THE LIFE OF AN AUTHOR: More To It Than You Might Think

In the winter of 2013 I began to write. Being home most of the time, I needed an outlet, preferably creative.

I remembered a few years back when, as a practicing psychic, I had put my shingle out on one of the idyllic islands off the coast of B.C.  I offered holographic, past life readings as well as teacups and tarot cards.

The past life readings had started as a great surprise to me when, one day, I was giving a Reiki treatment and as I worked my way around the body on the table, I suddenly began to see a movie unfolding behind my eyes. Puzzled, I asked the woman if she wanted to know what I was seeing, as I thought it probably had something to do with her, rather than with myself.

She said, Yes, Please! And a new gift had come to life for me. Without warning or preparation, my guides had gifted me with the unexpected ability to access my clients’ Akashic Records and view events from various past lives in the form of a video, a movie. This ability surfaces as I work on a Reiki client and starts usually either at the Top of the Head chakra or else around the knees. Rarely, it starts at the feet.

She was delighted to find that her grandmother, who had died only two weeks prior, had popped in to say hello in the middle of her Reiki treatment. Tears of gratitude at hearing from her beloved Gran filled her eyes. After the treatment she rushed off to tell her husband.

Next day, he came in for a treatment. We talked about what had happened with his wife’s reading and I told him it was a new thing, I didn’t know if it would ever happen again. But we began the energy treatment and I left it up to my guides.

Within a few minutes, an amazing movie unfolded for this man. I saw before me his private offices in Seattle, and the items he had on his wall there. Then the movie went to an ancient time when he belonged to a primitive tribe in a place that looked to me like New Guinea, somewhere like that. He was the tribe’s shamanic healer and he had a sister who depended on him. She was albino, completely white. This branded her in the tribe as a dangerous person, perhaps a witch, so she was always afraid and stayed close to her powerful brother.

At the time the movie showed, he was called upon to make a Vision Quest, and the next hour took us through a long journey, dangerous and frightening, in which he had to find his own way, unaided by supernatural help, through jungles full of predators and across vast gullies, crossing by whatever means he could think of.

He made it through many dangers and finally, reaching the base of an old volcano, he lay down to sleep. As he slept, he dreamed of a hard red ball in his midsection. When he saw this ball in himself, in his dream, it meant he would develop massive new powers to help his people with.

The dream and the movie ended abruptly at the base of that volcano and we left him asleep on his pile of leaves on the ground. We returned to present day reality.

I was nervous he would think I was crazy. I’d never experienced anything like that. I went off and made him the usual end-of-treatment cup of tea. When I brought it to him, he looked at me oddly. He said, “That is the most incredible thing I have ever heard. Everything you said made sense. Those things you saw on the wall of my office, they are actually there. And although we don’t talk about it to anyone, my wife and I are heading out on a trip to China, where we have booked lessons from a Chi Gong Master. He will teach me to place a hard red ball in my midsection, and once I learn how to do that mentally, he says I will have vastly improved power and strength for my life and my metaphysical learning.”

He looked at me in a dazed way and I just stood there, flummoxed. I said, “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know if it will happen again, or if that was all for you and your wife. It has never happened to me before.”

Since then, I have given Reiki energy to many clients and narrated to them as they lay on the table, whatever movies and information their guides felt right to show me. When I deliver this information, I am standing inside their previous bodies of their previous incarnation. I smell, taste, see and emotionally feel everything they had experienced in those long ago times, and I tell them everything I experience.

I have no idea why it started. But it only happens when I give Reiki, no other time.

One of those readings involved a young woman escaping from the Inquisition in long-ago Majorca. She had come into the presence of a rare metaphysical teacher who had taught her to change shape, overcome the limitations of the physical world, to defend herself with a variety of martial art moves and many survival skills. She was being trained to be a helper to the helpless, a defender to victims of injustice.

In the reading, I saw this young woman in long-ago Majorca, walking into the room where the Grand Inquisitor sat with his cronies. She exercised the power she’d been taught, and walked through the table itself, steadily and calmly, right up to the cruel men waiting for her at the top of the room, she walked into the wood of the table and strode up to them right through the material of the huge, heavy table.

The Inquisitor and his friends rose and fled in terror, recognizing a being who was infinitely more than they could dream of becoming.

This particular reading held special magic for me. So that winter, in 2013, I decided to try to write a story involving a young woman like this.

The result was my first novel, a paranormal fantasy romance called Pagan Flames.

The next novel was a romance called Sacred Trust, in which the wife of a high level politician comes home unexpectedly at lunchtime and finds her best friend in bed with her husband.  Not the first time something like this had happened. So she decided it’s time to leave, to build a new life. She flees the loveless marriage and drives across the continent to the west coast, where she finds many challenges and also, of course, finds true love.

In the meantime I’d heard from fans who had read Pagan Flames and they wanted more adventures with the hero and heroine of that book…Melchior, the Wizard, and Theresa, his student. I listened to my fans and wrote a book called The Boy Scout, in which Melchior and Theresa become involved, along with a true-hearted Boy Scout, in the rescue of a group of teens about to be shipped into slavery by a band of human traffickers.

Most recently, I wrote Morning Song, a novel about a romance writer who had achieved huge success with her writing skills, but had never experienced a relationship. At the age of fiteen, she’d been attacked during the commission of a violent crime, and had been afraid of men ever since.

Beautiful Kathryn, with millions in her bank account, lived alone with her staff for company and a few friends who knew her secret. At 32 years of age, she’d never been kissed.

Blessed with the friendship of someone who made it their business to see Kathryn gets kissed, she falls in love with a man who is just what she needs. Someone patient, understanding, someone who has worked around the world in many situations and understands the dangers and damage life can inflict on a soul. With great care, he sets about offering healing to this lovely young woman who has spent her early years hiding away in her home, her safe place.

The world opens for her as she dares to take a step outside of her safety boundaries, stepping out in the protection of a smart and caring man.

As her own healing begins, she receives the news that an aunt has died and left her a special inheritance in the form of her little girl, who now is an orphan and needs a stable home. A victim of sexual abuse, the child finds in her aunt a warm, honest, compassionate and knowledgable counselor.

Both find their way to healing and a whole life in a magical journey which is, in fact, much like the pathway many real people have walked on the way to their own real-life healing.

With Morning Song on its way to print at this time, I am well on the way to another, different, novel, about a young woman who is the daughter of a notorious arms dealer. She is very different from her parents, and has developed, on her own, a strong moral code that she lives by. Her great desire is to get her Captain’s Ticket and command a crew on a huge freighter, carrying cargo across the world’s oceans.

Brave, resilient, and daring, she takes bullying from no one and commands, first of all, respect from others as she joins crew after crew on small boats, getting her hours on the water, first requirement on her way to her Captain’s Ticket.

Beautiful and tough, both innocent and fierce, she has to face what her father has become and save the innocent from death and destruction at his hands.

In the process, we introduce our hero, a different kind of hero. Dave, skilled in all things marine, a confirmed bachelor. Working on crew for her father on a freighter, he is, in reality, an undercover operative whose handler is part of a secret federal governmental body. Tracey, determined to change her father’s moral view of life, comes to crew for him also, and Dave has to deal with this modern-day Boadicea, determined to stand for what’s right. As forces so much larger than themselves battle it out around them, these two fight to defeat a growing passion for each other.

In the process of writing these books, I have had to research the most unlikely collection of topics. From the daily life of an arms dealer to the Spanish Inquisition and monarchy, from high-level U.S. politics  to criminal procedures, from wilderness treatment of a broken leg to the geography of Majorca’s famous tourist cave systems, on and on it goes.

When I decided to write up the story of one young woman’s psychic reading and turn it into a story, I had no idea that I would end up spending untold quantities of time poring over reference books and internet sources, trying to gather a genuine grasp of how other people on this planet have lived in the past and live now in the present.

Sometimes I feel it’s too much, I can’t do it. I get scared. I shrink back. How did I get into this? I ask myself as I wander around a library, looking for some archaic information about dinosaurs in ancient China. What makes me think I can do this, I wonder.

But it is like anything else. One step at a time, one day at a time, you commit to do a thing and you just get up in the morning and go do it. Bit by bit, it comes together.

Then, one day, all flags flying, you tell the world that this particular author has another book out there on Amazon. You order some copies, you hold it in your hand, a sense of wonder permeating the day, and you remember a day when this book did not exist. Not the cover picture, not the words, not the plot, nor the characters.

Now they do. Because you got up in the morning and got the job done. Till one day, your publisher sent you a contract, and now you’re, once more, a small star in the firmament of heaven.

And she says to you, “Now start the next one.” And your life is full.

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