Authorial Magazine - BookExpo + BookCon 2019 Edition

COVER STORY 

Ralph 

Mosgrove 

Saying Thanks and Beyond: 

Is Saying Thank You Enough? 

Vol. 1 Issue 5 

Contributors 

Sally Ann Fenton-Sherrick 

Cheryl Batavia 

Ronald Higgins 

Ivor Kovac 

Mary Plaza 

Kaye Beechum 

Betsy Fritcha 

Byron Gaskins 

Carolyn Bourns 

Guru Madeleine 

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Editor’s Note 

Authors, booksellers, distributors, and other professionals from the publishing industry will 

gather and get down to business in this year’s BookExpo + BookCon to be held at the Jacob 

Javits Center, New York City this coming May 29-31 and June 1-2, 2019. The expo is a great 

opportunity to learn strategies to boost business, meet new contacts, share, exchange ideas, and 

discover new trends in the industry. Since this is a grand event, we decided to make this issue 

grand as well. 

We start off with Ralph Mosgrove, author of Saying Thanks and Beyond: Is Saying Thank You 

Enough? as he shares his gratitude in a different way to those who have been kind and generous 

to his disabled wife. 

In “How to Manage Your Energy for the Birthing of Dreams,” Mary Plaza, author of The 

Matrix Teachings, teaches us the four areas of energy management. She conveys that managing 

our energy is far more powerful than just managing our thoughts. 

Betsy Fritcha, author of Apocalypse Here and Now! Are You Ready? talks about Jesus Christ as 

the one and only Voice of Truth in our Author’s Perspective section. We also got the chance 

to interview Raju Ramanathan, world renowned enlightenment guru and author of Souls from 

Mercury. Ramanathan shares what inspired him to write and offers advice to aspiring authors. 

We’ve been sending out invites to writers, illustrators, photographers, poets, essayists, and 

overall genius creators to find out if they’d be interested to join our little project that we started 

last year. We couldn’t be happier with the turnout! We received loads of contributions from 

renowned talents. In this issue, we’re featuring the works of Sally Ann Fenton-Sherrick, Cheryl 

Batavia, Carolyn Bourns, Ronald Higgins, Ivor Kovac, Mary Plaza, Kaye Beechum, Guru 

Madeleine, and Byron Gaskins. Expect more to come on our upcoming issues. 

Lastly, check out the places and the restaurants to go and try in our lifestyle article “What’s 

Eating in the Big Apple.” Visiting these places could inspire you to write your next book. 

We all love stories that resonate with our own, especially those that bring us to greater heights 

in mood and in thought. 

We hope you’ll enjoy reading this issue as much as we enjoyed piecing it together. 

Have a fun-filled weekend! 

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What’s Inside 

4 Cover Story: 

Expressing Gratitude to the 

Kindness of Strangers 

10 Contributor 

Poetry by Sally Ann Fenton-Sherrick 

12 Contributor 

Poetry by Cheryl Batavia 

14 Impressions and Inspirations 

20 A Diamond in the Rough 

A character sketch by Carolyn Bourns 

22 ONE-ON-ONE EXCLUSIVE 

26 Unknown Evil 

A short story by Ronald Higgins 

32 Trouble on the Sea of Mars 

Short story and illustration by Ivor Kovac 

47 How to Manage Your Energy 

For the Birthing of Dreams 

54 Contributor - Kaye Beechum 

56 Book List 

63 Author Perspective 

Betsy Fritcha 

65 Contributor - Poetry by Byron Gaskins 

74 Contributor - Poetry by Guru Madeleine 

88 Lifestyle: What’s Eating in the Big Apple? 

94 Event Highlights: 

Los Angeles Times Festival of Books 

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Cover Story 

Expressing Gratitude 

to the Kindness of 

Strangers 

Is saying thank you enough? 

Author Ralph Mosgrove answers this 

question in his book Saying Thanks and 

Beyond: Is Saying Thank You Enough? 

Mosgrove wrote the book as a way of 

expressing his gratitude to the people 

who helped his wife, Elsie, when she 

became disabled after suffering from a 

traumatic fall. 

Ralph and Elsie enjoyed a happy and 

loving marriage for over sixty years. But 

in 2008, at the age of seventy-seven, 

Elsie had a major fall and broke her 

right hip, which was repaired with a 

partial hip replacement, and had two 

compression fractures of the vertebra 

at T12 and L1. Elsie underwent 

vertobroplasty to strengthen her bones 

and stabilize her so she could get around 

using a walker. For the remaining years 

of her life, Elsie was disabled and was 

confined to a four-wheel walker with a 

seat on it. Ralph says the fall changed 

everything for both of them over the 

next eight years. 

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The fall and Elsie’s disability affected 

their committed lives. Ralph shares 

that although they were long retired 

from their respective careers, they still 

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emained engaged and found other 

ways to be productive. Elsie took 

part in the leadership of Christian 

Women’s Ministries, worked as weekend 

receptionist at Bon Secours Assisted 

Living Facility, and participated in 

senior programs at local churches. 

Ralph himself continued to be 

active and was an organist and choir 

director for MacDill AFB Chapel in 

Tampa, Florida, for Protestant and 

Catholic worship. 

While the trauma may have interrupted 

their lives, both of them soldiered on 

and adjusted for Elsie’s sake and wellbeing. 

Eight years after her fall, however, 

Elsie passed away in April 2015 at the 

age of eighty-three. 

In her remaining years, Ralph and Elsie 

noticed the kindness strangers showed 

and offered them. Ralph recalls that 

whenever they headed for the door of 

a local store, shopping or walking at 

the mall, they would meet someone 

approaching the door at the same time. 

He says that the person would take his 

or her time to open it and allow her to 

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"Saying thank you creates a positive 

reaction in the mind of the person 

spoken to. Speaking words of 

encouragement generates what comes 

back to you. You are the magnet that 

draws in the response of kindness." 

go in first. This was not the only time 

they experienced such kindness. While 

the actions were unexpected, Ralph and 

Elsie always conveyed their gratitude 

to the strangers. But was saying thank 

you enough? The couple had always 

wondered if there were other ways to 

express their gratitude other than saying 

“thank you,” or if there were other ways 

to make it sound more meaningful. 

After Elsie’s death, Ralph gathered his 

thoughts and explored ways on how to 

say “Thank you” with a deeper, sincere, 

and significant meaning. This led him 

to write Saying Thanks and Beyond: Is 

Saying Thank You Enough? 

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Growing up, Ralph explains that saying 

“Thank you” was instilled in him and he 

used it as a recurrent expression every 

time the occasion calls for it. In his 

book, he shares various ways on how 

to acknowledge kindness, goodness, 

and gentleness beyond words. He also 

reminds us that words can be more 

meaningful than just the usual greeting 

or affirmation. Anyone can be guided to 

use words to bring confidence, joy, and 

encouragement to the people we interact 

with every day. 

Elsie’s disability may have changed 

their lives, but Ralph discovered that in 

a world full of negativity, unexpected 

acts of kindness, grace, and generosity 

still exist. And for that, he is beyond 

grateful. He says, “Part of going beyond 

is imparting grace and kindness to 

persons you thank, making them glad 

they took the time to be gracious. They 

are inspired to do it again, and you 

encouraged in by your ‘Thank you.’” 

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Contributor - Poetry by Sally Ann Fenton-Sherrick 

RAINBOWS & ROSES 

Rainbows and Roses, their colors divine. 

One melts in my Heart, One lives in my Mind. 

My world was all Rainbows the day that we met. 

And the Roses you sent me, I will never forget. 

Life is not perfect but Love has a way. 

Of making a Rainbow on a dark dreary day. 

To brighten the skies of a Heart that’s been broke. 

And the smell of a Rose, gives a new ray of Hope. 

A Rose holds our memories of a place or a time. 

When Rainbows were present and the sun did not shine. 

God gave us these Treasurers to show us the way. 

Heaven will look on a Bright Sunny Day. 

Hold onto that Rainbow you see in the sky. 

Treasure that Rose that caused you to cry. 

Memories are Priceless in our Minds and our Hearts. 

Our Love for each other is where it all starts. 

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Author Sally Ann Fenton-Sherrick’s life is not perfect but Love has a way. Of making a Rainbow on 

a dark dreary day. To brighten the skies of a Heart that’s been broke. And the smell of a Rose gives 

a new ray of Hope. 

A Rose holds our memories of a place or a time. When rainbows were present and the sun did not 

shine. God gave us these treasurers to show us the way. Heaven will look on a Bright sunny day. 

Hold onto that rainbow you see in the sky. Treasure that Rose that caused you to cry. Memories 

are Priceless in our Minds and our Hearts. Our Love for each other is where it all starts. 


Contributor - Poetry by Cheryl Batavia 

A Return to the Beach 

Karenia brevis…such a pretty name… 

Such an ugly reality for the state of Florida! 

The stench of death wafting up from the 

beach and seeping into our houses. 

Months of red tide: cabin fever, coughing, 

struggling to breathe, malaise. 

Motels, restaurants, charter boat captains... 

many businesses… all wondering 

if the snowbirds will ever return… 

Officially, the red tide has been over 

for several months now, though toxic 

blue-green algae still fouls our rivers. 

Snowbird cars with license plates from 

Ontario, Indiana, Vermont, Montana have 

crowded beach parking lots all season long. 

A plague of blizzards, northern 

climate change, may bother snowbirds 

more than Karenia brevis! 

I have been recovering my strength. 

Though the carnage is past, I am haunted 

by the smell of dead fish. I grieve the loss 

of sea turtles, manatees, and dolphins. 

I must overcome my fears and sorrow… 

walk on the sand, swim in the water. 

Today is the day! I will return to the beach! 

The sun is shining on pristine white sand, 

a fresh breeze blows in over bright blue water. 

A long, silvery shoal of tiny fish swim, 

just beyond the surf. A flock of pelicans 

are having a party far out on the sand bar… 

No humans allowed! I swim for a while, 

then walk along the beach, enjoying the sun 

and collecting shark teeth. 

Marveling at Mother Nature’s resilience, 

I am filled with hope that Florida may recover. 

The hurricanes that stir up sediments from 

the floor of the Gulf and Lake Okeechobee 

may be intensifying…climate change. 

Is it a natural cycle beyond our control? 

We do have the power to clean up 

Lake Okeechobee, stop releasing runoff 

into our rivers and oceans, and restore 

the flow of water to the Everglades. We can 

investigate issues of climate change, and 

plan a future with a healthier environment. 

We have the power. Do we have the vision? 

Can we exercise the will? 

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Impressions 

and Inspirations 

An exclusive interview with author Cheryl Batavia 

By: Calvin Garcia 

Retired teacher and now a published 

author of several books, Cheryl Batavia 

takes a break from writing her next 

best-selling book to talk to us about her 

inspiring literary journey and all the 

struggles she faced along the way. 

Cheryl, a daughter of a Methodist 

minister, grew up exploring the 

Pennsylvania farm country, the Blue 

Ridge Mountains, and the Shenandoah 

Valley of Virginia during the fifties and 

sixties. She was a school teacher for 

twenty years before she retired in 2011 to 

find time from her busy schedule to enjoy 

doing the things she loves. 

She has always dreamed of publishing 

a book of poems, and now that she has 

already turned that dream into reality 

with her books Wonders and the threepart, 

critically-acclaimed series, Hanging 

Out with Wild Animals, she hopes to 

inspire her readers with the experiences 

and perspectives in the poems she writes. 

Calvin: How did publishing your first 

book change your process of writing? 

Cheryl: I am very fortunate to have 

lived a life filled with many different 

experiences. My books are written as 

my legacy. My first book, Wonders, is 

autobiographical, poems inspired by men 

I have loved. Hanging Out with Wild 

Animals is my second book. 

When I first started writing the Wild 

Animals books, I felt I had nothing to 

say. I decided to write about my personal 

encounters with wild animals. I wanted 

to be authentic, so I wrote only about 

animals I had observed. Every poem 

in the books is inspired by personal 

experience. Narrative poems in the books 

are true stories from my life. 

I researched every animal I wrote about 

to be sure the depictions of animals in the 

poems were accurate. I added my feelings 

and reflections, and I tried to imagine 

what the animals may have been feeling 

or thinking. This resulted in poems in 

which talking animals are juxtaposed 

with scientific information. 

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I didn’t get very far with my writing 

before I discovered that I did have 

something to say, after all. Several 

environmental themes emerged in my 

poems: extinction of species, invasive 

species, and habitat preservation. I found 

myself adding my voice in support of 

efforts to preserve wild animals and their 

habitats for future generations. 


“. . .Batavia knows how to engage her young 

readers even while educating them. . .The animals 

seem to step or fly right off the skillfully laid 

out pages and into the welcoming hearts of 

both children and parents.” - Donna Ford of 

the US Review of Books on Hanging Out with 

Wild Animals 

My values as a teacher soon appeared in 

my writing. I believe that awareness of 

the world outside yourself is preparation 

for a lifetime of learning. 

Personal values also surfaced in the 

poems: empathy for other people and 

all living things, being truthful with 

yourself and others, being a participant 

in your own life and in the world around 

you, and being willing to get involved in 

making the world a better place. 

Do you try more to be original or to 

deliver to readers what they want? 

My poems are a personal legacy. I 

don’t write to be original or to deliver 

to readers what they want. My goal in 

writing the Wild Animals books is to 

be authentic and thought-provoking. I 

believe readers will feel a connection with 

the environmental and universal themes 

in the poems, and I hope they will enjoy 

reading the books as much as I have 

enjoyed writing them. 

If you could tell your younger writing self 

anything, what would it be? 

Learn to type. Two-finger typing makes 

life more difficult if you are a writer. Of 

course, there’s voice activation… Become 

proficient with computers, and stay 

current with technology. This will save 

you a lot of headaches! 

How many hours a day do you write? 

I don’t write every day. I keep a list of 

topics for future poems and write when 

ideas come to me. Sometimes I write 

obsessively, forgetting to eat or sleep. I 

also spend many hours repeatedly editing 

and revising over a long period of time. 

What are the ethics of writing about 

your book? 

Be truthful. Care about your subject and 

your readers. 

What one thing would you give up to 

become a better writer? 

Time. I put myself and my life 

into my books. 

What is the most difficult part of your 

artistic process? 

Editing. What you take away is as 

important as what you leave in. Deciding 

what to take out is a painful process, but 

it makes your writing better. 

Does your family support your career 

as a writer? 

Comments and suggestions from family 

members have been very valuable to 

me. Family members have also tolerated 

extended periods when I work obsessively, 

forgetting to eat or sleep. 

What is your writing “kryptonite”? 

Trying to write without inspiration. . .I 

cannot just sit down at the computer and 

decide to write. 

What are traps for aspiring writers? 

I am an aspiring writer, so I am just 

finding that out. I would tell an aspiring 

author that writing and marketing books 

takes a lot of time and effort. 

Do you think someone could be a writer 

if they don’t feel emotions strongly? 

Whatever the genre, I think the writer 

needs to care deeply about his subject and 

his readers. 

In totality, what is the message of your 

Book and you as an Author? 

Live your life mindfully, with selfawareness 

and awareness of the world 

around you. Know you are alive. Don’t 

miss anything! 

Be curious; ask good questions. Do 

research to find answers. Being curious 

expands your knowledge and enriches 

your life. 

I believe that the secret to happiness is 

appreciating what you have. The world 

around us and the animals that live 

here are wonderful gifts of nature to be 

appreciated and enjoyed. 

Your survival and the survival of all living 

things are linked together. Develop a 

connection with Mother Nature and 

empathy for all living things. 

Do all you can to make the world a better 

place for future generations. Make a 

commitment to the environment. 

I have found that the Golden Rule, 

virtually universal in religions and 

philosophies, is the best guide for my life: 

Treat others as you wish to be treated. 

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Take a peek inside Cheryl’s upcoming book, 

Inspiring Places: Beautiful Photos, Memories & Impressions of Life. 

Shenandoah National Park 

There’s no place like the Blue Ridge 

to make me happy through and through, 

mountains fading into the distance 

in shades of green and blue. 

There’s no green like ferns 

growing in drifts on the forest floor; 

they make me feel alive 

like I’ve never felt before. 

No moment is quite like the 

moment a deer appears with her fawn, 

browsing at the edge of a meadow 

in the hazy dawn. 

There’s nothing quite like 

a waterfall to stir me in my soul, 

flashing in the sunlight, 

cascading to a shady pool. 

No colors are quite like the reds and 

yellows of maples in the fall. 

The mountains are blazing with color, 

and the morning air is chill. 

Shenandoah winters are miracles 

blanketed in white. 

Icicles and snowy evergreens 

glisten in the light. 

Nothing signals springtime like the 

green line, creeping up from valleys 

below, 

bringing the mountains back to life 

after the melting snow. 

There’s nothing more joyous than 

wildflowers brightening the spring. 

The trilliums and the mountain laurels 

make my spirit sing. 

There’s nowhere like the Blue Ridge 

to view the setting sun… 

flaming colors soften…stars twinkle… 

and lights in the Valley come on. 

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Don’t Stop 

Yourself From 

Being You 

Arrabella B. Gochuico 

Illustrated by 

Arrabella Gochuico 

and Melissa Romo 

A lot of us believe that writing a book is taxing 

and challenging. It can be really overwhelming 

if you think about it. But Arrabella B. Gochuico 

wasn’t intimidated by the thought and was able 

to write and publish Don’t Stop Yourself from 

Being You! This is quite an achievement given 

the fact that Arrabella is only seven years old. So 

how did Arrabella achieve something that most 

of us have a hard time attaining? 

We asked Arrabella about this and she shared 

that she practiced writing a lot, and was inspired 

by reading the Junie B. Jones children’s book 

series by Barbara Park. Asked what she can 

tell other kids about writing, she says, “Writing 

takes a little bit of time, and when you write, it 

should come from your heart.” 

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Wise words from a very talented child. It’s fitting 

that the message of her book is to always trust 

in yourself and have courage in what you can do. 


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loves to travel, try new restaurants, and watch classic movies. With a Master's degree in Reading and 

Literacy, she works as a substitute teacher for all grade levels. Seeing that a lot of the students struggled 

to read, pronounce high frequency words and divide words into syllables, she became inspired to write. 

With the help of her four beagles’ antics, she developed the desire to share some of their adventures in 

a children's book. This idea incorporated the beginning reading process with an introduction or review 

of high frequency words, phonograms, whole words, and pronunciation all molded into a story line for 

beginning and struggling readers. 

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He lives in remote South-Central Missouri near a 

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moved into energy work and metaphysical teachings by the time 

he was a teenager. He credits his natural mother for opening 

the door to soul expanding opportunities and encouraging his 

spiritual journey. He holds a religious teaching certificate from 

the American Baptist Theological Seminary and a Bachelors 

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JAVITS CENTER, NYC

A Diamond in 

the Rough 

A character sketch by Carolyn Bourns 

Lee and I had been invited to Uncle 

Merle and Aunt Velma’s home in 

Clear Lake to go frog gigging. I had no 

idea what that might entail, but in my 

youthful desire to impress my future 

husband and in-laws, I was willing to 

give anything a try. 

On the two-hour trip Lee tried to 

prepare me. His sweet sad eyes and 

gentle manner expressed his love for 

the man I was about to meet. Uncle 

Merle, although not a blood relative, was 

the only father Lee had known. Merle 

Croy had grown up in Tennessee and 

Arkansas, working as a fire boss in the 

coal mines. His job was to go down into 

the mine first to determine whether or 

not it was safe for the men to follow— 

sort of the human canary. When he 

became a union organizer trying to 

get better conditions for the miners, 

he was so exuberant in his mission, he 

was proud to declare, “They blackballed 

me in forty states!” Unable to get work, 

Merle loaded his family into his truck 

and set out for California. 

As we entered the Croy’s modest onebedroom 

trailer, Aunt Velma stood to 

greet us. Her tall raw-boned appearance 

was reminiscent of the farmwife in 

Grant Wood’s American Gothic. 

“Merle’s went to town to pick up ‘a 

mickey.’ He’ll be back soon,” she said. 

“Who’s Mickey?” I asked my 

fiancé quietly. 

Lee looked down at his feet. Aunt 

Velma snorted, patted my hand and 

said I would get to know mickey very 

well, if I planned to become part of the 

family. A mickey, I was soon to discover, 

was a half pint of whiskey kept in Uncle 

Merle’s back pocket at all times. 

We had just been seated at a small 

chrome and Formica dinette table 

overlooking the street, when a battered 

pickup came to a grinding halt out front. 

I watched as the door flew open and 

out lunged an enormous bald-headed 

man. He held the truck door open with 

a beefy hand and ushered two adorable 

miniature poodle dogs out onto the 

driveway. The tiny pups trotted adoringly 

along behind as Uncle Merle bolted 

through the gate, took three strides to 

the front door and threw it open. 

“Hell, Buster!” he bellowed. “You here 

already with the li’l gal you been tellin’ 

us so much about?” 

The room shrunk noticeably as Uncle 

Merle loomed over me. Terrified, I stood 

to meet the bull of a man who, although 

well past his prime, still stood some sixfeet-two 

and easily tipped the scales well 

above 250 pounds. He wore bib overalls, 

a white T-shirt and a Giants’ baseball 

cap. As he vigorously pumped my hand, 

I could feel his appraising gaze sizing 

me up. I finally summoned the courage 

to look up into his ruddy face and 

round blue eyes. A deep intelligence and 

understanding shone through in stark 

contrast to his outward gruffness. 

“Welcome, Little Lady,” he said. 

“Frog giggin’ should be mighty 

entertainin’ tonight.” 

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Well, the dinner dishes were done, the 

outboard loaded and the four intrepid 

frog killers pushed off from the Lucerne 

dock at about 8:00 that summer evening. 

We made our way to the sloughs at 

the far end of Clear Lake. By the time 

we got to frog gigging territory it was 

dark, which was all part of the plan. If 

you have a boat, it seems that not much 


more paraphernalia was required for 

this particular sport. However, a strong 

flashlight and the gig were crucial. 

I was intimately familiar with flashlights, 

but a frog gig was something I’d never 

encountered. Always resourceful, 

Uncle Merle fashioned our gig for the 

evening out of a broom handle with a 

sharp metal trident wired to one end. 

The goal of the evening was to skewer 

sufficient numbers of these unsuspecting 

amphibians to salvage their legs to 

provide meat for tomorrow morning’s 

breakfast. 

The hunting strategy was simple: 1) 

sit quietly in the dark and wait for 

the frogs to start croaking; 2) turn on 

the flashlight and transfix the closest 

bullfrog in a beam of light; 3) deliver the 

coup de grace by thrusting the prongs 

of the gig into the glowing eyes of the 

mesmerized creature. It was my dubious 

honor that evening to have been selected 

to gig the first frog. 

It had taken about an hour by outboard 

motor to get the four of us down the 

length of the lake to the appropriate 

spot. Uncle Merle cut the motor and 

we sat quietly bobbing in the dark. 

Cattails and rotting logs stuck up out 

of the murky water and the stench of 

decay was inescapable. Soon the frogs 

started to ribbit and croak. Lee turned 

on the flashlight and a beam shot into 

the swamp illuminating numerous 

sets of eye. 

“Can’t I just watch someone else do this 

for a while until I get the hang of it?” 

I implored. 

“Oh, don’t you worry, Dearie,” Velma 

soothed. “I’ll help you.” 

I stood at the bow of the boat with the 

gig cocked high above my head in the 

ready position. Velma stood behind me 

to guide my arm. In unison the two of us 

gave a mighty heave and hurled the gig 

in the general direction of the glowing 

eyes of our intended target. The frog 

slipped off its perch into the water as 

the sharp prongs of the gig imbedded 

themselves deeply into a rotted log 

submerged below the water line. I 

yanked at the stick still clutched in my 

hand to retrieve the gig. To my horror, 

my arm came back with an empty 

broom handle. I was now responsible for 

ruining the evening. 

Without a second thought I jumped out 

of the boat into the water. Sinking down 

past my waist in the muck and debris, I 

gave up a silent prayer for help finding 

the proverbial 

‘needle in the haystack.’ Holding onto 

the gunwale with one hand, I reached 

into the swampy depths with the other 

and felt around the rotting log for the 

gig. My prayer was answered and, after 

a really hard yank, I came up with the 

missing killing device in my hand. 

Lee helped me back into the boat as 

Uncle Merle bellowed, “Jeezus Christ, 

Buster, she’s a keeper! That’s one gutsy 

woman you got there.” 

Well, I guess I had passed Uncle Merle’s 

initiation and could now become an 

honored member of the family. Merle 

repaired the gig in short order and the 

more skilled hunters of our expedition 

filled the cooler with frog’s legs. The 

creatures were cleaned right there in 

the boat and the remains dumped 

unceremoniously back in the water 

adding to the grime. 

The challenges of the evening, however, 

were not over. Uncle Merle was pretty 

well snockered when it came time to 

head back. We had been using oars as 

we floated the sloughs to remain quiet. 

Now this huge man stood in the back 

of the boat and pulled the cord to start 

the outboard motor. It sputtered, but 

wouldn’t start. He tried again and still 

nothing but a little putter and a lot of 

cussing on his part. On the third try, 

he yanked so hard that the starter cord 

pulled completely out of the casing and 

Merle fell backward over the seat. We 

almost capsized as Velma, Lee and I 

tried to steady the boat and save our 

hard-earned breakfast. 

Well, there was nothing to be done but 

start rowing. It was a long way back. I 

was filthy, wet, and cold from my heroic 

antics earlier in the evening, so it was a 

miserable way to end a truly memorable 

evening. Velma kept berating Merle as 

we all took turns rowing the boat back 

to Lucerne. 

Our frog leg breakfast the next morning, 

however, was fit for a king. 

Threatened by an early childhood heart infection, 

Carolyn Bourns spends the first half of her life 

carefully building structures she has been told will 

keep her safe—husband, home, children, teaching 

career—but when she begins experiencing 

alarming heart arrhythmias at age forty-five, 

these structures start to dissolve, compelling 

her to take a close look at how safe and ideal 

her life really is. 

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Follow Bourns as she recounts the extraordinary 

events that cast her out of the ordinary world 

of her birth and into the extraordinary world of 

the unseen as her heart continues to speak 

deeper truths. 


ONE-ON-ONE 

EXCLUSIVE 

By: Calvin Garcia 

I had the honor and the opportunity 

to chat with Raju Ramanathan, worldrenowned 

enlightenment guru and 

author of Souls from Mercury, to learn 

more about his book and his message, 

discover what inspired him to write, 

and hear what advice he has for 

aspiring authors. 

About Raju Ramanathan 

Raju, popularly referred to as Datta Yogi 

Raja, is one of the most sought-after 

life coaches of high profiled individuals, 

as well as a distinguished improvement 

champion for major corporations. He 

is a brilliant scientist of both inner and 

outer worlds who has been teaching 

meditation and mediation since he 

was thirteen. 

His techniques took the numerous 

countries by storm, where the diverse 

cultural backgrounds haven’t hindered 

to enlighten even modern communities 

through his spiritual messages. A 

truly life transforming experience and 

unique in its ways, his teachings have 

gained popularity from yoga to medical 

practices which asked for guesting 

opportunities on several TV and radio 

programs in Canada. He has successfully 

bridged the two debatable realms of 

science and religion. 

“I chose Mercury as the golden mean between 

Mars and Venus because it symbolizes wisdom 

in the astrological tradition. . .He represents wit, 

wisdom, and agility. Astrologically, he rules over 

the solar plexus and the nervous system. Those who 

are born under the influence of Mercury are highly 

intelligent and ingenious.” –Raju Ramanathan 

Read our Exclusive Interview with 

Author Raju Ramanathan: 

Calvin: 

Have you always known that you would 

become a writer? Have you always 

wanted to be one? How did you get into 

writing? What or who inspired you? 

Raju: I have always wanted to be a 

writer. When I was just 10 years old, 

I wrote a huge book of comics with 

stories written by me and distributed to 

all my classmates at school. 

My cousin helped me to draw the 

pictures. But my preoccupation with 

Technical education and working at very 

responsible corporate positions never 

allowed me the luxury of leisure time to 

do so. In the last four years my son and 

daughter in law inspired me to put all 

my seminars given around the world to 

be put into a book form for being read 

by all of their friends. They supplied me 

with the photographs which they had 

taken during their global travels. They 

have been my inspiration. My spiritual 

Masters gave me further impetus. 

Do you still remember the first book 

you loved reading or the one that made 

the greatest impact on your life? Tell us 

about it and why do you love it? 

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I remember the first books at age 

eleven which were intentionally put by 

my uncles at my bed side.. They were, 

The Bhagwat Gita, the scripture of 

the Hindus and The Holy Bible, the 

scripture of the Christians. As I started 

reading them side by side, I saw a 

striking similarity between them. When 

I had difficult moments in my life I will 

simply open one of the books and Lo 

and behold, the answer to my issue at

hand was right there. That is why I loved 

both the book. In fact I memorized 

many sections of both and shared with 

friends at school. My book Souls from 

Mercury actually emerged on those 

days which is half a century before. The 

amount of quotations from both the 

scriptures can be seen all over my book 

now being published in 2019, 

Tell us about your book. Why should 

people read it? Do you think that it will 

make a difference in their lives and in 

what way? 

My book is about a new dawn and a 

new hope for mankind even though 

it is entitled differently. It describes a 

pathway for mankind like the Celestine 

Prophecy. I call it as evolution through 

an inward revolution in every person. 

The system recommended is through 

“Chakra purification” which is very 

much what is recommended by other 

authors such as Carolyn Myss in 

the field of the emerging “Energy 

Medicine”. People of all ages should 

read my work because they will find 

answers to so many nagging questions 

in their minds that they were afraid of 

asking their parents or even their priests. 

I am positive that this could transform 

their relationship with themselves, 

with the family, and eventually the 

relationship with a personal God. 

Tell us something about you that only a 

few people know. Why is this not known 

so much? 

Only a few people know that I am a 

unique combination of a Scientist, a 

Mystic and an artist. In the past the 

scientific community only saw my 

technical ability to innovate, The 

spiritual community saw me as a great 

Yogi and a Master of meditation and 

my family saw the great inters I have in 

in Poetry and music. This combination 

is not known so much because I kept 

this as a secret and wanted it to be 

discovered by others. They finally 

did! My grandchildren address me as 

“Master Bubloo”, a favorite nickname 

of their own. This unique combination 

is what I describe as a SOUL FROM 

MERCURY. I see this potential in 

everyone if only they attempt to purify 

their Chakras. 

In your perspective what makes a 

successful author? 

A successful author should feel like 

Isaac Newton who said that I am 

nothing and I am standing on the 

shoulders of other scientists before my 

time and looked ahead. 

A successful author is not there to 

impose his or her own opinions to be 

infused into other minds. Recently 

I read this amazing sentence while 

reading the Publication Manual of the 

American Psychological Magazine. Section 

1.03 of this text reads “The authorship 

encompasses not only those who do the 

actual writing but also those who have 

made substantial scientific contributions 

to the study. It makes reference to 

further literature to substantiate 

this idea. 

What is the most challenging part of 

your writing journey? How did you go 

about it? 

The most challenging part of my writing 

journey was to fulfil the requirement 

of most well-known publishers. They 

said: “Give us a final product that we 

can get printed.” In other words they 

wanted me to produce a manuscript that 

has already gone through all editorial 

assessment and grammatical corrections, 

computer alignment and all the rest. 

They were unwilling to help me with any 

of these tasks. 

One fine morning, I was finally 

approached by Authors Press who gave 

me all the help I need and coached me 

all the way in these tasks. I am so very 

grateful to all the great men and women 

in their teams. My book has finally seen 

the light of the day! 

What advice would you give you to 

aspiring authors? 

Here is a poem that I heard in my 

childhood. It goes like this. “Work while 

you work, play while you play, that is the 

way to be happy and gay. All that you 

do, do it with your might, things done 

by halves are never done right.” 

Here is another one from famous poet 

HW Longfellow: 

“The heights by great men reached and 

kept were not attained by sudden flight. 

They, while their companions slept, were 

toiling upwards in the night.” 

Give us one word that best describes you 

as an author 

Here it is! A MYSTIC. Life is a mystery 

to be lived. 

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A scientist of both the inner and the outer worlds, 

he is sought after by both major corporations and 

individuals to be their guide and life coach. 


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William Steiner II, MD, PhD, is President and Medical Director 

of University Hospitals (UH) Accountable Care Organization, 

and Assistant Clinical Professor of Medicine at Case Western 

Reserve University School of Medicine in Cleveland, OH. Dr. 

Steiner also serves as Site Director of UH University Suburban 

Health Center (USHC) Physicians within University Hospitals 

Medical Practices (UHMP) in South Euclid, OH. 



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Come and meet 

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Adriana Pernetz was born in Caracas, Venezuela. She moved 

to Texas in 1997 to work in education. She completed her high 

school years in Trafalgar Castle School in Ontario, Canada where 

she learned English and the love of books. She has a degree in 

Pedagogical Sciences from UCAB in Caracas, Venezuela and a 

Master’s in Bilingual Education from SMU in Dallas, Texas. She 

has taught elementary school for over 20 years. 



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Alan R. Hall is a North Carolina columnist and theater critic who has plied 

his trade for over thirty years. He is also a published poet, essayist, short 

story author as well as a theater enthusiast. Mr. Hall is a graduate of Augusta 

State University of Georgia, and studied oral interpretation for performance 

at the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill. This is his first full-length 

novel. Alan lived and worked in Chapel Hill, NC, from 1974 to 2008, where he 

worked closely with theater groups on campus, as well as traveling the state 

to see shows performed from the Flat Rock Playhouse near Hendersonville, 

his boyhood home, to theaters in Manteo and the Outer Banks. He has been 

married for over 40 years to Mary Patrick. Since semi-retirement, they make 

their home on a twenty-acre animal preserve near Oxford, NC. 



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Unknown Evil 

A short story by Ronald Higgins 

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Tuesday, Oct. 28th 

It was a cold winter night. The wind was 

whistling through the cracks of the old 

brownstone house. The house was built 

in the 1780s. New York winters were 

notoriously cold. This house seemed to 

make everything feel colder. Tom had 

gone to bed early because the electricity 

had gone out. There was a storm in the 

area, and there were no candles. Tom 

always kept candles in the house, but 

the last black-out took all the candles 

he had, and he had forgotten to buy 

more. Thank goodness black-outs only 

happened once in a while and didn’t 

last long. They were usually at night 

and in winter when New York was at 

its coldest. 

The wind howled so hard the kitchen 

window blew out and wrenched Tom 

from an otherwise sound sleep. He 

walked down the stairs wishing he 

had a candle to light the way. All of a 

sudden the lights in the house flashed 

on and off, and on and off again. Tom 

knew in an instant that lightning had 

struck the electric box again. He tripped 

in the darkened hallway going toward 

the kitchen and took a hard fall. As he 

got up, he felt something warm oozing 

down the side of his face; there was no 

mistaking the feeling of warm blood. 

While wiping it from the side of his 

face, he heard a terrifying sound from 

the kitchen. 

He slowly walked toward the sound. 

As he passed the living room, he saw 

his father’s shotgun hanging over the 

mantle of the fireplace. His father took 

it with him when he went hunting upstate 

New York; it was one of the few 

things his father had left him when he 

died. Tom went to the mantle, took the 

gun down, and then went to his desk 

to get the shells. When he loaded the 

shells in the gun, he heard that same 

blood-curdling sound, only this time 

it sounded closer. Tom hurried to load 

the gun. As he put the last shell in the 

gun and pumped the first shell in the 

chamber, a big human-like hand reached 

over the desk. It grabbed the gun by 

the barrel and in one twist broke it in 

half. The room was dark except for the 

reflection of a street lamp from outside. 

The creature then picked Tom up and 

threw him out the window, down onto 

the street. 

When the police arrived the next 

morning, they found Tom’s body lying 

next to the lamp post. He was dead and 

his neck broken. 

Two of New York’s finest had been 

assigned to the case, Lieutenant’s 

Edward Clancy and David Rizzo. 

Clancy took the lead on the case. Clancy 

and Rizzo had been partners for about 

nine years. They worked well together. 

The first thing they wanted to do was 

search the house. They went over it with 

a fine tooth comb. 

While searching the house, they found 

a secret tunnel in the library. One of the 

walls opened to a hidden passageway 

that led to the old New York City 

subway system going back about a 

hundred years. 

The house owner is a mister Thomas 

Mead and his wife. They had no 

children. Clancy told Rizzo to contact 

the wife and see if she knew anything. In 

the meantime, Clancy went to city hall. 

He wanted to take a look at the floor 

plans of the house. By the time Clancy 

returned to the house with a copy of the 

plans Rizzo had contacted the wife, and 

she was going to meet him at the house. 

While Rizzo was waiting for the wife, 

he did a little searching of his own. 

That’s when he found a journal and 

gave it to Clancy to read. After a few 

minutes of reading Clancy deduced that 

it was nothing more than daily writing 

of what Mr. Mead was up to. But also, it 

had some strange writings that Clancy 

figured was some incantations. Problem 

was he didn’t know what it was used for, 

but he was sure he would find out. The 

journal did say that Mr. Mead was not 

happy with his wife and suspected that 

she was cheating on him. Maybe he was 

up to a little payback when he was killed. 

Further reading revealed that Mr. 

Mead used the incantations to bring a 

Minotaur from history to the present 

day to kill his wife and her lover that 

way he couldn’t be implicated of any 

involvement. It looked like the plan 

backfired. Mr. Mead was a history 

professor at a nearby college according 

to the Journal, and he was into the 

occult which explains the incantations in 

the journal. 

After Clancy had read over the copy 

of the map that was in city hall, he 

decided that he and Rizzo should take 

a trip down in the tunnel and find this 

creature and bring him in if possible. 

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As they entered the tunnel, they had 

no idea what they were going to find. 

After an hour or so of downhill twists 

and turns, they came upon an opening 

to a big dome. They entered with care 

and excitement. At the center of the 

dome, they saw the Creature sitting on

the rock. The Creature spoke much to 

their surprise. 

“Come in I have been expecting you.” 

They were shocked to find out that he 

spoke none more so than Clancy who 

spoke first. “Where are you from?” 

“I am from a different time and place. 

Can you return me to that place?” 

Clancy spoke, “We can but will not 

be able to.” 

“Why not?” 

“You have committed a crime in our 

time and place and must pay the price.” 

“Price?” 

Clancy continued, “You must atone for 

your crime.” 

“What crime did I commit?” 

“You have committed the crime 

of murder.” This time it was Rizzo 

who spoke. 

Come and meet 

“But I have only done what was 

requested of me so that I may be sent 

back to where I came.” 

“In the eyes of the people that govern 

this world in which you reside in you 

have committed the crime of murder 

for which could carry a death sentence. 

We cannot allow you to return to 

your world. 

“If I cannot return to my world I must 

die in yours.” He stands and starts 

walking toward Clancy. Clancy pulls his 

gun and warns the creature to stop, or 

he will shoot. The creature kept walking 

toward him with his hands raised. 

Clancy fires his gun twice hitting the 

creature in the chest. The creature falls 

to the ground at which point Rizzo 

runs toward the body and pulls out the 

camera and snaps a few pictures, saying, 

“I need these for my scrapbook.” 

As he snapped the pictures, the creature 

on the ground started to fade away. 

Clancy and Rizzo just stood there in 

total amazement and wondered. 

Luisa Plancher 

at the 



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Luisa Mirella Plancher is an Italian school teacher who 

married an American citizen in 1970. She earned a degree 

in Political Science and entered social work when she 

transfered in the USA. 

Now there is nobody on the ground the 

body has completely disappeared. 

Rizzo speaks, “Great now how are we 

going to explain this to the Chief?” 

Clancy says, “I don’t know, but you 

better hope those pictures come out.” 

Clancy continues, “I think I know what 

just happened. When you shot him, you 

also killed the spell that brought him 

here, and his body went back to where it 

came. I hope it stays there.” 

Later back at the police station Clancy 

finished up the report and turned it into 

the Chief. 

After reading the report, the chief sat 

there shaking his head. Then he looked 

at Clancy and Rizzo who was sitting 

across from him in his office and spoke. 

“Well I’m not sure how this report is 

going to go over with my superiors 

upstairs, but it does explain everything.” 

He then smiles at both of them. Clancy 

and Rizzo laugh. 

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Ronald Higgins graduated from Massanutten Military Academy in 

Woodstock, VA in 1959. He began his creative endeavors with a stint 

as an actor after serving a tour of duty in Japan. The highlight of those 

early endeavors was a small role in the film Lady Liberty, which featured 

Sophia Loren. Ronald transitioned very naturally from acting into writing 

screenplays. Having been bitten by the writing bug, he decided to tackle 

a novel. His first published book is Maggie I Love You. So far, he has 

followed that up with Picture Them Dead and there are many more to 

come! Ronald retired to Tennessee where he spends his time writing 

new novels and promoting his existing ones. 


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University majoring in psychology and worked in a management 

position in the insurance industry for many years. She resides in 

a suburb in New Jersey with her husband, Joe, and keeps herself 

busy with family and friends. She attends monthly workshops on 

life choices and spirituality to continue her learning. 


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for many years as an avocation and intends to write more historical 

novels from that period. He will rely on authentic historical 

documents, accepted academic theories, forensic analysis and 

legal research to guide his writing. He has used his 48 years as a 

trial attorney to reason through evidence available to assemble a 

credible narrative most closely derived from sources and consistent 

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Contributor - Short Story by Ivor Kovac 

Trouble on the 

Sea of Mars 

Short story and illustration by Ivor Kovac 

Chapter 3 

Cultural 

Observations 

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When Nathan went to talk with Kor- 

Neev, she spoke as soon as she saw him, 

preempting anything he might have said. 

“Nathan,” she said. “It is good to see 

you. I have written a list of compounds 

I require, and I have specified quantities 

for each item. I wish to have these 

compounds and a place where I can 

work to mix them appropriately.” 


Nathan reached out and took the 

list from her. 

“What is all this?” he asked. 

“I wish to disguise myself as one of 

your people. It is important for me to 

make observations about your society 

and culture. I have already learned 

everything I could learn about your ship 

and the operations here on this base. I 

require additional experiences if I am 

to properly represent your culture to 

my father.” 

“Your father?” 

“Yes, my father is the Sovereign of 

Krentholkan.” 

“Your father is the Sovereign? How 

come you didn’t say anything else about 

this before?” 

“It is of little importance and has no 

bearing on my performance.” 

“Well, I guess if your father is the one 

we have to persuade then it’s good we 

have you as our Advocate.” 

“Your opponents will have my brother as 

their Advocate.” 

“Oh…” 

“Now, I must have those compounds 

as swiftly as possible. Please make the 

necessary requisitions. My natural 

appearance will attract inordinate 

amounts of attention if I am to 

experience your culture properly, I need 

to observe it’s normal functioning.” 

“Yeah, I guess all the gawkers and 

excited crowds would get in the 

way of that.” 

“Indeed. I intend to create a compound 

which will temporarily die my skin to 

appear as yours. The women of my race 

often die their skin with temporary dies 

for aesthetic purposes. My eye lining 

is a product of die, and it need only be 

reapplied every ten days. The darker 

color of my lips is similarly produced.” 

“That’s pretty clever. I suppose it would 

save a lot of time. The women of my 

world would probably go for something 

like that. They wouldn’t have to apply 

makeup every day, or at least, those of 

them who want to wear it every day.” 

“Indeed. I will also require a human 

woman to provide me with an 

appropriate wardrobe.” 

“I’ll see what I can do.” 

A week later, the supplies came; Kor- 

Neev disappeared for hours. When she 

was finished, Nathan was summoned to 

her quarters. 

When he reached her quarters, he 

found the guards stationed outside, 

and the door shut. The door opened, 

and a woman stuck her head out and 

motioned for Nathan to come forward. 

Nathan knew that woman. She was the 

general’s secretary. He had always found 

her rather attractive and considered 

approaching her on multiple occasions, 

but now was certainly not the time. 

“She’s ready for you,” the secretary 

said, and she winked at Nathan before 

ducking back inside the door. 

Nathan scowled a little at that. He 

did not appreciate the implication the 

secretary was making. It was highly 

inappropriate given the sensitivity of the 

situation. But when he stepped inside, 

what he saw took his breath away. 

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Kor-Neev was barely recognizable. 

She looks like a normal human! 

No, she looked like a perfect specimen 

of human womanhood, and next to her, 


the secretary was practically invisible. 

Her skin was a light peach color, and 

her lips and nails were colored red. She 

wore a rather elegant dress which was 

a deep red, almost black in color. Her 

long black hair was worn mostly up and 

styled in such a way that her ears were 

strategically covered and would remain 

so even in the event of a strong wind. 

Her unusually high forehead was barely 

noticeable and could easily be dismissed 

amidst the other distractions unless one 

was particularly looking for it. 

When she had looked like an alien, it 

somehow obscured the fact that she 

was a woman, at least, as far as Nathan 

was concerned. He had always thought 

of her as a curiosity rather than a 

woman, until now. But in the interests 

of diplomacy, Nathan retained his 

composure. 

“Is my appearance acceptable?” Kor- 

Neev asked. 

“It is,” Nathan replied. 

“Very good. I do not wish to attract 

unnecessary attention.” 

Well, that’s probably still going to happen. 

The secretary winked at Nathan one 

more time before she left. 

“Let us proceed,” Kor-Neev said. 

Their first destination was Las Vegas. 

Since it was the closest metropolis, 

Kor-Neev decided that it was the most 

logical choice for experiencing life in an 

American city. Nathan tried to tell her 

otherwise, but his attempts to discourage 

her only strengthened her resolve to 

go there. 

Plainclothesmen were stationed all 

through the city, and agents surrounded 

them with a covert perimeter wherever 

they went. It was evident that Kor- 

Neev did not like the heat or the bright 

sunlight. She insisted on wearing her 

black and silver Martian visor, until 

Nathan provided her with a pair of 

sunglasses. 

Occasionally she asked about building 

materials and architecture, and on a few 

occasions she wished to examine cars 

more closely. At one point she insisted 

that Nathan waive down a car so that 

she could look under the hood. The car 

belonged to a middle aged man who was 

pleased that his car had attracted the 

attention of such a beautiful woman. 

Kor-Neev walked around the car, ran her 

hand along the paint, and scrutinized 

the components beneath the hood. 

“Well?” the man asked as he stepped out 

of his car and swaggered in her direction 

while she studied the components 

beneath the hood. “What do you think?” 

“It is a quant design,” she said. 

“What?” 

“Relatively simple, not particularly 

efficient or powerful, but easy to 

maintain…” 

“What?” 

“Come on Cora,” Nathan said as he 

hooked an arm beneath Kor-Neev’s. 

“We’ve taken up enough of this 

gentleman’s time. We’re going to be late 

for dinner.” 

“There is no specified timeframe for 

dinner,” Kor-Neev objected. 

Nathan led her away by the arm, and 

motioned for the man who owned the 

car to go. 

“Explain yourself,” Kor-Neev demanded 

when the man was gone. 

“With respect madam,” Nathan began. 

“You may look human, but you don’t 

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act human. If you don’t want to attract 

unwanted attention you need to act a 

little more… normal.” 

“I see. Very well… I trust you will 

discretely warn me when my behavior 

is in danger of garnering unwanted 

attention?” 

“Yes.” 

“Who is Cora?” 

“I thought we could use that as your 

undercover human name, so that I can 

call you something non-alien when 

other people are around.” 

“Very well, that is agreeable.” 

At the end of the day the only thing 

that impressed Kor-Neev about Las 

Vegas was the food. She described the 

architecture as “folkish” and “simplistic.” 

She had an extremely negative opinion 

about the gambling. 

“It is a foolish practice, one which 

only the lowest members of civilized 

society even consider,” Kor-Neev said. 

“I hope the majority of your people do 

not comport themselves in the fashion 

I observed today, or I will be difficult 

to persuade my father to ally with 

your people.” 

“No, it’s not normal,” Nathan said. 

“Vegas is… Vegas,” Nathan said. 

“I see. Next time we will visit another 

one of your cities.” 

The next day, they boarded an airplane 

and flew to Denver Colorado. 

“A simplistic and archaic means of 

atmospheric propulsion,” Kor-Neev said 

as the airplane took off. 

When they reached Denver, they made 

reservations at a hotel, with rooms 

directly adjacent to one another. The 

rest of the rooms along their hallway 

were taken up almost entirely with the 

security teams. 

Kor-Neev was impressed with very little 

she saw. She was more interested in the 

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food, the plants, and the animals. She 

was interested in the zoo, and while 

there she removed a small rectangular 

object and held it up in front of some of 

the animals. 

“What are you doing?” Nathan asked 

after some time. 

“Taking pictures,” Kor-Neev replied. 

“That thing is a camera?” 

“It has that functionality built in, but 

it is far more than that. I suppose it 

would be hard for you to understand at 

this point.” 

“You don’t want to tell me about it?” 

“Not at present. It would take too long 

to explain, and the purpose of this 

expedition is for me to ask questions.” 

And I would tell you about manners, 

except that it would probably take too long 

to explain! 

On their way back to their hotel, Kor- 

Neev spoke up. 

“Your culture has little to offer in 

terms of technology, architecture, and 

engineering,” Kor-Neev said. “You can 

save time by not taking me to such 

‘points of interest,’ to begin with. I 

wish to experience cultural and artistic 

venues. Perhaps your people can offer us 

aesthetic and leisure items and activities 

which will enhance our recreation time?” 

“Perhaps… In that case I have an idea,” 

Nathan said. 

He took Kor-Neev to see a movie, 

which met with her approval, barely. 

“The resolution and quality of the 

sound leaves much to be desired, and 

the lack of color is a serious deficit, but 

the storyline and action sequences were 

sufficiently diverting,” she said. 

“I’m glad you approve,” Nathan 

said flatly. 

“Although, it was primarily the aspect of 

novelty which contributed to that.” 

For the moment, Nathan thought it 

better not to tell her that Westerns were 

actually quite common. 

Over the next few days, he discovered 

that Kor-Neev found sports, “pedestrian 

and simple minded forms of diversion.” 

Contemporary music was, “poorly 

structured and lacking in substance,” 

while Opera was intriguing, and baroque 

period symphonic music was, “a wellstructured 

expression of a sophisticated 

civilization.” The majority of plays and 

movies they watched were “sufficiently 

diverting,” and the libraries were, 

“adequate and sufficiently organized in 

spite of the severe technological deficit.” 

The Roman Empire was “fascinating” 

and “showed promise,” and the Chinese 

and classic Egyptian civilizations were 

“relatable and familiar.” 

On Sunday, Nathan took her to a church 

service. She found the music “agreeable 

in sound” but “difficult to relate to in 

content.” The sermon was “a peculiar 

mixture of arguments predicated on 

logic and appeals to emotion.” 

“This is the primary religion of your 

United States?” Kor-Neev asked. 

“Yes,” Nathan said. “What do 

you think?” 

“The majority of my people do not 

believe in an active or personal deity.” 

“Really?” 

“Most of us are deists, a few are atheists, 

and a smaller number still are religious. 

However, our primary competitor is 

highly religious. They also believe that 

the intelligence who designed the 

universe can be appealed to and some 

of them even believe that said being 

speaks to them.” 

“Your primary competitor?” 

“Yes, the ‘other camp’ if you will, just 

as the Axis powers are your primary 

competitor.” 

That comment left Nathan with a sense 

of dread and foreboding. If the Krenth 

were in fact more similar to the Axis 

in values and beliefs than they were to 

America and the British Empire, then 

there was a good chance the Krenth 

would side with the Axis. 

“When I was on the base I made an 

observation,” Kor-Neev said. 

“Go ahead,” Nathan said. 

“I noticed that the majority of 

operations ceased on Sunday, and many 

ceased on Saturday.” 

“Yes, Sunday is the Lord’s day.” 

“And Saturday?” 

“I think the main reason we get 

Saturday’s off is because that’s when 

Jewish people have their services. It’s 

their Sabbath.” 

“Jewish people… I read about them in 

your libraries. Your Axis powers hold 

them in low regard.” 

“So I’ve heard.” 

“I have a question.” 

“Shoot.” 

“Do you suppose the Germans and 

Japanese will cease operations on 

Saturdays and Sundays?” 

“Probably not…” 

“Then they will complete their ship 

before you do.” 

“That is possible.” 

“You are not concerned?” 

“I’m concerned about a lot of things, 

but we don’t stop being who we are 

or abandon our higher obligations 

because of fear.” 

“It would seem you are invoking some 

sort of cultural impetus. I will need to 

gather more data before I can relate to 

the logic of your statement. Do you or 

do you not wish to attain an alliance 

with the Krenth?” 

“Well, I’m not the one who determines 

policy, I’m just a soldier. But I believe 

that both our peoples could benefit from 

each other.” 

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“That is possible, but it remains 

to be seen.” 

“It’s your job to help make that happen.” 

“It is, and I intend to carry out my 

function.” 

“Do you think we’ll win?” 

“That is impossible to determine at 

this point.”

The next day they returned to the base, 

and Kor-Neev caught up with the work 

that had gone on in their absence, but 

a short time later she grew restless, and 

wanted to travel to other locations again. 

She insisted upon visiting farms and 

ranches, then she wanted to visit a major 

city in every corner of the country. That 

procedure took two months, and Nathan 

began to fret and wondered how fit he 

would be to captain the ship after having 

been away from the project for so long. 

But at the end of that tour, Kor-Neev 

was satisfied, and they were able to 

return to the base. Nathan resumed his 

studies and training at a manic pace and 

level of intensity. One day, when he was 

studying Kor-Neev entered the room 

rather forcefully. 

“I bear welcome news,” she said. 

“What is it?” Nathan asked. 

“I have reviewed the design schematics, 

and five essential adjustments have been 

made. Your ship design is now adequate 

and space-worthy. Congratulations are 

in order. You are going to the 4 th planet.” 

Come and meet 

Chapter 4 

To Mars 

Dean Eyerly conducts biblical research as a hobby and 

enjoys sharing with others what he finds. Eyerly firmly 

believes, as do all of mankind, that Jesus is extraordinary, 

and the being that earthly people should emulate. Eyerly 

currently resides in Holland, Ohio. 

The construction of the ship progressed 

at an increasing pace as they drew 

closer to its completion, but the USS 

Teddy Roosevelt was not the only object 

that was built in orbit. A scaffolding 

designed for the purpose of providing 

support, housing for construction crews, 

and equipment was built along with 

it, and it was to become a permanent 

outpost in orbit, or space station, which 

would be continually manned. 

Men and supplies were carried to and 

from the space station by rockets. The 

first capsules were carried by two stage 

rockets, but later on a second larger 

capsule was created, which used a more 

powerful one stage rocket to propel the 

capsules beyond the atmosphere. The 

capsules themselves were reusable, and 

after each run they would parachute into 

the ocean where US Navy vessels would 

pick them up. 

Dean R. Eyerly 

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Kor-Neev spent a good deal of her time 

teaching the Krenth language to those 

who were interested. Nathan spent as 

much time as he could spare learning 

from her, and eventually he knew 

enough to read in her language, and to 

make basic requests. For some reason, 

he seemed to have a natural aptitude or 

affinity for the Krenth language. 

The Martian woman allowed her skin 

to return to its normal color. It took 

two weeks for the color to fade away, 

and throughout that process she looked 

like a human woman with dirty skin. 

However, even after her skin reverted 

to its normal color, she continued to 

dress like an Earth woman. She said she 

had only brought a handful of outfits 

from Mars with her, so it was for the 

sake of expediency that she wore Earth 

style clothing. 

After fourteen months of work, 

following the construction of the orbital 

space station, the ship was completed. 

The scientists were not satisfied and 

wanted to conduct an endless array of 

tests. Kor-Neev assured them that that 

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the majority of the tests they intended to 

run were not necessary, and that the ship 

would work. Nathan asked her if giving 

them such information might not be 

considered cheating, but she informed 

him that her brother would be doing the 

same thing with the Axis. 

In the meantime, news reached the US 

that the Nazis had launched their ship, 

the “Friedrich Nietzsche,” and they 

had done so with a good deal of pomp 

and publicity. Adolf Hitler, Benito 

Mussolini, and Emperor Hirohito were 

all present at the launch, and somehow 

film reels of the launch made it as far 

as New York. 

That news, combined with Kor-Neev’s 

reassurances that everything was in 

order caused the President to order the 

launch of the Teddy Roosevelt against 

the recommendations and objections of 

the scientists. 

Once everything was in order, Nathan 

reported to the launch site, along with 

the rest of the crew. After suiting up, 

he looked out over the launch field 

at the rockets all lined up. Some of 

the men had already begun to ascend 

the scaffolding to the capsules on top. 

Nathan would be riding with Blake, 

Kenneth, and two men from England. 

The five men approached their 

scaffolding and rode the elevator to the 

top, which afforded them an excellent 

view of the entire compound and much 

of the desert, as the elevator was simply 

a moving platform with no walls. 

When they reached the top, Nathan 

looked toward the control facility 

and saluted. He knew that President 

Roosevelt would be there watching, as 

would many other important generals. 

Then he boarded the capsule and 

strapped himself in. Once it was made 

certain that all the rockets were in 

order they began the launch, but not 

all at once. 

The rockets were all to be launched 

in pairs, and from opposite directions. 

When it was Nathan’s turn, he felt a 

surge of adrenaline, then it started. There 

was a roar accompanied by a rumble, and 

he was pressed back into his seat. Blake 

and Kenneth had been up to the ship 

before, but this was to be Nathan’s first 

time in space. 

He focused on the zenith as he stared 

through the window overhead. At first, 

he saw nothing of note, since there were 

no clouds in the sky and the airspace 

overhead had been cleared. But after 

some time, he noticed that the zenith 

was growing darker. It soon became a 

deep blue, and then it gradually faded 

to black. 

Eventually, the booster rocket beneath 

their capsule fell away, but their forward 

momentum continued. The mission had 

now entered a critical and sensitive stage. 

They would have to steer the capsule, 

making minute adjustments with their 

thrusters, and staying in constant radio 

communication with mission control on 

the ground, and with the operators on 

the space station. 

The launches had been carefully timed 

from the ground below, so they were 

headed in the general direction of the 

ship, but docking would be a delicate 

and tenuous process. A speck of white 

appeared in the blackness up ahead, and 

as they approached it grew larger. 

There it was, the USS Teddy Roosevelt, 

gleaming white against the black void of 

space. The title of the ship was written 

in black letters, and the American flag 

was painted clearly on the side. Nathan 

could not help but feel a surge of pride 

so profound that it almost caused him to 

gasp. As they drew closer to the ship, he 

could see the row of docking ports along 

the side. They were enormous sockets 

designed to accommodate the capsules. 

Blake and Kenneth hit the breaking 

thrusters so that the capsule would not 

come in too fast, and as they approached, 

they made the necessary rotations. The 

capsule had to go into the socket at a 

precise angle or the clamps would not 

be able to lock in, and they would not be 

able to open the door to get out. 

It took a while, but they docked 

successfully, and the clamps went into 

place. They carefully opened the door to 

their capsule, and were then confronted 

by the door to the ship, which was sealed 

from the outside with a combination 

lock. Once the docking door was open, 

they stepped into the Teddy Roosevelt. 

They found themselves in a small 

airtight room, with another door in front 

of them. According to the schematics, 

this room was called an “airlock” and 

it could be depressurized internally. It 

was an added measure of protection 

against the void of space. When they 

had tightly sealed the door behind 

them, they opened the door in front 

and stepped into the main part of the 

ship, if the action they took could be 

called stepping. 

They thrust themselves through the 

opening and drifted into a corridor 

which was narrow from side to side but 

tall from top to bottom, allowing easy 

access to multiple decks or floors. The 

hallways were actually white, but they 

looked like more of an ivory tone in the 

yellowish gleam of incandescent bulbs. 

The lights were spaced evenly along 

both “floor” and “ceiling,” although they 

alternated so that when there was a light 

on the floor there was nothing on the 

ceiling above, and vice versa. The lights 

were covered over with round domes 

of reinforced plastic. There were also 

rounded protrusions at various points 

along the walls to assist with movement 

by serving as points for pushing and 

pulling, and a metal rail ran along the 

wall opposite of the airlocks to serve a 

similar purpose. 

The men removed their helmets, and 

a second later, Nathan heard a hissing 

sound, like a can or bottle being opened. 

He turned in the direction of the sound 

and saw that another airlock door had 

been opened. Five suited figures came 

through and began removing their 

helmets. Kor-Neev and Dr. Robinson 

were among them, as was a US 

Ambassador, and a skilled lawyer named 

Rudolf Henley. The latter was brought 

aboard for his negotiating expertise. 

Ugh… Lawyers… 

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When Kor-Neev noticed Nathan she 

moved in his direction. 

“Greetings Captain,” she said. “I trust 

everything is in order for departure?” 

“It will be once everyone is aboard,” 

Nathan replied. 

“Make certain that you inform me when 

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the senior pastor and founder of Holy Ghost 

Evangelistic Church, Inc. She is the proud mother 

of three children; Anthony, Jamal, and Nicole. 

She is also the grandmother of six grandchildren; 

Anisha, Phoenyx, Paige Jean, Nadir, AJ, and Xari. 

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procedures. I wish to observe the process 

from the bridge.” 

“Of course.” 

“And it is better if you depart as 

swiftly as possible. As you know, your 

competitor has already departed.” 

“We’ll go as soon as we can. I’m anxious 

to see your world.” 

“Very well, but bear in mind that your 

ability to return to our world for a 

second visit depends entirely upon the 

outcome of this mission.” 

“Yes…” 

“Then I shall take up no more of your 

time. You have your instructions.” 

Blake snorted at that final comment but 

said nothing until the Martian woman 

and those with her were gone. 

“The queen has spoken!” Blake said 

sarcastically. 

“She has, and she’s right,” 

Nathan replied. 

“So what? Is she in charge now?” 

“No, but we do need her, and this is a 

diplomatic mission, so try to be careful 

with what you say.” 

Kor-Neev was the only Martian present. 

The others had either remained on Earth 

or returned to space via a Martian vessel. 

“Let’s get to the bridge,” Nathan said. 

The ship was the size of a naval 

destroyer. After studying the schematics 

extensively, Nathan had a pretty good 

idea where the bridge was, so it did not 

take him long to get there. He went up 

to the top of the corridor and opened 

the door with the appropriate number, 

then he passed through a much smaller 

corridor and with doors along both 

sides and spaced widely apart. This 

hallway was lined with railings on both 

sides, and men were moving in both 

directions. The official protocol was to 

travel on the right. 

Some of the men were still wearing 

space suits, but others were in uniform. 

The uniforms were of a new variety 

designed specifically for operation in 

space. They were black and white, with 

an American flag patch on the arm. 

If the mission was a success, then a 

space service would be created along 

with a fleet. 

The door to the bridge was rather large, 

and it was round and heavy like the 

pressure hatch of a sea vessel, in fact 

in many ways the design principles 

throughout the ship were similar to that. 

The door was open, so they were able to 

pass through with ease. 

On one side of the door was a plaque 

commemorating the construction of the 

ship, and on the other side was a picture 

of former president Teddy Roosevelt, 

for whom the ship was name after. The 

bridge itself was oval in shape, and in 

front was a series of long thin windows, 

which were capable of being shuttered 

but were open at present. The walls 

to the left and right were lined with 

computer equipment and readouts. 

The captain’s station was in the very 

center of the bridge, and consisted of 

a large heavy chair which could swivel, 

and a periscope which could be used to 

safely view the area directly in front of 

the ship. There were scopes affording 

different views at a number of other 

stations around the bridge. 

To Nathan it was all very impressive 

and seemed like a miracle. He was 

surrounded by the culmination of the 

history, genius, and hard work of his 

fellow citizens, and this was only the 

beginning. Eventually there would be 

colonies in space, and private sector 

travel between different worlds as 

airplanes traveled between different 

countries on Earth. 

Nathan sat down in the captain’s seat 

and strapped himself in as others around 

him continued to work. He coordinated 

with the bridge officers and other 

portions of the ship as the remaining 

crew was brought aboard. Kenneth and 

Blake left the bridge after some time 

and went to their respective stations. 

For Kenneth, it would be the primary 

computer deck towards the center of the 

ship, and for Blake it would be the main 

engine room. 

When it came time to begin the final 

departure proceedings, Nathan flipped 

a switch on the control panel next to 

his chair and lifted a microphone. He 

depressed the side and called Kor-Neev 

to the bridge. His voice was blasted 

across the speakers which were in every 

room and corridor of the ship, and 

he could hear the sound echoing. He 

winced slightly in discomfort at the 

loud scratchy sound of the call, but it 

was effective. Two minutes later Kor- 

Neev arrived on the bridge, but she did 

not sit down. 

She propelled herself from point to 

point, hovering at different stations. 

At one point she hovered over Nathan, 

gripping the back of his chair. Some 

of her long fingernails poked into his 

shoulder from time to time, but there 

was nothing he could do about it. When 

it came time for the ship to depart, 

she strapped herself in, and remained 

strapped in for over an hour as the ship 

had to reach its cruising speed before 

the crew could safely move about. In 

fact, one of Nathan’s duties was to 

notify the crew any time there was a 

change in speed. 

They were moving at incredible speeds 

which had never been reached before, 

and which probably could not be 

reached safely on Earth, certainly not 

with a vehicle the size of the Teddy 

Roosevelt. But if one only looked 

forward, it did not seem like they were 

moving. However, when one looked 

through one of the scopes facing the 

Earth or Moon, it was possible to 

observe their movement. 

When Nathan announced that they had 

reached their cruising speed, and that 

seatbelts could be unfastened, there were 

many sighs accompanied by the clicking 

of buckles. 

“That will be all for now,” Kor-Neev said 

as she unbuckled her seatbelt and kicked 

up from the floor. 

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“Thoughts?” Nathan asked, immediately 

regretting the question. 

“Potentially adequate,” she replied. 

“Given your current level of 

development and innate abilities.” 

“Potentially?” one of the crew asked. 

“Indeed,” Kor-Neev said, turning toward 

the man who spoke. “Adequacy will be 

determined in hindsight pending the 


success of this mission. If that success 

does not occur, then your actions will 

have been inadequate.” 

The crewmen bristled but said nothing, 

but Kor-Neev left the bridge without 

waiting for his response. Apparently the 

conversation was not relevant enough to 

merit continued discussion. 

After they reached cruising speed, the 

crew settled into the routines they would 

maintain for the duration of the journey. 

It would take them a few weeks to reach 

Mars. With the exception of Kor- 

Neev, the diplomatic team, and Nathan 

himself, none of the crew had quarters 

to themselves. They slept three men 

to a cabin, and the cabins were small. 

Each man slept in a sort of sleeping bag 

which could be unzipped, and which 

was strapped to the walls. Clothing 

and personal effects were stored in 

shelves built into the walls, which 

were protected by metal doors with 

latches. Some of the men taped pictures 

of family to their walls, while others 

decorated their walls with pictures of 

pin-up girls taken from calendars and 

magazines. 

At some point a man posted a series of 

pinup girls in the dining area, which 

caught the attention of Kor-Neev. 

When Nathan came in for dinner, he 

found her staring at a series of posters 

which had not been there the day before. 

He groaned inwardly, and thought about 

going back out the door but she called 

to him before he could make his escape. 

He kicked his way towards her and 

grabbed at the railing, which ran around 

the walls in order to come to a full stop. 

He had not given authorization to post 

anything in the cafeteria. Of course it 

was not strictly forbidden, but it looked 

bad all the same. To outsiders it would 

look like he had given authorization, or 

that something had happened beyond 

his control and awareness. He dreaded 

what the Martian woman would say. 

“I am curious,” she began once Nathan 

was hovering next to her. 

Here it comes… 

“Are these female forms considered ideal 

by your culture?” she asked. 

“Somewhat. That depends.” 

“Depends on what?” 

“It varies a little from man to man, 

but in general, yes they are idealized 

depictions.” 

“It appears that your beauty concepts are 

quite different from ours.” 

“Are you sure about that?” 

“I should think the differences are 

sufficiently obvious.” 

“The differences are obvious, but you’re 

focusing on the clothes, hair, and the 

skin color. The basic form and faces are 

still the same, and it’s pretty obvious that 

those standards are the same.” 

“On what do you base that assumption?” 

“I’m basing it off of you.” 

“Me?” 

“Aren’t your looks considered ideal 

back on Mars?” 

“Actually yes, among my people, my 

appearance does fall within the ideal 

range, or so I have been informed on 

multiple occasions.” 

“You didn’t believe them?” 

“I am not male, so I cannot speak from 

that perspective.” 

“Well I can.” 

“You are not Krenth.” 

“Doesn’t matter. My point is that your 

people and mine have some things 

in common.” 

“I suppose.” 

Kor-Neev stared at Nathan for a 

while, as if she were trying to look 

inside his head. 

“I believe you are essentially correct,” she 

said. “It seems you have a natural gift for 

getting to the core of matters. Perhaps 

you shall be included in the diplomatic 

team. Now if you will excuse me, I must 

be going.” 

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With that final statement, she turned 

around and left. But that was not the 

last incident. 

The next day there was an issue in 

the computer room, and Kenneth 

was obliged to call Nathan down to 

the computer room to talk about it in 

person. When he got there he found 

Nathan and his crew hard at work, and 


Kor-Neev hovering about going from 

man to man. 

“Wait! You already know what the 

problem is?” 

go back to Earth. I leave that decision in 

your hands.” 

For a while, Nathan and Kenneth spoke 

to one another in hushed tones about 

a navigational issue they were having 

due to a discrepancy in the computer. 

It could be fixed, but if it was not fixed 

within the hour then Kenneth wanted 

Nathan to slow the ship, and that would 

require an announcement to the crew of 

some sort. 

A flash of light caused Nathan and 

Kenneth to look to one side of them. 

Kor-Neev hovered in the air holding the 

same thin device she had allegedly used 

to take pictures back on Earth. 

“What are you doing?” Nathan asked. 

“I am taking pictures of this for 

documentary purposes,” Kor- 

Neev replied. 

“Taking pictures?” Kenneth asked. 

“With that?” 

“Indeed,” Kor-Neev replied. 

“Is this allowed?” Kenneth asked, 

turning to Nathan. “Isn’t that a 

security breach?” 

“It would only be a security breach if you 

had something of value to offer, which 

would result in a loss of technological 

superiority should it become known by 

others,” Kor-Neev said. “That does not 

apply here.” 

“What do you mean?” Kenneth asked. 

He was on the verge of losing his 

composure, but Kor-Neev took his 

question literally. 

“If it is not sufficiently obvious, perhaps 

you should be given other work, because 

you will certainly not find the problem 

with your system if your deductive skills 

are so limited as that,” Kor-Neev said. 

“What?” 

“The fact of the matter is, your so-called 

‘computer’ barely fits the definition 

of the term, with its excessive bulk, 

gratuitous relays, and roles of magnetic 

tape. This handheld device is thousands 

of times more powerful than your ship’s 

computer.” 

“Indeed. It is a simple matter. Even 

you ought to be able to find it, or at 

least, I thought so initially, but now I 

am uncertain. Perhaps Nathan should 

look at it?” 

“Or you could just tell us.” 

“I will not.” 

“Even if it means us being stranded 

in space?” 

“If you fear being stranded then you 

should redouble your efforts. Do not 

allow my presence to deter you.” 

“She’s mad!” Kenneth said, looking away 

from the Martian and back to Nathan. 

“You have your work,” Nathan said. 

“Kor-Neev, will you come with 

me please.” 

“But I wish to conduct further 

observations,” she objected. 

“You can observe me then,” Nathan 

said. “Come.” 

Although not forcefully stated, it was 

clearly a command and not a request. 

Without a word, Kor-Neev turned and 

followed him out of the computer room. 

“What exactly are you doing?” Nathan 

asked once they were in the corridor. 

“I already stated what I was doing,” Kor- 

Neev replied. “Why did you remove me?” 

“You were disrupting their work.” 

“I was only observing and taking 

pictures.” 

“And talking.” 

“Only when required.” 

“What is it all for?” 

“I intend to write a book about my 

experiences with your people, regardless 

of the outcome of our case.” 

“Were you serious about allowing us to 

become stranded in space?” 

“I do not wish to become stranded in 

space, but I do not wish to lose my case 

either. If I help you, the case will be lost, 

and you might as well turn around and 

“But your comments to Kenneth were 

flustering.” 

“If Kenneth has any intelligence, he 

will channel whatever frustration he 

feels, however groundless, toward the 

repair efforts.” 

“However groundless?” 

“Indeed. Everything I said was entirely 

accurate and true.” 

Nathan clenched his jaws for a second, 

which Kor-Neev noticed. 

“Alright, stay with me for now then,” 

Nathan said. “Please.” 

The problem was fixed in less than an 

hour, and Kor-Neev followed Nathan 

for the rest of the work shift. For the 

first few days of their journey, she was 

everywhere, and many of the men 

complained to Nathan about her, but 

there was very little Nathan could do 

because of her diplomatic status, other 

than asking her to follow him. 

After a week of that sort of behavior, 

the Martian woman lost interest in 

the ship and crew operations. She said 

that the ship was “barely adequate” 

and “unimpressive.” Apparently the 

Krenthships were a good deal more 

advanced, and included rotating sections 

to simulate gravity so that the crew did 

not lose muscle mass and bone density. 

She spent the bulk of the journey locked 

up with the diplomatic team, preparing 

them for Mars. She instructed them 

in Krenth etiquette and customs. Dr. 

Robinson had already been taught 

enough of the Krenth language back 

on Earth to communicate, but now he 

was made fluent, while the others either 

learned the language for the first time, or 

added to what they had learned back on 

Earth. As it was, Dr. Robinson and the 

lawyer were the only ones who would be 

fully conversant in Krenth. 

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Nathan could also converse, but he was 

not on the diplomatic team. Even so, 

Kor-Neev allowed him to join their 

sessions when he was able to get free 

from his duties. 

To be continued… 


Come and meet 

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Visionary-futurist Charol Messenger, Humanity 2.0: The 

New Humanity Author (Messenger Publishing), writes 

and publishes in spirituality and body-mind-spirit, with 

six titles to-date in a three book series: living your higher 

self, humanity’s spiritual awakening, and angels. These 

visionary books have received thirteen awards, including 

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How to Manage 

Your Energy 

For the Birthing 

of Dreams 

Mary Plaza, Author of 

The Matrix Teachings 

We all know that our thoughts create our reality. Right? Or is this a partial 

truth? We are energy beings not simply thought producers. In an attempt to 

create the reality that we desire, most of have focused solely on choosing positive 

thoughts. This ignores that we are multi-dimensional beings creating through 

vibration in an energy field of connectivity. In this article, I am going to teach 

you the four areas of energy management. Managing your energy is far more 

powerful than just managing your thoughts. This is key to birthing your dreams. 

Once you understand energy management, you can quickly add practices to your 

life that raise your vibration and allow you to sync up with your dream. 

Why does this matter? At this crucial time on the planet, we are attempting to 

birth many new dreams. We are all connected. As I birth my dream, my energy 

assists you in birthing your dream and vice versa. We are all in this together 

and individually at the same time. Each of us who learns these powerful 

empowerment tools assists us all in creating the planet we desire. 

Before we jump into energy management, let’s talk about some of the dreams 

that we are birthing. I am not talking about a dream of a new car or a higher 

paying job. I am talking about bigger dreams. Examples are empowered 

education, compassion in politics and green technologies. Many of us are 

dreaming of a harmonious family and want war to stop. Some of us are working 

on healing diseases and ending child abuse. In the heart of most humans is a 

desire for a peaceful world and a healthy planet. We are essentially birthing a 

compassion based humanity who lives in harmony with Mother Earth. Now 

that we have tapped into the dreams, let’s talk about energy management. 

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The four areas of energy management are: 

1. Physical 

2. Mental 

3. Heart and Soul 

4. Energy 


Physical—A small change in your physical energy will allow 

for new flow in your life. Add physical practices that boost your 

energy through food as well as movement and exercise. 

• Ramp it up. Increasing your physical energy requires 

a nutritious and balanced diet. This might mean eating 

superfoods, going organic, or adding raw food. Add food 

that boosts your energy and remove foods that drain 

your energy. 

• Change your movement. Add some form of movement 

to your life. It could be as simple as taking a short walk, 

exercising, or dancing to a good song. Movement is 

medicine! Movement is energy! We’ve all got to move! 

• Clear it out. Increasing your physical energy also includes 

managing your physical environment, such as decluttering 

your office or reorganizing your kitchen. Decluttering 

diminishes negative energy. Physical clutter represents 

energetic baggage and keeps your energy scrambled. 

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Shake up your physical world and get the energy moving. Your 

body is sacred space. Your home is sacred space. Your office is 

sacred space. Manage your physical world by enhancing the 

positive and removing negative. 


Mental—Your mind and your thoughts are your sacred spaces. 

It is your job to feed your mind positive thoughts and weed 

out sources of doubt. The more you home in on your power to 

choose your own thoughts and disregard any thought that is 

not from you—your Source, your divinity, your soul—the more 

you open to the energy of your dream. This is energetic law. 

• Affirm your dream. Now that you have identified your 

dream, choose affirmations or sayings that support the 

reality of your dream. An affirmation is a simple, short 

declarative statement that asserts the truth of something. 

It literally confirms the validity of something. Take some 

time to distill your dream into one affirmation or more that 

support your dream. Then post your affirmations. Write 

them out and put that writing somewhere where you will 

see it often. A good vibrational scale for affirmations is to 

start with “I intend” and move to “I am willing,” finishing 

with “I am open.” The “I am” affirmation is sometimes 

too big of a vibrational jump. If you can honestly affirm 

“I am (fill in the blank)” without creating resistance in 

your energy, then use “I am” affirmations. The feeling 

that you get from an affirmation is what matters. Find 

words that resonate with you. “Feel into” the affirmations 

and intentions that you write. If they feel as if they are 

blocking your energy, rewrite them. A good affirmation is 

one that you feel. Continue to rewrite your affirmations as 

you change. 

• Keep a journal. Note your progress. Make the decision 

that you and only you will choose the thoughts that are 

creating your reality. This is your sacred space—the sacred 

space of your mind. Your thoughts are your sacred space; 

they are the liquid gold of energy that builds realities. 

• Switch it up. Add mental streams of positive energy, such 

as inspiring YouTube videos, books, and podcasts. Keep 

feeding yourself uplifting mental food. Every day there are 

new YouTube inspirational videos. Feed your mind daily. 

Just as you feed your body every day, you must feed your 

mind every day. If you keep your mind fed with positive 

streams of energy, the negative energy will dissipate. 

• Set boundaries. You must find a way to diminish any 

stream of negative thought input, especially from friends 

and family members. This doesn’t always mean setting a 

harsh boundary; it means that you are too busy to engage 

with interactions that don’t feed your dream. Clearly 

stating your needs, desires, and intentions is a simple and 

clear way to set a boundary. If that doesn’t work, you can 

always resort to more aggressive boundary setting. 

• Apply the tools. If negative thoughts are in your head, 

look at what you are dialed into and acknowledge that you 

are most likely not the original creator of those thoughts. 

Let negative internal dialogue be felt more as energy and 

allow the energy to release. Acknowledge your negative 

internal voices, greet them with the energy of compassion, 

and return to your affirmations. Add and strengthen 

positive streams of energy with people and groups who 

support your dream. If you have people in your life who are 

not capable of supporting your dream, kindly place them 

outside of your sacred space. They can still be in your life, 

as it might be one of your parents or even your spouse, but 

you don’t need his or her opinion of your dream. Keep your 

dream in your sacred space as it is birthing. Don’t let it be 

contaminated by streams of doubt from naysayers. 

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• Choose your own thoughts. Continue feeding your mind 

with positivity. Ignore and diminish input that does not 

support your dream. Feed your dream with thoughts that 

match your dream. 


Heart and soul—Just as the body 

requires nutrients to function, so too 

does the heart and soul. These are 

practices that fill your heart with joy. 

These are the soul aligners. Any practice 

that you can feel in your heart is linked 

to your soul energy. Find what you 

love to do and do more of that. Any 

practice that feeds your heart feeds 

your dream. Remember, we are talking 

about energy. The practice and the 

dream won’t necessarily seem related, 

but energetically they are. Your dream 

is based on the energy of the heart, 

which is the energy of love. Any practice 

that you love will assist in raising your 

vibration to match your dream. 

Here are some examples of practices that 

feed the heart: 

• Fly fishing 

• Playing with a baby 

• Laughing, singing, dancing, praising 

• Watching birds 

• Adoring yourself in the mirror 

• Eating at your favorite restaurant 

• Cooking 

• Going to a movie or attending a 

performance 

• Taking a nap with your dog or 

playing with your cat 

• Building a treehouse 

• Gardening 

• Painting, sculpting, molding pottery 

• Volunteering 

• Kayaking, windsurfing, surfing, or 

paddle-boarding 

• Snorkeling, swimming, bathing in 

hot springs 

• Hiking, mountain climbing, or 

rock climbing 

• Participating in a sacred ceremony 

• Basking in nature, walking through 

a forest, smelling the flowers 

The examples are infinite. Add more 

heart and soul practices to your life. 

Find activities that make your heart feel 

alive and do more of them. What does 

this have to do with dream birthing? 

Quite simply, it has everything to do 

with it. Participating in activities that 

you love dials your vibration to that of 

your dream. 

Energetic—These practices are 

specifically intended to move 

energy—and they are powerful. They 

dissipate negative energy while adding 

positive energy. 

• Receive energetic bodywork. 

Energetic bodywork is any form of 

healing work that moves energy in 

your body. If energy moves in the 

physical body, it is also moves in 

the energy field surrounding your 

body. While we think of energetic 

bodywork for physical healing, it 

actually heals on all levels because it 

goes straight to energy. 

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While this list is not comprehensive 

in any sense, examples of energetic 

bodywork include craniosacral therapy, 

energetic massage, polarity therapy, shen 

therapy, Reiki, Feldenkrais, Alexander 

technique, and therapeutic touch. 

Acupuncture and Emotional Freedom 

Technique (EFT) are also forms of 

energetic bodywork but use physical 

touch. Some of these are hands-on 

healing and some are hands off the 

body. Acupuncture uses small needles, 

and EFT involves tapping. While you 

must find a practitioner to perform 

acupuncture, you can learn EFT by 

watching a YouTube video. With the 

internet today, information on any of 

these modalities is one search away. To 

reiterate, the examples I list here are 

just some suggestions to pique your 

interest—just a sample of the modalities 

available right now on the planet. 

Energetic bodywork is one of the most 

powerful tools available for healing, 

raising your vibration, and birthing 

your dreams. 

• Meditate. Meditation is an energy 

practice. This can take many forms, 

and there is much literature written 

on the subject. Meditation does 

not necessarily mean that you sit 

in a lotus position until you have 

no thoughts. There are hundreds of 

ways to meditate including walking 

and dancing meditations. Guided 

meditation is a great way to begin 

meditating. A search on YouTube 

for guided meditation will yield over 

2,000,000 videos. 

• Take salt baths with essential oils. 

Taking a bath with magnesium 

sulfate or bath salts and essential oils 

is an energy practice. The salts clear 

negative energy, and the essential 

oils bring in high vibrational energy. 

In reality, any practice shifts you on 

all levels. Yoga might be considered a 

physical practice, but it also lifts your 

energy, easily opening your mind and 

heart. Many of the heart practices are 

also physical practices. Each of us is 

one being living through a physical 

body. We are guided by our hearts, led 

by our minds, and connected to our 

souls. Breaking these practices down 

into categories is a way for our minds to 

digest information. They are all part of 

the practice of raising your vibration— 

the full circle of managing your energy. 

Feed your body, 

feed your mind, 

feed your heart, 

feed your energy, 

pull a weed or two 

from time to time. 

Feed your body with practices that 

enhance your physical well-being. Start 

simple. Choose one practice and try it. 

Make one change in the physical. Add 

one activity. Add one stream of positive 

mental food. Add one heart practice. 

Explore energetic healing practices to 

determine which ones work best for 

you. It could be as simple as learning 

to meditate for fifteen minutes in the 

morning or trying energetic bodywork. 

Repeat daily to make these changes 

a practice. Once your energy starts to 

move, your life will change. Expect your 

dream to happen. 

The Matrix Teachings is a comprehensive 

view of the quantum field and a guide 

to dream birthing. Mary has been 

practicing energetic bodywork for almost 

three decades. Her book is inspired from 

working with combat veterans who have 

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. For 

information on upcoming workshops, go 

to www.maryplaza.com. 

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Contributor - Kaye Beechum 

The Long 

Walk Home 

I lived in a lovely four bedroom house 

at the end of a cul-de-sac and every 

afternoon, I took my dog for a walk. 

There was a house two doors from the 

end of the block where four large dogs 

resided. During the day, they were kept 

in the garage with the door open and 

a gate in front of it to keep the dogs 

inside. I believe they also had the run of 

their back yard through another door, 

but almost every time we walked past 

the house, they were in the garage. They 

were very territorial and let everyone 

know this was their property, so walking 

past was not permitted. It was also 

a little nerve wracking as they tried 

their best to get over, under, or around 

the gate in order to get up close and 

personal with anyone passing by. 

Here is where I mention my dog Hero’s 

tendency to bark and growl at any and 

all large dogs as long as they were on 

a leash or behind a fence where they 

couldn’t get at him. It was an entirely 

different story if he encountered a 

medium to large dog running loose. I 

tried to break him off the habit but to no 

avail. One day, we had quite a harrowing 

experience while walking by the house 

with the four dogs. 

My daughter had left her little 

Chihuahua, Max, with me for a couple 

of days, and so I bravely set out walking 

both Hero and Max on this particular 

afternoon. All went well when we 

started out. We walked past the house 

and the dogs were either out back or 

otherwise occupied, and paid us no 

mind. But our return trip was a different 

matter entirely. We were passing their 

house and they were making the usual 

fuss when suddenly one dog was able 

to break free. I am not certain if he was 

able to get over or under the gate but 

suddenly he was chasing us. Actually, 

he wasn’t running after us just walking 

very fast, and letting us know we should 

not be there. Everything happened very 

fast after that. If my two charges had 

behaved, all would have been well, but 

Hero began screaming (his high pitched 

cry he did when scared), and jumping, 

and twirling around when I suddenly 

realized that there was no dog at the 

end of the other leash as I pulled on it, 

and just saw Max’s collar hanging free. 

I turned around to see the macho little 

Chihuahua marching straight towards 

the big dog with an attitude of “You 

want a piece of me?” So now I had 

to reach down, scoop up my twirling 

dervish, and then go back and scoop 

up the wanna be fighter and try to get 

them home safely. The funniest part of 

it all was when the owner of the big dog 

came out of his house. He just yelled 

one word. It could have been a name or 

a command and his dog stopped in his 

tracks and looked up as if to say, “What? 

I am just minding my own business 

and smelling the grass.” I would have 

laughed but I was too busy lugging 

my two charges, one who wanted to 

jump down and go back for a fight, 

and the other who was still scared out 

of his mind. 

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Strange how my house which had been 

only three houses down the street had 

suddenly moved about a hundred miles 

away, and it took forever to reach it, go 

inside, and collapse on the couch. I never 

wanted to walk any dogs ever again. 


Afternoon Delight 

Slowly, slowly, the little plane pulled 

its own weight and that of two people 

toward the distant clouds. Far off, the 

sun shone brightly down on the sky, the 

plane, the mountains, and the specks 

below that were houses, cars, and people. 

Outside, the air looked cold, crisp, and 

fresh. The majestic mountains sported 

fresh coats of sparkling white snow. The 

smog hung like a dark, heavy blanket 

over the sun-starved city below. Off 

in the distance, the blue green ocean 

gleamed like a jewel in the sun. The 

passengers in that tiny dot of a plane 

way up in the heavens felt they could 

almost hear the whitecaps beating 

mercilessly against the shore. 

Inside, it was warm and cozy. The 

whir of the propeller and the hum 

of the engine were just loud enough 

to discourage casual conversation, 

but somehow this only added to the 

coziness. What a pleasant way to spend 

an afternoon, flying above the noise and 

dirt and confusion of civilization. What 

a thrill to fly with the birds way up in 

the clouds. Still, nothing can last forever 

and happy hours pass very quickly. But 

just for a moment, I was at one with the 

sun, the sky, the clouds, the pilot, and 

all eternity. 

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Author 

Perspective 

Betsy Fritcha author of 

Apocalypse Here and Now! 

Are You Ready? 

Betsy is a wife, mother, grandmother, 

and a friend who lives to love all people 

with God’s Love. She has been on a 

life-long journey of learning how to 

overcome the pain of rejection and 

abandonment as an infant. The God of 

Love came to her in an orphanage and 

put a song in her heart that has never 

left her. She committed her life to this 

God of Love at age 10, and ever since 

has been on a pursuit to intimately know 

Him. He taught her how to know His 

Voice above all other voices, enabling 

her to triumphantly overcome the many 

disturbing circumstances in her life. 

Does it seem to you that everything 

in the world around you is shaking? 

Well, it is! Are you asking, “Why am 

I so unsettled? Why do I sense such 

foreboding in my circumstances? Why 

do I seem to be so scared about what I 

do not even understand? Then, this book 

is for you. Discover in this book answers 

for your “whys”. There are answers that 

may surprise you. You can live in peace 

in the midst of chaos, if you so choose. 

This book can be used as a Bible Study 

to find truthful answers. Also, you can 

give this book to people asking you 

questions that you cannot answer about 

end-time events. 

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Preoccupation with earthly endeavors 

steals people’s focus, so that the Voice 

of Truth they truly need to hear is 

diminished, most of the time, to mere 

whispers. Sadly, the voice people hear 

the most is their own voice, which 

has inhaled the voice of the cultural 

environment around them, leading them 

to perceive truth from these resounding 

voices which are vying for attention 

daily. However, the biased truth people 

are absorbing on a regular basis is not 

from The One Who is Truth. 

In the midst of the commotion and 

vain repetition from clamoring voices, 

either from the uninformed, those 

of evil intent, or even from our own 

inner voice, all appealing to be heard, 

The Lord God Almighty of Heaven 

and earth interrupts the complacency 

we unwittingly fall into. He purposely 

disturbs our composure so our peace 

seems to be gone. It is at this time in 

our lives that we become uncomfortable 

and dissatisfied; and so, we attempt to 

find all kinds of ways to drown out our 

discontent. We become so engulfed 

in our own way of thinking, that we 

do not even consider that Living God 

wants His Voice of Truth to be heard 

above all the voices which are vying and 

clamoring for attention. Therefore, He 

steps in and upsets our comfort zone 

attempting to get our attention. 

There is only ONE Voice of Truth. His 

Name is Jesus Christ. He is The Way, 

The Truth, and The Life. He came on 

earth from His Father’s Presence clothed 

in an earth suit so He could dwell 

among us and of a certainty reveal Truth 

in person – John 1:14. 

In this book, GOD of Heaven and 

earth is named as GOD, TRUTH and 

LOVE. He is ONE SUPREME GOD 

who identifies Himself in three persons: 

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. GOD, The 

Father, resides in Jesus and Holy Spirit, 

He and expresses Himself as TRUTH 

AND LOVE. Yet, these three separate 

personalities are One complete circle of 

existence known as Life. 

GOD, who is LOVE and TRUTH 

desires to personally speak to all people. 

He comes to people over and over in 

their circumstances, to express His Love 

to them in personal ways. But so many 

refuse His gestures of Love again and 

again. When there is continual refusal 

and rejection of His Love, He speaks 

through those who He recognizes know 

Him intimately and truthfully hear 

His VOICE of Love and Truth. He 

then sends those who personally know 

Him to people who are rejecting Him. 

LOVE’S purpose is to draw to Himself 

anyone who will stop and take notice 

that He is speaking to them. LOVE 

and TRUTH is a personal GOD who 

desires fellowship with human beings 

who are made in His Image and after 

His Likeness. GOD truly desires to have 

fellowship with you. 

At this time of events on the earth, most 

people are rejecting GOD’S gestures of 

Love. Therefore, through the upheaval of 

world events, GOD is shouting loudly 

trying to get people to seek Him for 

the help they need. He grieves greatly 

for those rejecting His Perfect Love for 

them. Yes, His Heart of Love suffers 

pain when those He is wooing to love 

Him spurn Him over and over. 

The VOICE of GOD speaks to all 

generations throughout the ages of 

the ages. His VOICE is written in 

the scrolls of eternity. His VOICE 

spoke to men of old who were known 

as prophets. They were commissioned 

and mandated by GOD to record His 

VOICE for those who truly want to 

know Truth, so they can live in Peace 

and Joy amidst the turmoil that evil 

spews on GOD’S Creation. GOD’S 

intent was first written in scroll form in 

the Torah and the Tanakh which became 

The Holy Bible. What was chronicled in 

Holy Scripture was what GOD spoke to 

His servants, who obeyed Him with all 

their hearts. He commanded that they 

record what He spoke to them so future 

generations could know His VOICE. 

Living GOD has a VOICE that is 

speaking loudly in these tumultuous 

days on earth. Are you listening? Do 

you truly want to hear what He is 

speaking? Do you truly desire to know 

what LOVE and TRUTH is saying to 

you? If so, may you truly hear what He 

is speaking to you through what He 

is saying in The Holy Bible – Romans 

10:14-20; and as well, in this book 

which He asked me to publish for Him. 

I was struggling with putting yet 

another book in publication because 

there are so many books out there. Why 

would I want to put another one out 

there? As I was pondering not writing 

this book for publication, even though 

it was on my heart to do so, I heard the 

VOICE of TRUTH and LOVE that I 

know so well reverberate: 

“Would you be willing to write this 

book for just “one”? There is one I want 

to reach.” 

How could I say no. I replied, “There is 

always “one” among the many. Yes, I will 

write this book.” So, this book is just for 

you, the “one.” 

May what is written in the pages of 

this book intrigue you and captivate 

your attention and draw you to the 

ONE VOICE of TRUTH that 

matters for your eternal destiny. 

True Peace and contentment can be 

achieved in the middle of chaos for 

those who choose Truth above lies. 

Choices establish destiny both now and 

for eternity. How will you choose? 

Betsy has also written these books: 

Shekinah Glory Reveals Wisdom, The 

Voice of The Lord Speaks and Israel’s 

Glory Unveiled that add even more 

understanding to what is written in 

this book, Apocalypse Here and Now! Are 

You Ready? These books are available 

on Amazon, Barnes and Nobel and 

other venues. 

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Losing Craziness 

I was sane. Then went insane. And that’s a good thing. 

I had to lose my mind to find IT... so now that I am HERE… 

Stay in Infinity… 

Oh, Source of Lights I do cherish thee. 

My fragile nature, my seeds deep inside… 

Thou have liberated me 

And caused my wayward horses to collide. 

In time, I stand still to let smokeless clouds settle 

And meddle not with the dawn, 

For you Source - Oh Light of 

Lights, have never left me. 

I am always in your Mind 

As a sweet thought, a significant construct of your Love and Beauty. 

My gaze is your Gaze, my walk is your Walk. 

The touch is a surreal interface directly 

from the Cosmos. A cool fire that delivers 

Grace from beyond... transforming all with IT’s Presence. 

I love thee. I love this place. 

I love the stay in Infinity. 

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Clarence Vold 

Farmer’s Son, Military Career 

(530) 218-6559 

collinsrose@comcast.net 


Codis Hampton II 

Gracie Hall-Hampton: 

The Arkansas Years, 1917-1953 

(925) 267-4851 

champton2@msn.com 


David Conine 

BIBLE CODED: A Collection of 

Cryptograms of Bible Teachings BOOK IV 

djconine@tds.net 

14238846233 

Diane Davies 

Jeannie Ann’s Grandma 

Has Breast Cancer 

dianedavies48@yahoo.com 

6514367234 

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Dolores Martinez 

Experiences in the Historical 

Borderlands: A Shared Ancestry 

Dolores.martinez144@gmail.com 

303-941-9317 

www.deezbooks.com 

Dorothy A. Wyatt 

The Adventure of Harwood Squirrel 

(410) 296-3341 

bunnywyatt@gmail.com 

www.dorothywyatt.com 

Dr. Yash Paul Soni 

Global Village and the Economy 

(407) 462-0445 

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Holy Bible New Testament Poetry 

(321) 727-3931 

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Elke F. Lewis 

KISS YOUR DOCTOR GOODBYE 

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(915) 533-3332 

www.elkelewis.com 

Enedina Marquez 

Reflexions 

(650) 922-2573 

Elizabeth.Moore2@aig.com 


Estelle Marcellus Dubuisson 

My Love for the Children of Haiti 

edubuisson@fclh.org 

(212)666-4664 

www.fclh.org 

Fred Beck 

When God Works Incognito: Thoughts 

& Memories of My Life & Lifetime 

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8063824798 

WWW.FREDBECKBOOKS.COM 


Freda Dehoff 

Better Than a Homerun 

fredapoet@gmail.com 

(856)983-6315 

WWW.fredadehoff.com 

Gary Alan Rothhaar 

The Revelation of Jesus Christ: The 

Awesome Untold Story 

(567) 227-7003 

garyalan333@hotmail.com 

George R. Worthington 

Runnin’ with Frogs: A Navy Memoir 

(619) 606-1238 

grw7@att.net 


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Greg Kater 

The Warramunga’s War 

greg@gkater.com 

+61410646883 

www.gregkater.com.au 


Greg Kater 

The Warramunga’s Aftermath of War 

greg@gkater.com 

+61410646883 

www.gregkater.com.au 


Cooking from Within: Telepathically 

Received Recipes from The Holy 

Order of Yodh 

(914) 636-4191 

guru.madeleine@verizon.net 


Helen Goldie 

Life, God’s Plan, The Wonder of It All 

(925) 255-0098 


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Irene Gargantini 

Fleeting Visions 

(519) 245-2147 

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Jack Kassinger 

The Games They Play 

jack@jackkassinger.com 

210-241-2111 

WWW.JACKKASSinger.com 

Jeanne Campbell 

Revolving Shades of Blue 

(907) 952-2172 

akjpcbell@gmail.com 


John Ranger 

A Chronicle of the Roman Twilight 

(845) 297-5272 

jonran38@gmail.com 


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Joké Owolabi 

Understanding the Seasons of Life 

blossomlifeoutreach@gmail.com 

6782000255 

www.understandinglifeseasons.com 


Kim Silver 

The Invisible Mirror - Knowing 

Yourself and Your Soul 

kimsilver3@gmail.com 

www.KiMSilvER1EnERGy.CoM 

Kristin Aardema Faigh 

LIFE In poETIC pIECES 

aardemak@yahoo.com 

6602374902 

Leo p. Cauzillo 

They Are not Alone: 

Mythology or History 

lpcauzillo59@gmail.com 

734-756-4365 

www.thEyAREnotAlonE.CoM 

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Leona Koehn nichols 

His Grace Found Me 

(209) 485-3247 

leona_nichols@yahoo.com 

www.AuthoRSPRESS.CoM 



other Loves All Flee: one Family’s 

Journey from Legalism to Grace 

(209) 485-3247 




The Gift of Days 

(209) 485-3247 




Quiet Things, Quiet places 

(209) 485-3247 



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Lila Senter 

The GIFT 

lilaleesenter@gmail.com 

325 692-3221 

www.woRdGiftBooK.CoM 


Contributor - Poetry by Guru Madeleine 

I have found the greatest love. 

Not by searching the want ads, not by socializing at clubs 

or seeking the crowded places. 

I have found the greatest love through the greatest quest 

possible: the quest for truth. 

Truth, I have found, led me to love, redefined every concept 

I had about it, 

redefined every concept I had about me. 

The greatest love came slowly. 

In the quiet, it waited for my heart to open to it. 

It revealed itself step by step, by clearing away room for itself 

through the medium of experience. 

Though it inundated me at times, 

it knew (for yes, it is knowing) 

that I could only retain as much of it 

as I had been prepared to retain. 

I have spent well over forty years 

being prepared to retain and contain love. 

Don’t look for love outside yourself, I say. 

You are love, I say. 

How do I know this? 

Because this is what was revealed to me. 

Every particle in existence emanates from love. 

Our cells are made up of love, 

and our consciousness is love, contemplating itself. 

In this love-parched world, 

where love has become a rare commodity, 

we need a resurgence of love. 

The Greatest Love 

Seek out love, not in another, not in things, 

positions, or trappings that entrap you. 

Seek beyond your own cluttered thought 

the quiet vibration within you. 

The soothing breath, followed in and out, 

calms nerves set on alert. 

The heart, given room to expand, loosens its grip on life, 

softens into feeling – the very essence of its purpose. 

And so, relaxed, feeling, the heart begins 

to sense a pulsation within the noise, 

within the jarring, sensory whirlwind 

that is our modern existence. 

The heart finds peace, the steadfast 

companion of love. 

Seek out this peace in yourself. 

Carve out moments for this precious practice. 

Carve out times of silence, of solitude, 

where you can plunge past the surface 

chatter of yourself into the depths, 

where love resides. 

Love is peaceful. 

It is generous and kind. 

Love is intelligent, 

it is knowing, well beyond the five senses. 

The new age is the age of the heart. 

The head in its mechanistic 

understandings has had its day. 

You are not a machine, but a flower, 

continually blooming in the light. 

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The greatest love you will ever know is the 

love that births itself inside you. 

Stop seeking transitory pleasures, 

the momentary thrills that leave you feeling depleted 

and wanting more. 

Stop the madness! 

Stop this race towards self-destruction. 

Get off the merry-go-round and come to the stillness. 

There, is life waiting to be born. 

Let yourself be a vessel for it. 

The fountain and wellspring is never-ending. 

Its domain is infinite. 

Stop, and go within. 

There you will find the greatest love possible, 

waiting to embrace you. 

Open your heart to meet it, and you will find, as I, 

“that peace which surpasseth all understanding.” 

At rest, you will find abundant life. 

Your yearning will turn inward for 

simply more and more light. 

We are beings of light; we are beings of love. 

We have simply forgotten who we are. 

Unknowingly, we seek outside ourselves 

what resides at the very heart of ourselves. 

There is no need to go to the mountaintop. 

There is no need to seek the world over. 

Just stand still in the midst of activity, 

and love will find you. 

That is all it desires, 

to come back to itself... and you are love. 

Namaskar! 


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Meditation 

(upon arising) 

I rise to face my lack in no way. 

I rise to accept Your abundance, my 

God, knowing that in You there is all 

that there is, there is all that can ever be, 

and that You are all that has ever been. 

And with this now I sit facing the east 

and I begin my meditation, opening 

for Your grace and to know only Your 

face in all things called form. And that 

You are the creator and the taker away 

according to that which is required to 

demand my allegiance only to You. 

(midday) 

I face the east. Correct me in anything 

that I have said or done between now 

and the time that I arose to open to You, 

dear God. Let me know how I avoided 

in any way Your face in all that I have 

encountered and done. I open now at 

this point in the day to Your grace, Lord. 

(at 7 p.m.) 

I keep before me the opening of the 

seven doors of self. I keep before me that 

I am here upon the Earth as a human 

being to open these doors in order to 

become a conscious vibration of spiritual 

living. I understand through form in no 

way how these doors are to be opened. I 

wait therefore only for Your knowledge, 

Your wisdom, Your instruction as to 

how to live my life ensuring the perfect 

timing of the opening of these doors. 

All else (all form) that I encounter 

serves only to assist me in seeing beyond 

its illusion. All form that I encounter 

is there to assist me in seeing Your face 

and adhering only to You. I therefore at 

this hour of my day ready my thoughts 

again in meditation to surrender to Your 

thought and to Your grace. 

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Guru Madeleine is a member of The Holy Order of Yodh, a brotherhood of 

awakened masters and world servers who are charged with bringing forth a new 

spiritual order, raising the level of consciousness in man from fear to love. 

As such, her own little will has been extinguished and she moves only from that 

Divine Voice, God-Consciousness, also known as the seventh sense or telepathy. 

As an educator for God, Guru has brought through a one-of-a-kind program – Sane 

Enlightened Life Force (S.E.L.F) – that demonstrates unequivocally the existence 

of God and the importance of God at the center of mental, emotional, physical, 

and spiritual evolution. Through her energies and the energies of The Holy Order of 

Yodh, telepathy was activated in her students as well, which has permitted them 

to also develop this intimate relationship between the little self and the Higher Self, 

and to share in a community of love for one another and for God. 


Linda M. Arena 

Guardians of the Crystal Skulls 

linda60arena@yahoo.com 

562-533-4431 

www.lindAAREnAAuthoR.CoM 

Lois Robbins 

The Mind of a Sleuth 

(856) 575-0889 

lois.robbins@verizon.net 


Louston Fountain 

Dreams to Reality 

(443) 859-3131 

loustonfountain01@gmail.com 


Mardi Kirkland 

Who’s pulling My Strings: How I Learned 

to Free the puppet and Feel Safe to Be Me 

mardi@mardikirkland.com 

480-563-1889 

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Margaret Smolik 

Marcus and the Caterpillar 

(641) 732-3863 

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Margaret Smolik 

SnoWMAn JACKS 

AnD RABBIT TRACKS 

(641) 732-3863 

masmolik@osage.net 


Maria J. nieto 

Breaking the Silence 

(505) 864-7035 

mjnieto7@aol.com 


Mary Ellen Connelly 

Jum & Muz 

I Forget, A caregivers 

View of Alzheimers 

meconnelly@caltel.com 

209-786-4475 

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Maya Mitra Das 

Silhouettes of Time 

maya.mitra@gmail.com 

925 939 9296 

www.mitraauthor.com 

Muriel S. McClellan 

Advice from the Penguins 

(602) 956-6009 

murielmc@aol.com 


Nancy L. Harris 

Consciously Overcome Mental Illness 

nancyharris.gsu@gmail.com 

5413432582 

www.nancylynneharris.com 

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Niroma De Zoysa 

Discover Your TRUE Self and 

Live Your BEST Life TODAY! 

coach_niroma@yahoo.com 

www.coAChniroma.com 


Olivia Espinosa 

Wisdom from a Wheelchair 

(925) 580-7565 

cat330@comcast.net 


Paul V. Zylstra 

Our Spiritual Compass: 

The Conscience and Morality 

pzylstra@netins.net 

563-543-2203 

Paul V. Zylstra 

Our Spiritual Enemies: 

The World, the Flesh, and the Devil 

pzylstra@netins.net 

563-543-2203 

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Penelope K. Higgins 

Oscar, The Mighty Crab 

Penkh1940@gmail.com 

971-338-1584 

www.lARipengoodbooks.com 


Rachel Tinant 

Jenny’s Paradise 

hpotter3@live.com 

Ralph Fiorillo 

NO TIME TO GET BORED 

fiorillo@comcast.net 

2392736419 

Ramona Morrow 

Jamie’s Pet 

ramonamona@live.com 

2042943779 

www.ramonamorrowbooks.com 

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Rev. Mark William Ennis 

The Circle of Seven: When His 

Servants are Weak 

markwilliamennis@yahoo.com 

518-366-6763 


Richard Cheatham 

Rediscovering Christianity - 

a Faith for the 21st Century 

drrc@sbcglobal.net 

210-697-1978 

Rodney S. Campbell 

Misfit 

(347) 213-9358 

rcampbell9994@gmail.com 


Rosalie E. Ranquist 

God If You Are Up There 

Do You Care? 

(407) 323-7649 

rosalie_ranquist@ntm.org 


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Ruth Ada Clark 

Prescriptions for Boredom: 

TAKE Two a DAY 

(925) 255-0098 



Ruth M. Amutice 

HAGATHA and the Miracle 

amutice@charter.net 

1-860-379-6230 

Sally A. Allen 

Malice 

(941) 721-9028 

sallyallenauthor@yahoo.com 


Sintia Lazo 

Many Lives in One: 

Based on a True Story 

(954) 854-8568 

sintialazo@gmail.com 


Stephen F. Baca 

Absurdities of the Gods of the New 

Morality: Virtue on the Verge 

(505) 796-6180 

efbaca@msn.com 

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Steven Warren Swazo 

Civil Strife: United States Affairs 

(818) 892-4385 

sswazo@twc.com 


Susan Savion 

Quoting Matilda: The Words and 

History of a Forgotten Suffragist 

suesavion6@gmail.com 

3154466939 

WWW.quotingmatilda.com 

Virgil D Mochel 

Virgil’s Story 

(330) 336-7180 

vmochel@msn.com 


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Weldon Shaw 

Victoria: In Search of Herself: 

A Romance 

(559) 309-2684 

mafiashaw@hotmail.com 

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William Krebs 

Dream World: Tales of American 

Life in the 20th CenTURY 

(623) 584-7657 

billnsibyl@centurylink.net 


Yvette Feurtado 

Robert’s Orchid 

YMFeurtado@gmail.com 

www.robertsorchid.com 

William MacCrea 

Now That We HAVE Met: 

In The Guise Of A Stranger 

coarb@hotmail.com 

607 201 5172 


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Daniel Nevling 

Seeking Absolution 

(717) 377-3434 

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Come and meet 

Kirk Abner 



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Kirk Abner is an inspirational problem solver, story 

teller, speaker, thought leader, author, and trainer. 

From his college days selling Bibles door-to-door to 

software consulting throughout the country, Kirk has 

tried to do it all. Kirk shares his insight and the lessons 

learned in his latest book Flower Dog Man. 


at the 

Come and meet 

Sandy Burrell 

at the 



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his home parish of St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, Bronx, N.Y. He 

currently leads and trains the Acolytes and Altar Servers. He is 

also a lifetime member of the Vergers Guild of the Episcopal 

Church (VGEC). 



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JAVITS CENTER, NYC

What’s Eating in 

the Big Apple? 

by Rio Siao 

There’s no other city in the country that can demonstrate the 

American dream as New York does. Elucidating opportunity and 

liberty in every corner, you’ll easily find yourself wandering in awe 

through art museums, the hustle and bustle, and the bright city 

lights. The iconic Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, Coney 

Island, Time Square, and many more, pump so much spirit and 

innovation that you will be breathing adrenaline in the air. 

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America 

Now what’s happening this May 29, 

2019 is the opening of the BookExpo 

America to be held at the Javits Center! 

When booksellers, librarians, publishers, 

and tastemakers meet to discover the 

newest authors, titles, distribution 

channels, trends, and technology, this 

is something you shouldn’t miss. This 

is where you have an opportunity to 

expand your network to help improve, 

grow your career, and market your name. 

The Javits Center was named after 

the liberal republican Senator Jacob K. 

Javits from New York. Its construction 

has been under the shadows of mob 

operations during the early years. But 

over time it has expanded and flourished 

into the best convention center in 

Manhattan’s West Side to this day. 

Every year, about 40,000 companies 

are believed to choose to have their 

events held here. True to its mission to 

continue the legacy of Sen. Javits’ public 

service, it is not only generating more 

income for the city, it also gives more job 

opportunities to the local community. 

Businesses have been thriving 

around the area. 

A fun fact about the convention center 

is that it has a unique 6.75 acre of 

ecosystem on its rooftop which has 

become the home of thousands of bees 

and other wildlife. Twenty-five bird 

species and five bat species have been 

found here as well. Currently, Javits has 

the second largest green roof all over the 

United States. 

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How to Get There from 

JFK Airport: 

1. Take the train from JFK terminal 4. Travel is 

approximately 55 minutes including the transfer from 

Jamaica to Penn Station and walking from there toward 

Javits Center. 

2. You may also drive with your own car which should only 

take about 25 minutes. 

3. Walking or taking the public transportation is always faster 

and more affordable in moving around New York. But now 

they have figured out how to help the public get around 

much easier against the heavy traffic. They’ve set up a new 

bike sharing system where you can now rent a bike from 

the hundred bike stations all over the city. This is called the 

Citi Bike and it is available 24/7, 365 days a year. There’s 

one conveniently located at the 11th Avenue on the 34th 

Street. 

4. You can also choose the direct shuttle from JFK Airport 

going to the Javits Center that should take you about 

25 minutes. 

How to Get There from 

Newark Airport: 

1. Taking the bus from Newark Airport shall take 

approximately 38 minutes. Services depart hourly, and 

operate every day. Catch the bus from Ronald H. Brown 

St At Park St and get off at Port Authority Drop Off. 

From there, you should be able to take a walk for about 12 

minutes to reach the destination. 

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2. You may also opt to take the train from the Newark Penn 

Station to New York Penn Station which takes about 21 

minutes and then take a walk going to Javits Center for 

approximately 20 minutes. 

3. Grabbing a cab is faster though, it’ll only take 

approximately 17 minutes to travel. 

4. The cheapest and quickest way to get to Javits Center is to 

drive your own car. 


Hotels Nearest the Javits 

Center 

1. TRYP Hotel by Wyndham Times Square South NYC 

2. Hilton Garden Inn Times Square South New York 

3. Holiday Inn Express Times Square New York 

4. Wyndham New Yorker Hotel New York 

5. Four Points by Sheraton Hotel Times Square NYC 

Restaurants Nearest the 

Javits Center 

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1. Tavola 

2. Go! Go! Curry! 

3. Ovest Pizzoteca by Luzzo’s 

4. Sagaponack Bar and Grill 

5. Copinette 


Come and meet 

nanCy Bradeen 

sPannaus 

BooKExpo 


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Nancy Bradeen Spannaus began studying Alexander Hamilton 

in the 1970s. In 1977, she coedited The Political Economy of 

the American Revolution, which featured Hamilton’s economic 

reports. After a career in political journalism, she created the 

blog americansystemnow.com. She lives with her husband, Ed, 

and their two amusing cats in Northern Virginia. 


at the 

Come and meet 

Mary C. Plaza 

at the 

BooKExpo 


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Mary Plaza is the enchanting mystic and pragmatic teacher of 

energy that the world has been waiting for. Her teachings of the 

quantum field combine her knowledge from nearly three decades 

of healing work with shamanism practices from around the world 

and her unique ability to see energy. From business strategizing and 

parenting, to relationships and healing, she addresses the scope of 

human experience to make the intangible tangible. 



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JAVITS CENTER, NYC

NOVEMBER 22-24, 2019 

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Don’t miss out! Get in touch with one of our consultants 

today at 925 255 0098 and find out how you can join us at 

the Miami Book Fair International. 

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Literary minds gather 

at the Los angeles 

times Festival of 

Books 2019 

the los Angeles times festival of Books, which 

took place at the university of Southern California 

last April 13-14, 2019, attracted thousands of book 

enthusiasts from around the world. the bookfest, 

one of the most significant literary events in the 

uS, featured a lineup of diverse authors who 

participated in book signings, meet-and-greets, 

and other activities. Check out the highlights of 

this year's festival. 

For more photos from the event, 

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