Mr. Walters conveys the reality of mystical worlds and our interaction with them very eloquently. He states that there is "one true love in its infinite expression," meaning there is one connection, above all others that can make us feel whole, like our full selves. This book is highly recommended for the reader seeking a love story that knows no limits. As a metaphysical novel, one can expand their views of worlds and civilizations existing with us, and how we may affect those close to us with or without our knowledge.

“Sacred Vow” is highly recommended, and a sequel would be much welcomed. —Catherine Phelps for Reader Views

Installment 13 of 22 Sacred Vow (Dragon's Beard Publishing, ISBN: 978-0-9774271-4-7, paperback, Fiction: Visionary/Metaphysical).

Djalma (continued2)


“There are an inestimable number of realities, overlapping the very space of this room and even our very bodies. We never become aware of them, though these worlds appear just as substantial to their occupants as we believe ours to be. Only the most achieved Masters and Adepts expand their consciousness sufficiently to achieve a glimpse across these boundaries. It requires a very precise balance of vibrational signatures, external and/or internal, to perform such a pass-through.

“It’s almost impossible to stumble across exactly the right combination to produce such an access. Even though you were not consciously aware of it, you did not stumble across this doorway. I believe your visitor is not a result of chance.”

“Expanded perception,” Ian said, “would explain my ability to see her world, to see her there, but how does that explain my own experience of traveling to her world or reality?”

“It’s not traveling, really,” Djalma replied. “That’s a concept of the illusory physical realm—moving your form from one place to another—that your analyzing conscious mind has imposed on the experience, to make what is happening more comfortable, more familiar.”

“Travel seems an apt description,” Ian said. “I am here, and then I perceive myself, although not really solidly, in her reality. She has also traveled to my study.

“I can comprehend that what I see of Katerina could be just a visual projection into my room, a holograph, but my experience in her world is that I have something like a bodily presence there, just as I do right here.”

Djalma smiled. “Well . . . actually you are neither here nor there.”

Semantics are not helping, Ian thought.

Undisturbed by Ian’s stern expression, Djalma smiled and continued, “Technically, we are not here. We are not physical. But we are an illusion of physicality, a manifestation of our consciousness, from energy.

“The energetic doorway in your study is doing more than just expanding your ability to see into this parallel reality. The experience could have been limited there. But your doorway appears to have allowed you at least a partial transfer, or fluctuation, between two separate reality fields . . . what you are referring to as traveling. Your ability to perceive this other reality makes it as real and accessible as the one you and I interact in right now. After all, what is reality except the ‘perception of choice’ at any given time?

You are manifesting a reference point for your consciousness, a body—even if not conventionally physical—in that place. You are in both places.”

Ian agreed that this was how the visits felt. Now he saw this explanation could help him get his situation under control. The dark path the visits were taking demanded some remedy very soon.

“Why do you think her appearance and some aspects of her personality seem so strained at times, Djalma?”

“This is only my speculation,” he said, “but I think that some development has not been achieved within a necessary period of time. This would also explain the unpleasant physical effects you are experiencing.”

Troubled by that thought, Ian asked, “Are you saying that she’s unhappy because I’m not performing some task I am unaware of, and therefore she is exhibiting some ill will toward me?”

“Ian, I don’t think that is the case. You may be feeling an impact on your health just because you’ve spent too much time in the transitional range between the two fields, never fully achieving presence in her parallel world.

“As far as the nature of your visitor goes, I cannot be certain yet, but I believe she is a dear and trustworthy intimate to you.”

Ian could not have anticipated the effect of those words. When he heard Djalma speak of Katerina and her affection just as if she were any other beloved. As irrational as it sounded, Ian felt some validation. His longing to truly experience her company in his world caused him to lose any calm focus he may have managed to exercise up until that point.

“Am I the cause of the changes I have seen take place in her?” This possibility had already been worrying Ian. “If so, what can I do to help her?”

Djalma sat down in front of Ian again. “The full extent of what you see may not actually be happening to her. The image may be distorted because the psychic connection between the two of you has been damaged.”

Ian found this analysis dubious. “Well, what has been happening to my health is definitely not an illusion!”

“True, but we don’t know if the interaction is capable of having the same impact on her.”

“Will you help me then?” Ian asked, emphatically.

Djalma was silent.

Ian pressed him. “Can you, or do you know anyone who can, help me achieve the full connection? It sounds as if I need to do something immediately . . . And why do you think Katerina and I have been able to make this connection?” Ian started to speak again and then stopped short, releasing his breath. He realized there must be a reason for Djalma’s silence.

“What you have been experiencing is defying time and space,” Djalma said. “You and she could be making contact to exchange some information, to strengthen a bond, or to fulfill some preexisting promise. I cannot say just what with any confidence. You’re asking me for information only you possess. Your experiences so far, however, especially the inability to touch or hear each other, imply you and she are currently incompatible in each other’s reality.”

Ian suddenly felt sure that Djalma’s extreme calm, the most he had exhibited so far, was something the young sage was intentionally projecting with the intent of helping him calm down. Yet he was becoming more anxious that he would not be able to continue to visit Katerina.

“That’s not something I can just sit back and accept,” Ian said. “Look at what is happening to us.”

Djalma nodded. “I said you are not currently able to fully exist in the same reality. I did not say that things should, or could, remain that way. Assuming this darker path that the visits have taken is not natural or intentional, the first thing we have to do is to figure out when they started to change. Then, maybe, we can figure out why.”

They sat silently for a while. Ian thought back over the last few months. He hadn’t really considered when the journeys had started to take the darker turn. “The situation has been developing all along. Even before things became unpleasant, the experience was ever-changing.”

Djalma forced him to try again. “So, tell me the first time you had an unpleasant reaction to anything within the visits. Was it when you started to black out for longer periods? And do you remember when Katerina’s appearance started to change?”

“I remember that I started to remain disconnected from my conscious world for longer periods of time as the experience got progressively more pleasant. At that time, I was glad to extend the visits. And, as far as the change in her image, I have been so infatuated with Katerina that I don’t know if I would have noticed any initial progression of small negative changes in her appearance.”

Ian struggled to recall the time before things “got bad,” his first unpleasant reaction to one of their teas. Then he remembered one day when everything about the tea had seemed as beautiful as usual. Katerina had radiated a captivating sense of joy. Savoring the experience as he returned to conscious awareness, Ian unexpectedly felt a rush of distress that he could describe only as a panic attack.

“I just remembered! One day, instead of feeling comforted and joyous after my visit with Katerina, I was fiercely shaken. Something set off panic in me. I was consumed with dread. I forced myself up from the chair, as if to escape a threat, and stumbled toward the door. In just a moment, I got a grip on myself and felt rather foolish about my reaction. Still, the whole afternoon remained clouded by the experience of my return.

“The next few times I brought the teapot out, I was a little cautious, but all went well, and I soon forgot about that incident. It was months later that the visits became progressively more difficult.”

Djalma’s eyes were fixed on him, as if demanding more than Ian had given. “I’m sure I already know the answer, but had you recently brought something new into the room before that experience?”

Ian responded to the suggestion as if Djalma had accused him of sacrilege. “Not one thing since I realized the impact it could have!”

“Has anyone besides you been in the room?”

“No.” Ian had to smile, thinking of it. “My friends think I’m a bit demented because of the way I protect the sanctity of my study, but I’ve managed to keep the room private. They tease me, but I’ve continued to entertain as usual. The study is somewhat secluded in the floor plan. Privacy wasn’t the problem it would have been if I had been trying to secure certain other rooms in the house.”

“What about the teapot? Has anyone come into contact with the teapot when you have people over?”

“Again, no, Djalma. I’ve been a little crazy about it, but I’m unwilling to take a chance. None of my friends even know I have the teapot. Except to rinse it and fill it with hot water for tea, the teapot has remained in the study since the early days of my experience.

“The first time I had someone over, after the first visit, I had already realized that changing things in the room could affect the experience, so I hid the teapot away in the study. From that day to this, I’ve kept it there.”

“That’s fortunate for our purpose,” Djalma said. “It limits the range of possibilities we have to consider, but it’s unlikely any casual contact would have affected the teapot. Most people would not leave an imprint that lasted much longer than their immediate contact with the pot. Those whose emanation lasted longer would have caused only a temporary change in the vibration of the teapot and, therefore, the collective resonance of the room. You might have noticed a minor modification in your entry into a visit, or the reality shift might not have occurred with the very next tea, but any effect would have dissipated in a few days.”

Djalma leaned back, relaxing a little, obviously considering the options. “No one was in the room? Is it possible that someone doing some service in the house, or even one of your friends, could have come into the room without your knowing it?”

Looking away a little embarrassed, Ian had to say, “Not possible, unless someone broke in without leaving any trace. I invariably lock the door to my study, and that’s the biggest source of banter on the nights I have the guys over for cards or to watch a game.”

“Still, good for our purpose.” Djalma smiled. “The room was not changed. The teapot was not changed. So that only leaves you.”

“What do you mean? How could I have been changed?”

“Just as everything else in the room can be affected, so could you. Again, the same rules of impermanence would apply, unless—” Djalma emphasized the last word to make sure Ian was listening, “—the effect has been expanded by your continued thoughts or response to a person, thing, or experience.

“Let’s concentrate on the time just before this unpleasant return to consciousness you mentioned. Can you remember anything or any person you came in contact with, which seemed to have a lasting effect on you, good or bad?”


Djalma (to be continued next week)

copyright 2006 CG Walters

For those who cannot wait to read Sacred Vow over installments, I have a gift for you--the first 15 chapters online to be read at your leisure!
This link http://authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=1557 is a listing the 1st 15 chapters on HarperCollins/London.

If you enjoy what you read, I'd ask a favor in return; help me pursue a foreign rights publishing contract for Sacred Vow.
Please register on the site (create a profile on http://www.authonomy.com/ ), and search for Sacred Vow.

Once you have the page up with the Sacred Vow book cover, notice that to the right of the page there is a column with several options, one of which is "Back this book", please click that --this adds Sacred Vow to your bookshelf, used to determine which books the editors will consider.—This is not a purchase. Authonomy is strictly a mechanism for selecting books for publishing within HarperCollins.

Please check your profile page afterwards, ensuring that the Sacred Vow cover shows in your Bookshelf.

If you have time, make a comment on Sacred Vow by going to this page http://www.authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=1557 the comment box is below the book description. I would love your input. Fiction is a collective creation between reader and writer.

Thank you for your continued support.
Blessings all,
CG

C.G. Walters primarily writes fiction that focuses on the multidimensionality of our loves and our lives.

Autographed/signed copies of Sacred Vow are available from the author– or purchase as ebook or the Amazon Kindle version

Please join me as a friend at any of my other favorite hangouts: Facebook, Myspace, StumbleUpon, Friendfeed, Twitter, Plurk, or Digg

For those who have wondered --This is my Kathy (Kathleen Teresa Egan), my girlfriend (and wife)  of the past 20+ years .....and for an infinite number of years past and future
***AND two of our favorite little love songs!

Sorry....I could not imbed the first one, so I have the link here
http://www.gofish.com/player.gfp?gfid=30-1085714

But this one, was our first, probably will remain until the last....



love and joy to you all,
CG

We were never cast out of Eden, but walk daily from it, to the degree that we do not feel worthy of the gift of ultimate happiness.--Strike a Chord of Silence

the power to choose by szc

the power to choose by =szc on deviantART
Note: I must thank my friend Myrko, at Awake Blogger for this image.

Welcome to the Third Edition of the CelebraZine (Celebration eZine) blog carnival.

Our focus dictates what we see, which reinforces our focus, further confining the possibility of what we will see. Twice a month we put together a collection of blogs containing text, image, video, and audio from talented people empowering others and Celebrating What's Right in the World!

May you be blessed by these offerings reminding us of the beauty, wonder, and sacredness in the world around us and within us.

Celebrate Living, Celebrate Yourself!

I would like to open with this beautiful video, Historia de un letrero (original video), passed on to me by a dear friend, Jon Pertee (not a blogger at present; at Winter Star Woodworks, Burnsville, NC). This video, focusing on the impact of words and perception, won the short film award at Cannes , and is very well worth 4 ½ minutes of your time!

Kathy Smith presents How do you prepare for the unknown? with a wonderful charitable service announcement at ~KES The Google "Project 10 to the 100th" is a call for ideas to change the world by helping as many people as possible. Here's how to join in.


 

Karen Lawrence presents The Intelligent Heart posted at Assist the Artist. The heart-mind connection may well have more than psychological or spiritual implications when it comes to the way we live and how we choose our livelihoods than we ever imagined.

Daily OM presents Letting Yourself Be Seen at Daily Om.
When we allow ourselves to be witnessed by another, we cannot help but be transformed by the experience.
--for those of you who have not already been introduced to Daily Om, it is a network of spiritual exchange centered around a daily article.

Resurrected1 presents this powerful video, In My Name.
Your simple video message will join thousands of others in the call to end poverty in our lifetime.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.--Anais Nin

Andrew Galasetti presents 50 things to say before you die at Lyvved. You'd be surprised how little people express their selves and say what they need to say to those who matter. You don't want to be on your deathbed before you utter these words.

 

Anna Varney presents GURU LIFE
I'm finding Life to be the most amazing sacred teacher of all
- the perfect teacher -

Robin presents her Meditation Movie
"There Is Nothing Wrong With You"

Myrko presents The 10 Very Zen Stories at AwakeBlogger.
Many teachings from Zen-Buddhism are told in short and delightful stories. They are usually designed to develop the mind and to free it from distortions and so to connect with our spirit.

Tom Volkar presents Believe It Or Not at Delightful Work.
Sometimes we need to sneak up on our own minds to extract the wisdom within.

Said the river to the seeker, "Does one really have to fret about enlightenment? No matter which way I turn, I'm homeward bound."-- Anthony De Mello

This concludes the Third Edition of the CelebraZine (Celebration eZine) blog carnival. Thank you for being a part of the miracle of celebration!

Many blessings to you and all you hold dear...until the next celebration...

Please be part of spreading the positive into the world around you! If you have enjoyed or benefited from any of these encouraging perspectives, please be sure to bookmark this carnival and our contributors' pages in your favorite service-StumbleUpon, Digg, etc. (click below). Also, let those dear to you, your co-workers, everyone around you know What's Right in the World! It makes the world better for us all.

Submit a single submission of empowering/uplifting audio/podcast, image/collection, text/poetry/quote, or video for our 18 Oct 08 edition (deadline, Thursday, 16 Oct). If you have any problem submitting, please send submissions directly to me at kathmandau at cgwalters dot com--Blog carnival erased will accept submisions (and forward to me) but they are not keeping up the notice of the next carnival (or the last).

Note: Please point out to us anyone's work that you think should be included in a Celebration of What's Right in the World--empowering people and spirit. ***** If you are enjoying the features of CelebraZine, get future installments sent directly to your email or reader via RSS feed.

C.G. Walters primarily writes fiction that focuses on the multidimensionality of our loves and our lives. Autographed/signed copies of his current novel, Sacred Vow, are available from the author- or purchase as ebook or the Amazon Kindle version

Please join him as a friend at any of his other favorite hangouts: MySpace, Facebook, StumbleUpon, Friendfeed, Twitter, Plurk, or Digg

photo

Mr. Walters conveys the reality of mystical worlds and our interaction with them very eloquently. He states that there is "one true love in its infinite expression," meaning there is one connection, above all others that can make us feel whole, like our full selves. This book is highly recommended for the reader seeking a love story that knows no limits. As a metaphysical novel, one can expand their views of worlds and civilizations existing with us, and how we may affect those close to us with or without our knowledge.

"Sacred Vow" is highly recommended, and a sequel would be much welcomed. -Catherine Phelps for Reader Views

Installment 12 of 22 Sacred Vow (Dragon's Beard Publishing, ISBN: 978-0-9774271-4-7, paperback, Fiction: Visionary/Metaphysical).

Djalma (continued1)

"There is a single, all-encompassing energy field, call it the Whole or the Absolute. Within this infinitude are a limitless number of overlapping subsets, let's say segmented fields, that vibrate at unique ranges of frequencies. Each field is a separate reality, which more often than not remains unseen by any of the inhabitants of the other fields because of the frequency differences between them."

"Everything that appears to be physical within a subset of a specific reality adds a unique energetic signature onto the base resonance of that field, while remaining within the defined range of that field." Djalma waited to make sure Ian was following.

Ian could see that his confusion was not going to dissipate in the near future. So he nodded once, to suggest that Djalma go on.

"We may have to come back to this wider scope, but for now let's focus specifically on a single reality-our illusory, ‘physical' reality. At the very least, those things we perceive as material will resonate according to their molecular makeup," Djalma continued. "From there, every entity gives off emanations based on what it has experienced, no matter if it is physical or not, sentient or not. In addition to this vibration, those entities, which we recognize as living, stir in their own personality or nature, which can be, for example, predatory, genteel, or whatever. Additionally, the resonance one picks up from self-aware entities is very affected by their individual assessments of their own experience and by their sense of self."

Ian was glad to drop the implications of those other fields, subsets, or whatever Djalma wanted to call them. Even with limiting his focus to his own reality, what Djalma was presenting was giving Ian a bit of psychological discomfort. Sure, Ian accepted such things as scientific fact, but he had not expected to deal with them in his personal life.

Djalma kept working with the roots and herbs. "Some people are completely unresponsive to these psychic emanations. Almost always, their total imperceptivity indicates a psychology of disassociation, dangerous to the individual and those that share their world, known and unknown. Such a lack of responsiveness should be corrected. Most people have some degree of sensitivity, which varies, depending on the situation and the range of vibrations they are naturally attuned to.

"These vibrations provoke the feeling of otherwise unwarranted pleasure you might experience when you meet certain people, or the sudden weakness that may come over you in a particular environment. When acquiring possessions, we're sometimes attracted by the resonance of the item, rather than by its more commonly perceptible characteristics. These emanations continue to affect us, and their surrounding environment, after we acquire the piece."

The implications of what Djalma was saying began to overwhelm Ian. "That would suggest we take on an enormous liability every time we choose a prospective possession!" he burst out.

Djalma looked around the room, and then said casually, "Rarely is there any need to be apprehensive. Most people are engaged in some degree of the same type of choosing based on the emanations that people and things give off. Russian roulette alchemy, if you will. Fortunately, the cylinder of this theoretical revolver has an infinite number of chambers, providing minimal odds for any perceivable alteration within the so-called normal reality, much less any threat to an individual."

"If that is the case, how do you explain what I have been experiencing?" Ian demanded.

With the equanimity one would expect of a person with his apparent achievements despite his youth, Djalma picked up the distress in Ian's tone. He smiled as if he knew that Ian was asking to quiet his own fear. "Perhaps it's just the luck of the draw. Lightning has to hit somewhere every time it strikes."

Ian stared hard at Djalma. He wanted answers, not just to have Djalma offer vague speculations.

Djalma responded to Ian's unspoken plea, "Theoretically, if one was able to attune one's personal resonance to another range, another channel, say, such a person could slip from one reality to another.

"In your case, I'm inclined to believe that some part of your deeper self has been pursuing this kind of access for many years. Perhaps up until now your quest has been exclusively subconscious. It's possible that the process has taken all the previous energetic mixes in order for these visits to happen. In addition, your conscious mind may have been going through preparation, so to speak, so that it could perceive what has happened.

"Perhaps your subconscious was always experimenting, armed with no more than a desired result."

"Considering the dark turn these visits have taken," Ian said, "I can find no reason for believing some portion of me intends this bit of self-destructive experience."

"It's your conscious perception that calls your experience self-destructive," Djalma said. "How do you know that what is happening is not creative in a positive way, rather than destructive?"

Ian sometimes found Djalma's insight to be infuriating. It was easy enough for Djalma to speculate, Ian thought. He was not living with the situation or its after-effects. Ian knew that the experience had taken an unhealthy turn. He could now admit that he was scared. He needed more real assistance from Djalma.

Looking into Ian's eyes, patiently, peacefully, Djalma waited for Ian to decide where he wanted to go with the conversation.

Ian mulled over the information he understood Djalma to have presented. Then he reverted to his speculations about what had been happening. "What I would really like to know is: If this is an energetic imprint, does that or does that not mean that a particular woman created the impression I'm receiving? The teapot is not that old, so the imprint could not have occurred that long ago. Liz says the couple who owned it bought it new, locally. Not many people could have come in contact with it since it was made."

Ian was getting more excited as he went on. "It can't be that hard to find out who she is. If Katerina and I have some connection, or she has something to tell me, I should find her and solve this!"

Djalma leaned back and slowly raised both palms, as if to ward off Ian's agitation. "I don't think this is an imprint, but if it is, I am certain it's not that kind of imprint," he said.

Djalma rose and took the pot of root mix over to the stove. Pouring water into it from a large jug, he continued. "Not all imprint manifestations are the result of a playback or representation of a specific person or event to which the item has been exposed to. It's likely your teapot was never in physical contact with . . . Katerina, as you call her. I would say this is not even a secondary imprint, which occurs when an item comes into contact with someone or someplace that has been in direct contact with a person exuding a strong psychic signature.

"Your visits are very specific to the one room. Also, as you told me, if you remove a single item from the room, Katerina ceases to appear."

"This doesn't make sense," Ian replied. "If she is not imprinted on the teapot, why does the teapot set off the vision?"

"It's not just the teapot that is causing the experience, Ian. You have come to this conclusion because the visits started after the teapot was brought into the room for the first time. Apparently, the teapot is the final ingredient in a combination of psychic emanations that have been developing for a while. Hence Katerina's absence if any item, and not just the teapot, is removed."

Ian's exasperation was heightened when Djalma said, "I am certain none of the items in your study have ever come into contact with Katerina."

If no item had come into contact with her, Ian thought, why was this particular woman appearing? He panicked. How can I locate her if I cannot associate her with some item or event in the physical world?

Djalma spoke quietly, as if in direct response to Ian's thoughts. "How would a woman from such an exotic culture, perhaps unearthly, come in contact with an ordinary teapot?"

Maybe it was just a simple mind-reading trick, but it brought Ian to his senses. Wrongly or rightly, each such inexplicable display of this telepathic talent increased Ian's trust in Djalma's ability to help him solve his problem. Ian suspected that the only reason Djalma performed these "tricks" was to calm him.

Feeling less tightly coiled, Ian took a slow breath and looked Djalma in the eyes. "That thought has crossed my mind, but I suppose I never completely dropped the idea of an energetic imprint because, for whatever reason, my logical mind found it the most comfortable-or familiar-of all the fantastical possibilities I have considered as an answer . . .

"What, then, does cause Katerina to appear? And why this woman, in particular?"

"Why her-that is something only a deeper part of yourself will know, Ian. What causes her to appear is the part I can help you with."

With his pot of herbs simmering, Djalma came back to sit across from Ian.

"Remember back when we were talking about a base range of resonance within a reality or field? Just as everything has its unique energy signature, a grouping of items within a certain space near each other will combine to produce a collective signature. To varying degrees, almost always unintelligibly, these collective signatures affect the reality experienced by anyone within the scope of their influence.

"Most people aren't sensitive enough to perceive even a fairly wide range of fluctuation from the base emanation of their own field of reality. Those who do sometimes perceive such fluctuations rarely interpret their resulting experience as anything more than a gut feeling, maybe the hair standing up on the back of their neck for no apparent reason. Sometimes a particular area has such a strong collective signature that even the general populace will acknowledge the location as possessing some preternatural influence. The usual extreme end of the spectrum would be widely experienced apparitions in the area."

"Are you saying Katerina is a ghost?" Ian cut in.

"Not at all," Djalma responded.

Without really hearing the response, Ian continued. "Wouldn't that operate much the same as an imprint?"

Djalma slowly shook his head, and waited for Ian to relax enough to take in what he was about to say.

"Whether by the unlikely accident or subconscious intention," Djalma said, "I'm content that you have constructed a collective signature within your study that is affecting your perceived reality-or rather, periodically expanding your perception of reality.

"Now remember I said the different fields or realities are almost always invisible to each other because of differing base frequency ranges." This time Djalma waited as if for a response from Ian, giving him a questioning look.

Concluding that they would not go forward otherwise, Ian offered a cautious "Yes."

Satisfied, Djalma smiled and continued, "More than just unveiling something from the sensory fringes of our shared reality field, the collective signature of your study seems to have created a vibrational doorway, making it possible for you to move into another reality, an alternate or parallel life."


Djalma (to be continued next week)

copyright 2006 CG Walters

For those who cannot wait to read Sacred Vow over installments, I have a gift for you--the first 15 chapters online to be read at your leisure!

This link http://authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=1557 is a listing the 1st 15 chapters on HarperCollins.London.

If you enjoy what you read, I'd ask a favor in return; help me pursue a foreign rights publishing contract for Sacred Vow.

Please register on the site (create a profile on http://www.authonomy.com/ ), and search for Sacred Vow. Once you have the page up with the Sacred Vow book cover, notice that to the right of the page there is a column with several options, one of which is "Back this book", please click that --this adds Sacred Vow to your bookshelf, used to determine which books the editors will consider.-This is not a purchase. Authonomy is strictly a mechanism for selecting books for publishing within HarperCollins.

Please check your profile page afterwards, ensuring that the Sacred Vow cover shows in your Bookshelf.

If you have time, make a comment on Sacred Vow by going to this pagehttp://www.authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=1557 the comment box is below the book description. I would love your input. Fiction is a collective creation between reader and writer.

Thank you for your continued support.
Blessings all,
CG

C.G. Walters primarily writes fiction that focuses on the multidimensionality of our loves and our lives.

Autographed/signed copies of Sacred Vow are available from the author- or purchase as ebook or the Amazon Kindle version

Please join me as a friend at any of my other favorite hangouts: Facebook, Myspace, StumbleUpon, Friendfeed, Twitter, Plurk, or Digg

Retain your right to stumble, going without it is like walking in chains.-Strike a Chord of Silence

This blessing came to me over 20 years ago.I try not to flog myself too much when I stumble (and that is quite frequent enough), for it's valuable energy better used at getting up and dusting off.

blessings to you and your dear ones,
CG

Release.

Meditate, going within, beyond the separation of known and unknown, until all are one.

Release the concept of ‘unknown', and then there is nothing to prepare for.

...but yes, I have a bad tendency toward collecting stress, so it's about time for me to start back up the mountain, walking/meditating past more than the unknown, but what I think I know.

Blessings and peace dear ones,

CG

photo by by DWinton

Mr. Walters conveys the reality of mystical worlds and our interaction with them very eloquently. He states that there is "one true love in its infinite expression," meaning there is one connection, above all others that can make us feel whole, like our full selves. This book is highly recommended for the reader seeking a love story that knows no limits. As a metaphysical novel, one can expand their views of worlds and civilizations existing with us, and how we may affect those close to us with or without our knowledge.

"Sacred Vow" is highly recommended, and a sequel would be much welcomed. -Catherine Phelps for Reader Views

Installment 11 of 22 Sacred Vow (Dragon's Beard Publishing, ISBN: 978-0-9774271-4-7, paperback, Fiction: Visionary/Metaphysical).

Djalma

Ian was sitting by the riverbank, about a mile from Liz's house, atop a massive stone, under an old hemlock, within view of the bridge on the state road. It was seven o'clock in the morning, just when he'd been asked to arrive, which had required that he start down the road for this meeting in the middle of the night.

It was cold on the top of a rock by the river, a little after sunrise in January. Ian looked out over the water. If Liz's psychic friend is worth all her claims, perhaps he's brought me here for a frigid dip in the river, to bring me to my senses, Ian thought bemusedly.

"Not at all," someone responded out loud, seemingly from nowhere.

Ian's legs jerked and he had to grab the rock to avoid falling into the river. Fortunately, the top of the rock was mostly flat and Ian had been careful not to sit too close to the edge. He had seen no path except the one coming from the bridge. Being surrounded by thick rhododendron, Ian felt justified in watching only the bridge for signs of another person's arrival.

Ian jumped to his feet and looked down in the direction of the voice. At the base of the stone, on the edge of the river was a muscular young man. His hair was long and pulled back into a French braid. His face had a peculiar combination of both male and female characteristics, strength and softness.

The young man's voice did not give any indication that he had noticed Ian's embarrassment. "Good morning, Ian. Thank you for meeting me here. Sorry for the inconvenience. I needed to gather some things along the river this morning."

This was Djalma, Liz's psychic? Now Ian was aggravated. He had driven half the night and sat on a freezing rock to meet an eccentric, longhaired, blond Anglo kid? Ian had wanted a legitimate mystic.

Ian's mind exploded in doubt. Where did this guy get such a name? The exotic choice was probably with the idea that it added some credibility in his chosen vocation. If he truly had any talent for the preternatural, what difference would it make if his name were something ordinary like Joseph?

As an imagined defense, considering that a psychic might be capable of reading minds, Ian forced his thoughts into silently quoting the first thing that came to mind from Hamlet. "Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows-"

Unfortunately, Ian found that his frustration was stronger than his fear of Djalma's possible talent. His mind went on the offensive again. He distinctly remembered Liz referring to Djalma as "this old fellow." Didn't she know that psychics and mystics should be of a more mature age? How else would they be able to project the bearing of wisdom? Here I am in the mountains with an eccentric kid half my age, a junior psychic sorcerer!

Ian went back to focusing on lines from Hamlet to mask his real thoughts.

If Djalma was reading Ian's mind, the calm of his face showed no evidence of taking the hysterical mental chatter personally.

Finally, Ian slowed his mind down enough to say, "Good morning, Djalma. I didn't hear you come up." From wherever you came, he thought. Ian looked about to see from just where that could have been. "Nice morning for a hike."

"A little cold for my liking, Ian. We'd better get on with our business. It's going to start raining in an hour."

Oh, great, Ian thought. Now I am going to get caught in the mountains in a blizzard or an ice storm. No way was it going to be just rain at this temperature.

Forcing himself from his true thoughts, still neurotic about Djalma's possible talents, Ian returned to Hamlet. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! Noble in reason, indeed, he thought ironically.

Amazed at how much of Hamlet he actually remembered, Ian struggled for self-possession. Okay, how would he and Djalma go about the real subject at hand?

Djalma climbed around the side of the rock and started toward the bridge. As he passed by, he touched Ian on the shoulder and spoke with a gentleness that Ian normally associated with someone much older. "I'm sorry I‘ve disturbed you. This wasn't my idea. Let's move over there in the sun, where it's a bit warmer."

That brief touch, even through a bulky jacket, gave Ian a remarkable sense of reassurance. He no longer felt any hard feelings toward Djalma for having brought him out at such an odd time. In fact, he was suddenly content to be where he was. He replied in all honesty, "We don't have to have this talk today, if it's inconvenient for you." Ian truly felt freed from his own need and full of concern for Djalma.

"Oh, I wasn't referring to our meeting. I really am glad to meet you. What I meant was that I didn't ask to be useful in such matters. It's sometimes as uncomfortable for me to be consulted about these things as it is for the people who come to me."

Never breaking stride, Djalma looked over his shoulder and smiled. "By the way, you'd have to ask my parents what they had in mind with the name. I've considered changing it."

I knew he could read my mind, thought Ian.

Djalma led them to a warmer spot, out from under the trees, and a little removed from the river, but there wasn't much more warmth. The sun had barely crested the mountaintops and the clouds were rolling in.

Djalma started the conversation, "How did you come to learn this talent of visitation?"

"I might be learning now, but it began more as something stumbled onto, I think," Ian said.

"Oh, I doubt it was purely by chance, friend," Djalma said. "It requires something much more than luck."

Djalma asked Ian a few more questions. Ian was surprised at how comfortable he became in sharing information with this stranger. Every question Djalma asked unleashed a flood of response from Ian. It was a relief to share his full experiences with someone who fully accepted what he said. Ian felt immensely closer to a solution.

As wrapped up in warm clothing as Ian was, the cold damp weather was beginning to get to him. Djalma was periodically brushing his hands up and down his own sleeves, too.

"Are you up for a little walk?" Djalma asked. "No need to move your car. It will be all right. My house is just through the woods, and I have a fire going there."

They wandered away from the road, through the trees and rhododendron, on a worn path through the thick evergreen forest. Suddenly, a tiny house appeared. It was the size of a small storage building. Made of rough-sawn lumber, it had a high-pitched tin roof. A covered porch, which was mostly storage for firewood with a narrow path left to the door, extended about eight feet from the front of the building.

Djalma grabbed a couple sticks of wood from the pile as he made his way to the door. Inside was a tiny woodstove whose fire had all but gone out. Putting the new pieces in, Djalma stirred the coals. Even though the temperature in the cabin was much colder than what Ian was used to at home, just to be in a place that was dry and warmed by the dying fire was a welcome luxury.

The interior of the cabin could not have been much more than 250 square feet. The space was divided into two rooms. The back room, more the size of a closet, appeared to be Djalma's sleeping quarters. Through the drawn cloth that served as a door, Ian could see a thin pad and covers on a raised platform.

Benches sat against the opposing walls, just inside the door, and were the only seating. A very small table and an old, cast-iron sink, with large water bottles stored under it, were against one wall, farther into the house. Over the sink were a window and several shelves, sporting only a few pans and dishes. The woodstove faced the door, against the wall between the living and sleeping spaces.

Ian suspected that the massive number of books, which covered every inch of wall space not otherwise occupied, provided most of Djalma's insulation. The weight of books seemed to exceed the sturdiness of the shelves perched over the bench where Ian sat. He hoped, however, that they would not collapse this morning.

Djalma made some hot tea and brought Ian's over to him. Ian held the cup for warmth and Djalma put his own cup on the table next to the opposite bench. In a single step Djalma was back in the kitchen, pulling a large pot from the wall over the stove and taking a small knife from the sink. He sat down on the bench across from Ian and placed the pot on the floor in front of him.

With one hand, Djalma grabbed the bottom of the bag he had carried from the river and dumped it onto the floor. Roots, bark, twigs, and an occasional green sprig, along with a lot of dirt fell out. Paying no attention to Ian, Djalma picked up a handful of items and started to scrape, cut, and shred portions of his collected treasures, tossing parts in the large pot, parts in a bucket nearby. If Djalma had swapped receptacles for this work, Ian was certain that he would have never known which was to be compost and which was to become stew (or whatever it was that Djalma was creating).

In time, the reawakened fire required that they shed some of their outer garments. Ian forgot about the growing heap of ingredients in Djalma's pot and the books perched just above his head. He talked easily about more of what