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The Call of The Shaman. Preorder special.

Today feels like any other day, except they reminded me is October 31st, my 40th birthday. I truly never celebrate my birthday as something special. Maybe a nice meal with family. Always receive a call or two from loved ones. And then there’s the pouring of ‘Happy Birthdays’ from Facebook friends and followers to my notifications and to my private inbox. Really feel the love, but for me it is just another day. I am not into all these, except holidays like Christmas, Easter, and maybe Thanksgiving with family. When you are content and grateful every day like me, you don’t really feel a necessity to celebrate society’s inventions. I only love the ones I get to enjoy having a nice moment with family.

I am not into parties or celebrating with a bunch of people, as I mentioned. I don’t drink alcohol. I really watch what I eat, which means I wouldn’t treat my body like most do in a celebration. But one thing is special about this day. Definitely! Today I’ve launched my preorder special. Preorder on my young adult novel titled “BENJAMIN JONES. The Call of The Shaman.” Now, you have to understand that this is not considered just a job, or something I do. Writing is my passion! Creating is what I am all about! I have practiced, literally, every day in front of a computer for 20 years. I have given up many things to sit down and perfect my craft daily without excuse.

Einstein has said that to reach the genius level in any craft or art, you must at least practice every day for 10 years. Well, I have 20 years working on my writing. I am proud of it, and I am not shy about it. So, please click below, and go find out what it is all about. This story fuses ancient aliens, ancient wisdom, and lots of action and adventure taking place somewhere in U.S in the 1890s.

Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08MBFXSR9?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420

And if you need more convincing that this is the right story for you, I have also written an article in the past called Chat with a Necromancer. Please click on it to read CHAPTER 17 and sample this well-crafted and epic story. Thanks for reading.

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Chat with a Necromancer.

Titled: “BENJAMIN JONES. The Call of The Shaman.” Here’s a sample of the story. I would really appreciate your opinions, thoughts, comments on it. As an artist, I learn much from this. For me, my craft is all about learning and becoming better and better, as in all other aspects in my life. Thanks!

So, Ben has begun his quest with two great friends. He has traveled much and discovered a world of magic and danger. He has discovered that he is a shaman and cursed. He is now for the first time meeting his greatest foe, Lord Furvusmortem.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – CHAT WITH A NECROMANCER.

The shape materialized out of the darkness, and it seemed like it had been part of such death of light all along. Soon, Ben became aware of the man who was walking towards him. Yes, there was no doubt. The man carried dark magic. He was himself powerful dark magic.

And he was the one Benjamin Jones had sensed so clearly since the train. Maybe he was connected somehow to this man. Perhaps the curse had something to do with it. Nothing was fantasy here. The phenomena he felt in his bones was indescribable, and yet so precise and real.

Once the man stood a few feet in front of him, under the bright light, Ben saw the face of the man who had been in that bar, or vision, or whatever it had really been. He was holding his fedora in one hand and the cigar in another. The swirly clouds of toxic smoke stung Ben’s throat. He drew back and coughed heavily.

The man saw this and snickered, then muttered disdainfully, “You’re weak.” After he sat on a stool by the bar, he looked at Ben, who was still affected by the smoke and coughing heavily. He put away his cigar. “Alright! Jesus. You can stop now. What do you want, boy??”

When the man picked up the mystical object from the counter, he seemed confused about it. He was attracted by its energy, like two opposite polarities. Suddenly, the man groaned and dropped the hare on the ground. It had burned him. But, even though the hare had been dropped, it did not break.

Ben stopped coughing. He was now glaring at the mysterious man. He was really feeling his rage. His hands were shaking. The man gave out some kind of ill scent and repulsive force. It rattled something inside Ben, and being a few feet away from this man was provoking him.

He was suddenly taken by his rage, and he couldn’t help but draw out his emotions in waves. There was a glint of furious light. And then his body was covered by pulses of magic which followed his rage. But, before Ben did anything, the man saw the tremendous energy about to burst off him.

Ben clearly had lost control, because the burst of energy would grow in a circle and destroy the place. The man quickly stepped aside and mumbled something only the spirits from the other side heard. Then there was a powerful swirl of winds around Ben.

This held the burst of energy in order to stop its growth. The man finally gave a hand clap and Ben was thrown backwards against a couple of chairs.

Then, unconcerned, the man went around the bar counter and served himself some Whiskey. “Take your time to calm down, boy,” he said with a warning in his voice.

As Ben got up, his hands started shaking again, his eyes consumed by fury, and he was preparing for a new attack. At this, the man rolled his eyes, placed his drink on the counter and said, “Oh, the stupidity of youth! I don’t wanna have to kill you, or your friends.”

Ben saw that he was moving his hands and creating two circles of fire. Somehow he also witnessed him in his mind’s eye murdering his friends, so he calmed down in order to find out who he was and how he could be stopped. He had to be stopped.

The man had now spirits of the dead about him. The hollows of their eyes where white and dead. Their bodies just long and obscure clouds of smoke. Head horns appeared to be just more of the toxic gas making their bodies.

This wraith activity would’ve frightened anybody, but Ben himself had crossed the paranormal already. And he already knew that nothing was what it seemed.

Ben had seen a ghoul like one of these on the train just before the derailment had occurred. And he had definitely felt them stalking his dreams as well. Night after night. Day after day. He had been always stalked by these dark forces within himself, and he always had fought to balance them.

And ghouls, these dark forces live right next to light forces within ourselves, do they not…?? This is our own personal struggle. And just like Ben, we must balance these forces before the darkness overtake us. The darkness exists in the world as our own inner projections. We all have them. So perhaps Ben is not the only one cursed here.

In balancing himself, Ben stepped back and the mysterious man stopped himself. The damned vanished as soon as the man whispered his command in the old language. This man seemed possessed when he did so, and Ben was beginning to understand who he might be. But he needed to be sure.

Ben studied his features really closely. He was dressed like a gentleman of high class. He looked confident, powerful, and with a certain poise. But there was cruelty and arrogance on his face. And he appeared to lead the ghouls, just like Ben did with the wolves.

Then, without more hesitation, Ben quizzed, “Are you The Necromancer of The Four Winds…??”

The man stopped drinking suddenly, pondered the question as if remembering, then replied, “Well, yes. But that sounds too cruel, Ben. And long. And pretentious. So, just call me Lord Furvusmortem. A king gave me that honor.”

Ben thought of that name. Furvusmortem. Were did I hear that…??, he repeated in his mind. He didn’t remember. But that name sure brought chills to his marrow.

“Doesn’t Furvusmortem mean Obscure Death??” Ben asked him while recalling his Latin studies’ class. A class he hated, by the way.

He thought about this, then said, “Well, yes. But it only sounds cruel and dreadful when you translate it into English,” he added amusingly serious. “Don’t judge me, boy. Unless you wanna end up like one of my monstra parvum.”

“You mean the ghouls I just saw…??” Ben had asked a question without really needing an answer. He knew what they were. He felt the morbid connection to the dead creatures already. “Why were they on the train…?? And why did they cause the accident??”

Lord Furvusmortem suddenly sent a chair rushing at Ben with just a single swipe of his hand! Ben’s knees were bent and he plumped down without even knowing. This man was surely more than what he seemed.

Then the man continued, “They were following you. You stink, boy! You know, because of the curse and all. And they caused the train’s derailment because they are just terrible imps without a soul. What did you think?!”

Ben was now filled with questions. About the curse. About this Furvusmortem guy. About the ghouls. About everything! He rushed, “Who are you?? Why are you here?? What do you want with me??” As he said this, he tried to get up from the chair but couldn’t. It was as if he were glued to it. “What is this?! Why can’t I get up?!” he groaned angrily.

Lord Furvusmortem held his cigar and looked at Ben with sickening mockery. “Look at you, boy. Jeez. You don’t even know who you are. Less who I am.” He stood up, finished his drink, and walked to him. “You know what, I will tell you the story. So, pay attention, or you’ll never know why you are destined to die by my hands.”

Once he moved another chair with the swipe of his hand and sat next to Ben, he continued, “This story goes beyond the legend of the wolf boy, which you have undoubtedly heard I’m sure. This story begins with The Sitchin Gods. They who came down from the heavens. They who were the origin of light and dark, of good and evil.” He stopped and continued smoking his cigar.

Ben’s face had become stiff, emotionless, not because he was afraid but because he was shocked by what Furvusmortem had said. ‘You are destined to die by my hands.’

What did he mean…?? Why did he want to kill him?? But still, Ben remained put. Not that he could move or go anywhere. He just listened and held back his anger. He needed to know more.

And so, well behind clouds of black smoke, Lord Furvusmortem’s stare seemed to pierce the boy’s soul. Then he said, “The gods settled in the lands of The Sumerians. And these ones prospered because of it. They built incredible cities, technologies, temples. They grew spiritually, scientifically, economically. The Sumerians became highly intelligent, so one of them started a rebellion. He was called Mancer, because he had learned the sacred magic of the spirits and the stars…

“He was a visionary and wanted to free the people from these so-called gods, because he knew that tyranny was coming. Some didn’t believe him. Too many had fallen under the Sitchin’s control. Until one night of rebellion he was captured, tortured, and cursed to a never-ending state of death. A necro state. Damned to walk the earth deathless, and lifeless, for eternity. Do you know how that feels, boy?? To be not here, and not there either. A sort of a saeva limbus. An oblivion.”

As he started to amble away from the light, Ben tried to wriggle himself free. But he did it carefully in order to not pull the chair and bring noise. He used his magic. He focused, cleared his mind and felt his energy cancel out the chair’s grip. But as he stood up, Lord Furvusmortem had already disappeared in the obscurity of the place.

All of a sudden, a furious growl echoed in the dining hall! The beast emerged from the shadows of the place. This creature seemed possessed. The beast was a rabid dog with teeth as sharp as knives, and of the size of a lion. Certainly the beast had been summoned from the same pits of hell.

He moved with demonic speed towards Ben. There had been no time to react, or even think. Almost instantly then, the beast had him pinned against the ground. Ben fought him, but it was useless. The eyes of the creature seemed cold and cruel, just like his master’s. But the dog soon felt the aura of the wolf boy. He was the leader of the pack after all. The dog knew that.

Benjamin Jones whispered to the rabid dog, then with a soft and tamed demeanor the large beast licked his face. The slobber was friendly but disgusting at first, but soon Ben was rubbing the tummy of his new friend who was just as docile as a baby rabbit. The dog’s tail went side to side joyfully.

Ben felt proud of himself. And there was a powerful awe in him as well. He had just transformed a most ferocious beast into a cuddly puppy. And, the best of all, he also felt the strong connection to the dog. He then recalled that dogs and wolves belonged to the same family. Obviously, Ben did so as well.

Now, from beyond the darkness the applause sounded with poise. “Magnificent. You are indeed the wolf boy. The reincarnation of the legend. Cursed by the same man who became The Necromancer of the Four Winds after he was also cursed.” As Lord Furvusmortem said this, his shape strutted out of the curtain of blackness.

Ben was now paying attention to the arrogant Lord of The Dead. “So, you were the man in the story…?? You are the mancer?? Cursed to walk with the dead. But what do you want from me?! I did not curse you,” Ben said.

He did not look amused anymore. His eyes turned colder, crueler. He suddenly stopped, looked at him sharply, then directed Ben’s view to a big mirror hanged upon the wall behind the counter. The surface looked now silvery and unstable, because it was moving, flowing like the waters of a river.

It quickly became obvious that the mirror was turning into some kind of portal or window, because lost in the silvery substance you could see demons almost drowning in it. Trapped maybe. Was this a vision of hell…?? Ben took a few steps back. The dog was now somewhere whimpering.

The lamenting and tormenting were being half muffled by the incessant sounds of the ardent flames devouring them like crispy wood. Why was the necromancer showing this to Ben…?? What was the point of all this??

There was another dimension there. Perhaps the underworld. He felt the connection. And, right then and there, Ben understood what he was destined to face. Did he even have a choice, or had it been made for him already??

Ben’s face was cringing, not out of fear but out of torture. He was somehow feeling what the poor souls felt. He was sensitive to their hellish plight. He wondered why they were there. He wondered if they’d be stuck there for eternity. Then a tear rolled down his face. But he knew he couldn’t do anything to help them.

While Ben was taken by this, the voice of Lord Furvusmortem came to him, “We are fated to each other. We are cursed. Good and evil, Benjamin.” As he said this, the portal to hell closed, the mirror shattered, and winds arose from the four points in the room.

This lasted for a few more seconds, then Lord Furvusmortem vanished in the shadows of the dining hall. His fedora, which had fallen on the floor, shook and quickly vanished. Then it all turned black, and the winds died down.

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And if you enjoyed reading my article, please take a moment to visit my currently published work.  I write about self-development, the poetry of the better life, love and relationships.

REVIEW OF MY BOOKS: “I really loved the depth of your approach, specially because sometimes I struggle with low self-esteem and that gets into my relationship with my new wife.  Thanks for helping us become aware of all these things.  Much love to you and yours.”

REVIEW OF MY BOOKS: “It allowed me to see another explanation of love..with a touch of humor i was able to find a sensible place to kick back to enjoy knowing I have always been Loved!!  YOUR advice is like finding a treasure. Thank you so much sharing!”

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BENJAMIN JONES. The Call of The Shaman.

This post is about my upcoming young adult/mystery/fantasy novel. I am currently writing the last few chapters. This will be a story like no other. My first fiction novel. You’ll have entertainment, adventure, and you’ll learn as the protagonist discovers himself throughout his journey. Ben is an orphan, and he doesn’t think he can go on this quest and defeat dark forces; but he learns about the strong human spirit, and he does this with good friends by his side.

A LITTLE COMMENT ON THE STORY:

Since his parents’ believed death, he has become an orphan, shunned by his own people (American indigenous people, The Pawnee”), and sent to an orphanage run strictly under the watchful eye of Miss Danksmill.

Ben has visions and dreams in which his father appears to him. His father then, he will give him purpose, motivation to believe in himself. Ben will have to recover a sacred, shamanic object which possesses the greatest wisdom of all shamans past, and which also opens a portal or bridge into the spiritual dimension.

This quest will not be journeyed alone, because he will count with the support of friends, very unique friends. Among these friends, a naughty but decent, ancient god and now ghoul, and also his shadow. Literally his shadow!


This story is unique. But if I had to name the books that inspired me to write it, or even compare it, then, I would mention “Harry Potter” – “The Alchemist” “The Chronicles of Narnia.” My book brings an essence from these 3. But I also add a little spiritual vision or wisdom into it by a character named Adit. Adit will be Ben’s spiritual guru and friend, and his main support to find himself and his magic.

So, follow me to find out when it’s released. Join the adventure!

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And if you enjoyed reading about my upcoming young adult novel, please take a moment to visit my currently published work.  I write about self-development, the poetry of the better life, love and relationships.

REVIEW OF MY BOOKS: “I really loved the depth of your approach, specially because sometimes I struggle with low self-esteem and that gets into my relationship with my new wife.  Thanks for helping us become aware of all these things.  Much love to you and yours.”

REVIEW OF MY BOOKS: “It allowed me to see another explanation of love..with a touch of humor i was able to find a sensible place to kick back to enjoy knowing I have always been Loved!!  YOUR advice is like finding a treasure. Thank you so much sharing!”

“I ALWAYS LOVED YOU.” A book about love and relationships.

“LEAVING THE HERD” (part 1). A book about self-esteem and individuality.

“LEAVING THE HERD” (part 2). A book about enlightenment and the renaissance of the leader in you.

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BENJAMIN JONES. The Call of The Shaman.

I want to introduce myself. My name is Asa Rodriguez and I write inspirational and enlightening books. I seek to elevate the mind and help change lives.

This post is about my first fiction novel coming this October 2020. “BENJAMIN JONES. The Call of The Shaman.” It is a young adult, mystery and fantasy story, taking place around the 1890s. This is a story about magic, inner strength, the battle of good and evil, and the journey of a boy to discover who he is.

The mystery begins here…

A long time ago, a legend was born. A wolf boy. The indigenous people called him ‘White Moon.’ He was a hero shrouded in mystery for many years. And he was cursed by a necromancer in his demise…

Much, much later, Benjamin Jones was born. The child of a powerful shaman. A Pawnee kid who is connected to the wolves through magic but doesn’t know it. But is he the reincarnated wolf boy from the legend…?? And what about the curse?? Do ghouls follow him??

After his parents die, he will have to discover who he is. He will go on a perilous and mysterious quest with his two best friends, Adit and Jake, and discover his magic. He will discover he is a powerful shaman himself. And he will battle dark forces in search of ‘The Sphere of Truth and Wisdom.’ … So, join him in his quest!

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And if you enjoyed that, please take a moment to visit my work.  I write about self-development, the poetry of the better life, love and relationships.

Review of my books: “I really loved the depth of your approach, specially because sometimes I struggle with low self-esteem and that gets into my relationship with my new wife.  Thanks for helping us become aware of all these things.  Much love to you and yours.”

Review of my books: “It allowed me to see another explanation of love..with a touch of humor i was able to find a sensible place to kick back to enjoy knowing I have always been Loved!!  YOUR advice is like finding a treasure. Thank you so much sharing!”

“I ALWAYS LOVED YOU.” A book about love and relationships.

“LEAVING THE HERD” (part 1). A book about self-esteem and individuality.

“LEAVING THE HERD” (part 2). A book about enlightenment and the renaissance of the leader in you.

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As I hold her…

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As I hold her…
And I believe love is this incredible but truly mysterious thing beyond desire and passion, hidden in the simplicity of a deep gaze, lived by the purest and most honest individual, and created by all beings in the Universe.  And I saw that creation in front of me, O I felt it like miraculous light into my very conscience, and as this one brought me to magic healing, to a sort of wholeness I had never experienced before.  She was falling in love as I was, and perhaps our losses had unite us; but, however, I really saw us not “falling in love” but rising in love, because in my days, and during my nights, all I knew was the experience of this divine and powerful rising within me, just like the Sun in the skies rises life with its glorious energy of love and warmth each morning and night on earth.

As I hold her…

I know pain was just part of love, a higher love ever rising, higher and higher.  Because, can you really rise in love without knowing pain as a step up…??  Our loss had vanished, the attachment had been the vanity which had kept us in constant pain, because we had been wretches who never had known love.  But the beauty on her face was the beauty of her divinity which had been clouded and lost under weights of tremendous sorrow.  But the maturity and positivity in me had been bashed and squashed under all my self-pity and tears.  We had been denied warmth and succor when we had needed it the most, they had stepped on our hearts, lost souls we were.  But the loss of love we had in our lives had forged our paths stronger, and so two souls met as it had been written in the stars above.

As I hold her…

I understand now that our souls were One even before our bodies had met, and we find ourselves now transforming great pain into everlasting joy; for we are the children of ourselves, and we are always together playing freely in the fields of the Universe.  Pain is but a door into that great essence of the magical and mysterious creature of love, sitting on a throne of gold and waiting for us mortals to wake up from our great illusions!  Can you not see that?!  Yes, she believes in me and I believe in her now, there is no pride or insecurity, because the eternal moment is what bonds us with the powerful adhesive of love.  But a deeper and mightier love which is not tied to our silly aging and shifty thinking, nor to our mere desires and ugly accusations.  And who dares speak ill about this profound love which transcends this mundane body-mind…??  As I hold her in my arms there is nothing in my heart and mind but her soul and mine born stronger together out of the pain, out of the struggle we have each of us endured…
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