Adamsville Fairy expects to have their say. It has been a long time since a human has breached the veil and been able to hold a conversation. They intend to make the most of it.
Harsh questions will be asked, secrets will be shared, and the truth will stand revealed. But, like the Chinese monk before him, Calvin will not have the chance to tell anyone. Once again, an ancient force stirs
Although Twain, Tesla, Barrie, Warhol, The Apollo 12/Intrepid Landing Module, Perun--the Slavic God of Thunder, Some Quantum Foam, and a wee bit of lost faith all make appearances ... it may not be enough.
Comet Lao-Tien-Yeh 老天葉 is now designated 12P/Pons-Brooks, and it is fast approaching.
This book, along with 'A Persistence Of Dreams' are the first two in a planned trilogy. It is the completion of a promise I made to my Grandparents. I specifically gave my grandfather, my word in the summer of 1966 after he had given me a journal. I'm fairly certain he was busy and hedging his bet about keeping me entertained for two weeks, but still, he had planted the thought. Regardless, Adamsville, Tennessee, held other adventures for us that summer, and I never got around to it. These books are that promise fulfilled; this is his story. He wanted me to tell him a tall tale, a 'whopper' he said. I don't know that I have done that, but I gave it my all. The thing is, the world has changed since then. It is a tale of hindsight, of choices and consequences, of lost and newly encountered friends, of courage and redemption, of hopefully finding our way out of the darkness growing once again.
A thousand different pieces. A million clues. If we find our hearts, we get paradise again. You see, God works in mysterious ways. But it has given us free will and placed the clues in plain sight. The story was written and placed in a library of forever, then lost. But with any jigsaw puzzle, you begin with the edges and follow the colors. The patterns build with every piece laid until the bigger picture emerges. We only find magic when we look for it.
I found hope in the old tales. I believe we all have a book that resides somewhere within our hearts. Whether or not we pull it into reality is always one of persistence. My tales took on a life of their own. What started as a debt paid, grew into something beyond my wildest imagination. I hope I can do it justice. As usual, any errors are on me; I tried to catch them all; I'm sure I did not succeed. I figure if I keep you entertained, you might forgive me for missing a comma or two. I hope that you find something to enjoy.
Humans have marked the tales of destiny and fate on the walls of caves since time began. But surprisingly, the first evidenced comet, Lao-Tien-Yeh 老天葉 is not documented until 1486 BCE. By estimates today, the comet was four times brighter than the full moon. Still, it was unusual that only the scholars in China recorded it for posterity.
An old monk climbs Mount Tai to witness the growing event. A reunion, deemed insignificant at first, introduces the monk to what eventually becomes the tenets behind Universal Truth. Principles of life that shape the foundation of Buddhism. He won't have the chance to tell anyone, though, for an ancient force also stirs with the comet.
Taishan was the last of her kind. Awakened by the nightless day, she guards an isolated valley claimed in battle from an earlier emperor. She still has the scars. The comet has all but erased any protection provided by the cover of night. The ten tails that trailed behind were another worry. They mirrored what appeared the night the old girl was born. An omen. A prophecy. A battle. A disaster. In that scenario, no one wins. Taishan was determined to die here. Her unborn would vanish with her unless the old monk can change their destiny.
There are moments when we realize how fragile life is; how sacred the vows of compassion are. A soul becoming resplendent is hard-earned. A lifetime of serving others is the only way to get there.
It takes a thousand years before the Buddhist doctrine is discovered again.
Hanalei Bay, Hawaii Three Days Ago...
Calvin's forgotten childhood promise sat locked in a drawer for fifty years, placed there by an ancient and bitter darkness. However, the obligation behind it had begun long before ever being bargained. It has woven through time and collected a would-be grandfather, a ragged old cat, and not the least of which, a renewed interest of the grey ladies, the Fates. You see, Clotho is the sister who spins the threads of life and destiny, and once upon a time, the sister tied these three souls together.
Now, while caring for a recently rescued kitten, an accident occurs that blurs the lines between fantasy and reality. Every imaginary friend that had ever visited Calvin in dreams has been tugged home again by the thread. Every Grumpmuffin, Gigglemonk, Cuddlemonk, Ticklemonk, and Adamsville Fairy expects to have their say. It has been a long time since a human has breached the veil and been able to hold a conversation. They intend to make the most of it.
Harsh questions will be asked, secrets will be shared, and the truth will stand revealed. But, like the Chinese monk before him, Calvin will not have the chance to tell anyone. Once again, an ancient force stirs
Although Twain, Tesla, Barrie, Warhol, The Apollo 12/Intrepid Landing Module, Perun--the Slavic God of Thunder, Some Quantum Foam, and a wee bit of lost faith all make appearances ... it may not be enough.
Comet Lao-Tien-Yeh 老天葉 is now designated 12P/Pons-Brooks, and it is fast approaching.
This book, along with 'A Persistence Of Dreams' are the first two in a planned trilogy. It is the completion of a promise I made to my Grandparents. I specifically gave my grandfather, my word in the summer of 1966 after he had given me a journal. I'm fairly certain he was busy and hedging his bet about keeping me entertained for two weeks, but still, he had planted the thought. Regardless, Adamsville, Tennessee, held other adventures for us that summer, and I never got around to it. These books are that promise fulfilled; this is his story. He wanted me to tell him a tall tale, a 'whopper' he said. I don't know that I have done that, but I gave it my all. The thing is, the world has changed since then. It is a tale of hindsight, of choices and consequences, of lost and newly encountered friends, of courage and redemption, of hopefully finding our way out of the darkness growing once again.
A thousand different pieces. A million clues. If we find our hearts, we get paradise again. You see, God works in mysterious ways. But it has given us free will and placed the clues in plain sight. The story was written and placed in a library of forever, then lost. But with any jigsaw puzzle, you begin with the edges and follow the colors. The patterns build with every piece laid until the bigger picture emerges. We only find magic when we look for it.
I found hope in the old tales. I believe we all have a book that resides somewhere within our hearts. Whether or not we pull it into reality is always one of persistence. My tales took on a life of their own. What started as a debt paid, grew into something beyond my wildest imagination. I hope I can do it justice. As usual, any errors are on me; I tried to catch them all; I'm sure I did not succeed. I figure if I keep you entertained, you might forgive me for missing a comma or two. I hope that you find something to enjoy.
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940158644054 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | James Qualls |
| Publication date: | 07/10/2017 |
| Series: | The Dreams Saga , #1 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 265 |
| File size: | 686 KB |
About the Author
This book and A Persistence Of Dreams, are the first two in a planned trilogy. It is the completion of a promise I made to my Grandfather. I gave him my word in the summer of 1966 after he had given me a journal. I'm fairly certain he was busy and hedging his bet about keeping me entertained for two weeks. Regardless, Adamsville, Tennessee, held other adventures for us that summer, and I never got around to it. These books are that promise fulfilled; this is his story.
It's all been building from here. The cast of Gathering is in trouble. Every two thousand years, a change takes place, the world changes. But for a smooth transition, the pieces have to be put in place. Personalities get awakened. A cast of wanderers and warriors find themselves drawn together A new group, forged in fire, comes forward.
A thousand different pieces. A million clues. If we find our hearts, we get paradise again. You see, God works in mysterious ways. But it has given us free will and placed the clues in plain sight. The story was written and placed in a library of forever, then lost. But with any jigsaw puzzle, you begin with the edges and follow the colors. The patterns build with every piece laid until the bigger picture emerges. We only find magic when we look for it.
"A wish is just a wish until it is wished." What would you wish for if you knew that time was running out? What if you gathered your dreams and wrote them all on index cards? What if you trusted the universe to look over your shoulder, to guide your hands while you shuffled, then stacked them face down? Would you have the courage to follow through? Could you find it in your heart to believe? Could you believe in miracles? Could you believe in magic? What would you trade? What is a dream worth? What if the first card turned was, 'Faith.'
I found hope in the old tales. I believe we all have a book that resides somewhere within our hearts. Whether or not we pull it into reality is always one of persistence. My tales took on a life of their own. What started as a debt paid, grew into something beyond my wildest imagination. I hope I can do it justice. As usual, any errors are on me; I tried to catch them all; I am sure I did not succeed. I figure if I keep you entertained, you might forgive me for missing a comma or two. I hope that you find something you enjoy.
It's all been building from here. The cast of Gathering is in trouble. Every two thousand years, a change takes place, the world changes. But for a smooth transition, the pieces have to be put in place. Personalities get awakened. A cast of wanderers and warriors find themselves drawn together A new group, forged in fire, comes forward.
A thousand different pieces. A million clues. If we find our hearts, we get paradise again. You see, God works in mysterious ways. But it has given us free will and placed the clues in plain sight. The story was written and placed in a library of forever, then lost. But with any jigsaw puzzle, you begin with the edges and follow the colors. The patterns build with every piece laid until the bigger picture emerges. We only find magic when we look for it.
"A wish is just a wish until it is wished." What would you wish for if you knew that time was running out? What if you gathered your dreams and wrote them all on index cards? What if you trusted the universe to look over your shoulder, to guide your hands while you shuffled, then stacked them face down? Would you have the courage to follow through? Could you find it in your heart to believe? Could you believe in miracles? Could you believe in magic? What would you trade? What is a dream worth? What if the first card turned was, 'Faith.'
I found hope in the old tales. I believe we all have a book that resides somewhere within our hearts. Whether or not we pull it into reality is always one of persistence. My tales took on a life of their own. What started as a debt paid, grew into something beyond my wildest imagination. I hope I can do it justice. As usual, any errors are on me; I tried to catch them all; I am sure I did not succeed. I figure if I keep you entertained, you might forgive me for missing a comma or two. I hope that you find something you enjoy.
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