At last, my beautiful new book, In Secret Diffusion: The Upper Realm Answers Questions About Earth, is in my hands! This second book of mine took a very, very long time to produce. But, it is finally a reality and so very beautiful that I forgive it for taking the slow boat. My proof copy arrived Monday night and I’ve been reading it ever since.
Real books read differently than computer screens or big page printouts, which is the only way I had seen my book during the months I was working on it or awaiting its appearance from the extremely-slow company, Outskirts Press of Parker, Colorado, that I had hired to do the cover and interior work on it. I’ll not go that route again, but will handle such operations myself.
Now I have placed my bulk order with my printer, Lightning Source, and by next week, will have books to send out to reviewers and to sell over this site, as well as my new under-construction website. Soon, there will be a way that you can order one here, for only $16.95, and then hold one of these beauties in your own hands. By mid-August, it will be sold by Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.com, as well as in the bookstores all over the world, along with my first book, Hey Boomers, Dust Off Your Backpacks: Travel The World On A Limited Budget.
If you will recall, this second book is my twelve-year-long interview with The Holy Spirit about a wide variety of questions that I was curious about concerning human beings, our planet and its relationship to other worlds and dimensions. There are many points involving our constant natural questions about spirituality, birth and death, as well as ordinary life itself. It’s a very interesting read.
Next month, my new website covering the spiritual side of my life: insecretdiffusion.com, (not ready yet, I’ll let you know when to go there) will be up and running and you may pose any questions that you would like asked of The Holy Spirit. I will answer them in my blog there. And if they mount up enough, another book of questions could result.
So, things are really perking around here. I’m planning my big marketing push for this new book with a talented team of social media professionals who are expert at internet marketing and all those proliferating social media sites. Electronic Word of Mouth!
I’m also working on my third book, And Yet, A Little While, which is a new age fiction, in script form, with stories illustrating the themes of In Secret Diffusion . That will be the first of my series of “Movies For Your Mind” books, of which I have about six already written. This one is almost finished and the cover art is completed, so it will be ready to go to the printer in August.
My fourth book, also a movie script, is The Insatiable Sea, based upon the true story of my father’s attempt to sail around the world in 1935. I will be rewriting it for about the fourth time, because some salty advisers of mine, Rich and Sara Jamula, gave me some excellent suggestions about extending the story to make it even better. I can see exactly how to incorporate their ideas. All I need is a little bit of time to focus exclusively on the task.
Their 60-foot sailing craft is moored at Clearwater Beach while Rich fits new masts. They have lived aboard for the past twelve years and I met them recently when it occurred to me that they could give me tips on the seaworthiness of my story. Father’s manuscript was so complete that I seem to have translated the information in the dialogue and scripting without any goofs. However, the old captain in the story mentions that he is an “old shellback,” and Rich suggested that I capitalize on that nautical tradition which is pretty much unknown to most people these days.
He’s right! I started my research immediately with Wikipedia and learned that sailors receive the title of “Shellback” in an initiation ceremony when they have sailed across the equator, which the ship in my story does, as it sails from Pago Pago, Samoa, to Hawaii. This tradition of the sea dates back hundreds of years, and in the old, rough days, there was a great deal of hazing during this rite of passage. If you take a cruise today on a ship crossing the equator, there will most likely be some sort of ceremony making shellbacks of all the fancy passengers, but the real maritime significance is always between the seasoned sailors and the un-equatored Polliwogs, sailors who have never crossed before.
I have fictionalized some of the extraneous details of this true story for the sake of rounding it out from my father’s simple and personal point of view. So even though he and the other unfortunates aboard the disaster-ridden Seth Parker, were probably too busy keeping the ship afloat when they crossed the equator, I can employ the tradition to set up the actual mutiny which came a little later in the voyage. What a great suggestion Rich had! My cover art for this book is also ready and things will go rapidly as soon as I can do the new writing on this one too.
In an earlier blog, I spoke about needing to get all my mules moving along in their accustomed lineup. Now that I have the lead mule under my own supervision again, I’m seeing my way clear along the narrow path of authorship and book production.
Oh Yessss! Oh Yesssss! Come dance a little jig with me! I’ve found a way to get off the planet! Yay! Yay! Yay! It’s a birthday present to myself and I begin my launch on September 11th…. 9/11… as a matter of fact. Oh Happy Day! I’ve discovered a way to really go within and then to come back out again.
With the FACTS, man! Right in my hand. Right in my head. Right in my memory! Woops! Too many good titles for this blog are suggesting themselves:
“HOW TO DIE FOR JUST A WEEKEND, BUT SHOW UP AT WORK ON MONDAY MORNING!”
What an exciting event awaits me in just two months from yesterday. Knowing now, that I have this in my future, feels just as if I had suddenly decided to travel around the world again to visit all of those strange, new countries I have never entered before. Except that I don’t have to do a thing except show up. No planning for it; no ticketing; no travel exhaustion. Just arrive at the appointed time and lie down and close my eyes.
“What?” you say, “you’re planning to die on us?” No, nothing so final as all that….but, almost as good.
Do you remember a few months back, that I blogged, with great enthusiasm, about two books by Michael Newton, PhD: Journey of Souls and Destiny of Souls? He had stumbled upon a way, through his hypnotherapy work, to send his clients not only to past lives, but to the in-between-lives stage where each soul reviews its previous life and plans the next one, the life that it is presently living. Newton learned how to witness what the soul experienced there and even how to interact, in real time, with its guides, its council elders, and other equal members of its soul group. I remember wishing as I read, that I could experience such a wonderful journey into my own interior landscape.
I ordered two more of Dr. Newton’s books: Memories of the Afterlife: Life Between Lives, Stories of Personal Transformation and Life Between Lives: Hypnotherapy For Spiritual Regression. By this time, Dr. Newton has retired from an active practice and devotes himself to the Newton Institute For Life Between Lives Hypnotherapy (TNI) which trains other hypnotherapists to do this specialized work. So, Memories is a compilation of their stories, which carry on the reports of many lives transformed through an understanding of what that soul has come to earth to accomplish. By now, these trained therapists can be found in twenty-two countries. Life Between Lives is actually a textbook for these practitioners, but I plan to read that, as well.
When I found this website, I naturally looked to see who might be practicing within a reasonable traveling distance from me, as my free-wheeling days to pack a bag and wander have been limited by the health of my son. There are only two practitioners in Florida, but, oh sweet luck!, one of them is about an hour-and-a-half away from me, in Sarasota, Lynn McGonigall, of Lightworks Method, www.lightworksmethod.com/
So, working things out with my boy, I made reservations for her Level 1- Preparing for and Making Contact Session in September. These training levels go all the way to #5 and they are covered in a Saturday-Sunday period, between 10 a.m. and 5 p.m, held in a Sarasota hotel. The cost is very reasonable at $200 for the weekend, plus room costs. As a newbie, I’m supposing that these training sessions are auxiliary to time spent on her hypnotherapy couch doing the individual regression. But, I will report on all this as I go along.
As a person who is seriously dabbling in the Other World almost constantly…
Heck! I’m writing a book about it, to be released momently….(where have you heard that before???) (but this time, surely, it will happen as my proof copy should be arriving very soon). Watch for In Secret Diffusion: The Upper Realm Answers Questions About Earth to show up on Amazon.com, perhaps around mid-August, or keep an eye on this blogsite.
…. I am very keen to know just why and how this all came about, as well as how I am doing down here in the soup. And if there’s anything else I should do before I pop off.
Also, I’m already making a list of questions to ask about specifically. Yes, yes, I know that my latest book is all full of questions that I have asked The Holy Spirit, and I suppose I could ask Him these personal questions too, but I think I’ll stick to the big, cosmic subjects … questions about the Earth and the universe and humanity, in general. I would love to receive other people’s questions about these topics too; but I don’t want the psychic and personal queries. So, I apply that rule to myself, as well.
However, when I am hypnotically visiting a Between Life Realm, that is the proper place for any such thoughts and ideas that I can come up with. Just this morning, I have listed these:
1. What is the country of Russia to me? The place, the people, the language? What a pull I feel to all of that and I don’t know why. I’ve traveled there a lot when the Iron Curtain was falling in the early nineties and I loved it so much. The same felt true in Romania. Perhaps I have lived some happy lives there. When were those regions happy, I wonder?
2. I’m eager to know who all of my InterGalactic Friends are to me. Those people I meet, from time to time, who bond instantly, picking up from long, long ago, in some other realm. Perhaps they are members of my soul group? Who are my family members and friends in this lifetime? Who are the ones who have strongly impressed me emotionally; either positively or negatively?
3. At last I can confirm my suspicions that a slight indentation of my right upper rib cage was the entry point for a long-ago thrown spear. There’s no pain, only a slight shadow of a concave place that mostly shows when I am skinny. I’ve always said that I thought that’s what it was. This is a great chance to re-experience that moment.
And that’s the whole thing! You can see how it feels to die when you relive that past life’s ending and go into the spirit world. It doesn’t seem to be at all traumatic for any of them. What a great antidote to the fear of death, which I don’t believe I have now, but definitely won’t after all this is through.
Excitement about this prospect, blinded me for the time-being, about my original plans to launch my book on September 15th in a big, concerted marketing push for bestseller status. So, without even thinking, I gave away the crucial weekend before the launch. Not a problem! I just found another date that I like, actually, much better.
How’s October 10, 2010 for onomatopoeia? Ten, ten, ten? Rin Tin Tin? Ten, ten, double-ten, ten! Oh, I like that very well.
I’m so very linear and it’s seriously getting in my way! I think that I’d make a fine mule in a pack train. Or more accurately, I want the projects of my life to act that way, like good little mules who don’t sit down and bray loudly and refuse to budge. I have a plan for all of them, and even though I may have a number of related projects going at the same time, there is an order here, at least in my mind, and I need to have them all move in the same direction at a steady pace. Especially, the lead mule.
Therein lies my current problem. My lead mule is my new book, In Secret Diffusion: The Upper Realm Answers Questions About Earth. This baby has shown an independent streak you wouldn’t believe. Remember? I began talking about this book way back in the Fall of 2009, and it’s still not quite born yet. It has certainly had a full-term, nine-month pregnancy and there are now encouraging sensations of labor making themselves felt. But never having given birth to a mule before, I cannot predict exactly when the little fella will appear. I have a nagging suspicion that this foal is a race horse and I’m the mule!
I know that you are now thinking: this writer sure does mix her metaphors, doesn’t she? Yes, I do when I feel mule-ish.
I had tried a different track with this second book by going through a commercial publisher instead of handling all of the various tasks such as formatting and cover design, myself. In hind sight, I realize that I would have been much better off to just learn how to do all of those things but I’ve actually taken the harder, slower way. Last week, I finally received my ready-to-print files and officially sent them off to my printer, knowing that the Fourth of July holiday would slow things down a bit. Today I find that the spine width on the cover template needs expanding by a fraction of an inch and must go back to the designer for that.
So, we zig and we zag toward the end of the trail on this one. What else is new? I’m sure this sort of drama lies behind many books and movies that we, on the outside, all take for granted. It may be the nature of the medium. It may be the nature of art… the nature of work, itself.
The thing about it for me, is that there seems to be a psychological component here. I have a new website to design to fit the new theme. I have a marketing plan to incorporate to give this book the best chance to soar. I have two more books already written, with completed cover art, which I could be multi-tasking on. They need my full attention but are, so far, standing around waiting for my current tome to make its appearance.
What lesson can I read into this current situation? I suspect that it has to do with my usual compulsive, headlong rush into and through everything that I get my hands on. I have become accustomed to creating good stuff at lightning speed. I have a low tolerance level for delay. At the moment, I’m figuratively sitting in rush hour traffic with my destination in view, but am not physically capable of clearing the highway. If only I will accept my lot, then life, publishing, mules, mule trails, highways, and childbirth will suddenly take care of themselves.