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New book…

Top 10 in U.S. in ‘Children’s Scary Stories’, and in ‘Children’s Coming of Age Fantasy Books’, and in ‘Children’s Paranormal, Occult and Supernatural Books’, “The Call of The Shaman”, #1 in the epic Dark Fantasy series, is the story of a 12-year-old orphan boy who is trying to discover himself.

His father was a great shaman. His mother a great healer. Great ancestral indigenous roots. And after the visit from his ‘believed’ dead father, he must go on a journey to discover who he really is, the magic he has inside him, and the connection to the ancient Sumerian gods. All this while managing the great curse, the ghouls, and the wicked necromancer on his path…

If you haven’t read #1 yet, right now and for a limited time it is free to download on Amazon, Kobo, and Barnes and Noble. Please browse through my website and learn more, or find it here: “The Call of The Shaman.”

And to celebrate the new book in the Dark Fantasy series that I have soon coming out, #4, “Shadow Ghouls of Nergus”, I want to share an exerpt from Chapter 48 – Titled: ‘Everything you Believe.’

His  eyes  were  wide  open  in  astonishment.  “You  can  talk??”

“Hmm,  can  I  talk…??  Let’s  see,”  he  said  in  deep  thought.  “Hmm.  Yes,  apparently  I  can.  And  so  can  you.”

“I  mean,  how  can  you  talk??”  Ben  insisted  putting  the  feather  back  in  his  pocket. 

“Hmm,  what  a  fascinating  question,”  the  dragon-wolf  continued.  “I  dunno.  Never  really  thought  about  it.  And  how  can  you  talk??”

“Well,  I  am  human.  We  have  vo—”

WAIT—!”  he  interrupted.  “I  really  don’t  care.”

Ben  saw  him  in  a  very  serious  pose,  as  if  some  kind  of  Greek  philosopher.  This  hybrid  creature  looked  very  funny.  He  seemed  to  be  very  conscious  of  himself,  but  his  fairly  generous  size  and  his  long  tail  swaying  side  to  side  as  he  remained  in  thought  made  Ben  chuckle.

“Oh,  yes!  You  were  going  somewhere.  Where??”

“I  think  I’m  being  punished  for  what  I  did,”  Ben  explained.  “I’m  dying  of  thirst.”

“Oh,  yes,  look  at  that.  You  don’t  look  so  good,”  he  said  while  noticing  his  pale  complexion.  “You  might  be  right.  I  might  be  talking  to  a  dead  boy  after  all.  Or  soon  to  be.”

“Gee,  I’m  so  glad  you  came.  Thanks.”

“Oh  cheer  up,  you!  It’s  not  that  bad!”  the  hybrid  creature  said  while  moving  one  of  his  wings  and  exposing  the  rich  sand  for  him.  “Take  some  water  now.”

“Umm.  What  water…??”  Ben  asked  suspiciously.

“What  is  it  that  you  mean??  The  delicious  spring  water  in  this  crystal  glass,”  he  said  while  motioning  with  his  wing.

Ben  looked  closer.  Maybe  he  was  having  problems  with  his  vision  too.  He  moved  the  giant  wing  out  of  the  way  just  to  make  a  point.  “There’s  no  water  there.”

Of  course  there  is.  You’re  thinking  too  much.  Now  stop  seeking  excuses,  reach  the  glass,  and  drink  the  water.”

Ben  smiled  and  looked  awkwardly  at  the  talking  dragon-wolf.  “You’re  an  illusion,  just  like  this  whole  place,  aren’t  you??  Just  like  I  can  talk  clearly  now.”

“But  do  you  still  feel  thirsty,  about  to  die??”

Ben  took  his  time.  He  felt  different  now,  but  the  lingering  exhaustion  as  other  side  effects  from  dehydration  were  there. 

Then,  gathering  himself,  he  said,  “Weirdly,  yes.”

“Then  drink,  and  live.  Or  don’t  drink,  and  die.  But  do  not  waver  anymore,”  the  hybrid  said,  then  turned  around  and  away  from  him.

Ben  felt  silly,  and  he  still  thought  this  was  an  illusion.  He  probably  was  dead  already,  or  maybe  unconscious  somewhere.  He  didn’t  really  care.  He  carried  his  big  burden.  And  he  knew  the  gods  weren’t  happy  with  him.  He  then  went  ahead,  took  the  make-believe  glass  and  drank.

“How  do  you  feel??”  asked  the  dragon-wolf.

Ben  left  the  now-visible  glass  on  the  strange  sandy  surface.  “Hey,  it  was  real!”

“Of  course  it  was!  Everything  is  real  if  you  believe  in  it.”

HHFFMMTT!  Suddenly,  the  glass  was  swallowed  by  the  hungry  mound.  Ben  saw  this  and  rubbed  his  eyes,  then  looked  yonder  and  saw  his  friends  down  at  the  foot  of  a  cave.  They  were  waiting  for  him,  just  like  he’d  told  them. 

Then  the  hybrid  came  to  him  and  said,  “You  have  good  friends,  Ben.

“I  know  they’re  angry  with  me.  But  my  friends  shouldn’t  be  punished  for…”

I hope you enjoyed this section of the story.

“Shadow Ghouls of Nergus”, #4 in the epic series BENJAMIN JONES, is coming soon…

And, as mentioned above, if you haven’t read #1 yet and started the adventure with Ben, right now and for a limited time it is free to download on Amazon, Kobo, and Barnes and Noble. Please browse through my website and learn more, or find it here: “The Call of The Shaman”


Anatomy and physiology of life Poetry and prose from the heart. Self-help life truths. Stories to ponder. The free mind of a human god!

The Egg. A reincarnation story.

A beautiful and intuitive void, white light and a glorious spectrum of colors resembling The Mother of all mothers, Mother Earth. He opened his eyes and looked around in a daze, “…Wh–Where am I…??” The voice came from the background, this man looked in corporeal form like anybody would, “Don’t fear, you are surely everywhere and nowhere. You are safe.” Then the man said, “Who are you??” Memories came to him rushing like fierce currents, ” I–I remember a car skidding towards me. Am I…dead…?! Is this the afterlife…??” And the man who looked like anybody answered calmly, “I am that which ‘I AM’ and yet anybody you know, but you never sought after me in the right place, thus you cannot really recognize me now. And, yes, you can call this the afterlife, if you still think death is the end of life. I call it That Moment which Changes Eternally.”

The man then stood up and marveled at the colorful spectra about him–but soon pangs of worry seize him! “What about my wife and child?! I have left them alone! I have to go back!!” Then the I AM smiled kindly and said, “You are truly blessed with a good heart, for you know to put your loved ones before you; and this is the Light of your Soul knocking, and as long as you answer it will always give identity and worth to your life.” The still concerned man insisted, “But what about them?!” The I AM continued, “Come, let us walk through this joyous Eden.” So they did. And the innocent animals were welcoming the man into their perfect land, and the birds sang sacred praises to THE ALL. Them The I AM continued, “To be honest, their grief is passing and their hearts are joyous, because although you did love them you never found a way to show it. They are somewhat relieved that you are free now, and that they are free from the life you had designed for them as well.

A tear rolled down his eyes, but a tear of pure bliss because he truly loved his family and knew they were better without him, “So what now?? Am I going to Hell…??” The I AM smiled again, then looked at him with a blessing, “No. You call this reincarnation–a new opportunity to reach full bliss, a new opportunity to find yourself and ascend to my heights.” The man frowned in thought, then added, “To ascend to your heights…?? Well, tell me, what is the meaning of life then…??” They kept walking, and the I AM soon replied, “Why do you ask me?? Why does everybody ask the same down there?? Don’t you know that of all my Creations man is the only creature still seeking that answer in a thought form. Look around you–” And the man did so. “The innocent animals, the wonderful plants, the silent rocks, the fresh waters, the wise earth beneath your feet. Do you think they are confused and asking questions to themselves about the meaning of life??” The man fell silent, humbled by THE WORD, then said again, “So, where do I go now…??” The I AM said, “You shall see when you come out of the womb, perhaps to the past, perhaps to the future, but always in the present; for the world and all Cosmic Creation is an Egg, and my children come out of that Egg dozens upon dozens of times, and the meaning is always flowing in that Egg, thus in you.” And they stopped walking, and then it all blackened, and then the man was gone into that Egg…

The cycle of life and death is just an illusion of the intellect, of the ego and its aggregates; for there is only transmutation of forms and energy fields, it is all change–i.e., a subtle manifestation of ethereal bodies and essences in the individual while the dissolution of egos and of personalities passes through their final suffering, their final death, to begin again a new, to have a new chance for development.


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