Showing posts with label David Callinan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Callinan. Show all posts

Friday, June 15, 2012

This Callinan Thriller May Be The Answer You've Sought For the Future?

A stone angel at the back of the St. Peter and...
..."The first phase would end when a book was written recounting his odyssey. This book...the angels had told him, would alert the world to Paul's story and this would trigger a chain of events that would elevate his journey and raise the stakes. Paul would then meet more powerful people...He would be changed by this process and be subject to mental, spiritual and physical dangers as he evolved to the point where he would be able to understand the words of the new world savior...
Paul knew little about this person except that he was now around fifteen years of age and could not read or write. He would not be linked to any religion or creed. In fact, his emergence would see many religions go the way of the dinosaurs. They would finally have served their purpose and be reborn within a  new collective spiritual era..."

A stone angel at the back of the St. Peter and Paul Cathedral (Photo credit: Wikipedia)



An Angel On My
  Shoulder




By David Callinan






Was it all just a dream? Of the author? Or, of the main character Paul?

The author calls The Angel on my Shoulder a spiritual adventure... I think I would have said, a spiritual nightmare! Although I must admit, that the author seems to be somewhat like myself—always questioning, never accepting anything as the final version, the final fact...

This novel won’t be for everybody. It is deep, bordering into the unknown spiritual realm, and includes some parts where readers might get totally lost in the complexity. In my opinion, that is to be expected in a novel that is meant to both entertain and teach. When I found parts that I wasn’t sure I understood, I read them but didn’t worry about meaning—there is either further explanation included, or I knew there were ample resources available to learn more.

After all, this was Paul’s adventure, not mine...

Let me just say that Paul did have an angel with him at all times, but there were many more he met—they were to be his teachers in his development, preparing him to meet the new world savior... His mission was to write this book...
  
They claimed that Paul was one of them...

Paul thought that he may be slowly going out of his mind...

But he was able to hold it together so that his wife and children did not notice anything major...he had always been introverted and somewhat withdrawn...

And...

All of the communication between those angels took place inside his head telepathically...(or as created by him, if he was indeed crazy) He didn't know which...

Most of us have some type of connection to a formal religious group...many to a church where they go to learn or worship. Some religions use angels with wings to represent the beings called by that name. But none of us could know, be sure, of their true image...Will, indeed, we retain body form in the hereafter? Is there a hereafter?

Many have become disenchanted with the formal structure of the church. There are many reasons for that to have occurred, given the wars, sex scandals and political power issues we see...

There are also many, like the author, who have studied Metaphysics (Metaphysics is a type of philosophy or study that uses broad concepts to help define reality and our understanding of it.) and other forms of religions beyond their own to try to understand...Not only does the author demonstrate great skill, experience, and intelligence in his writing, in this novel, readers will see that he also has done much research and study in these areas beyond what the normal individual has studied... I certainly am one of those who gained knowledge from the novel, although I would question one angel's role in Paul's life--the one who used pain to teach. I cannot accept that premise--but then again, I didn't have to. Interestingly, however, when Paul's adventures begin against the evil of this world...you do somewhat understand...

Most readers have enjoyed thrillers where good fights evil...in humans... Ruby Moon-Houldson is an author I have read extensively that writes thrillers where most of the characters are supernatural. I am sure you could name many others. I had not read anything like Callinan's however, where the mind was used as the location setting for much of the activities. No wonder the main character had such a hard time accepting that all that was occurring was outside his own mind!

Now, I must say that I was totally into Callinan's description of the "new world savior"... One that was not tied to "any" of the known world religions... I think many of us have "been there; done that" and don't accept the separation of people by what some religious book has told them to do... What about you?

Callinan's novel is provocative, discouraging, encouraging--it is complex and sometimes beyond understanding in the metaphysical area. It is scary ridiculous...and inspiring... I think that's why I was impressed that the author created a "doubting" main character, for only as Paul explored his thoughts and actions are we, the readers, able to also explore and watch through his adventures. It doesn't whether if you get interested in the concept--no matter what, An Angel on My Shoulder is a thrilling adventure!

A truly intriguing book. Do you dare to test your own beliefs like Paul? Highly Recommended if you're willing!


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Thursday, June 14, 2012

Excerpt by David Callinan...An Angel on My Shoulder...Review Coming...




PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE



The Pendulum Diaries







There are days when sunlight scythes through the branches of trees and etches the world into a still-life tableau. On such days time is banished as scintillas of light trap people in frozen poses, like statues, or shadows in a peepshow. It can last for less than a second but it might as well be a lifetime.
It was on a day such as this that Paul had stood with Annie outside a dome-shaped theatre surrounded by well-cut lawns. A straggling crowd was making its way into the exhibition, ‘Connections’. This was a mixed bag of a show, part market, part new age bazaar, part chicanery and pseudo wisdom, where you could buy organic juice, fresh vegetables, candles and love potions, visit a couple of clairvoyants, sit in a tepee, learn to meditate or buy oddball books.
Annie was eager to get inside. She had been showing an unusual interest in anything spiritual or even wacky. Paul had some reservations about this so-called new age explosion. His take on the whole question of life and existence had seen him delve much deeper than the transient world of ‘enlightenment’ that had now become a mass-market business worth millions.
It was partly, he supposed, because he lived and worked in a structured world of business where computers were the new gods and cyberspace the new universe.
“I want to learn to meditate,” said Annie as they went in, bought tickets and collected an armful of leaflets, “like you used to do.”
“That’s fine, but don’t be taken in by everything you see in here,” Paul replied. “A lot of this is just commercial mumbo-jumbo.”
“Yeah, yeah!” she smiled.
“I can teach you to meditate,” said Paul.
“Like you tried to teach me to drive,” she laughed. “We ended up in a shouting match.”
“I just mean, there’s real spiritual information out there and there’s razzmatazz like this.”
They entered a large hall with a decorated domed ceiling. It was full of colour and light, kaftans and dreadlocks interspersed with earnest and newly converted devotees of Hindu and Buddhist sects, po-faced Christians offering booklets, brightly coloured tarot stalls and I-Ching readers and smiling aloe vera salesmen. A heady mixture of perfumes and scents drifted through the packed hall. The visitors were a mixed bag. Some looked like refugees from a third-rate rock concert, or were gipsy travellers with snivelling kids in tow. Others were middle income bracket devotees determined to find enlightenment on their doorstep but the majority was just the plain curious.
Annie and Paul drifted with the crowd, pausing here and there. Annie rushed into the tepee to experience some Sioux Indian drumming and came out again a little later less than impressed.
“My hands hurt,” she complained.
“There’s a transcendental meditation stall over there,” said Paul. “Why don’t you check it out? I’ll have a wander around.”
Annie smiled and rushed through the crowd, pausing to buy a silk headscarf that she tied around her head tucking her long blonde hair inside. Paul smiled at her enthusiasm. You can learn a lot from your kids, he told himself.Maybe more than they can learn from you.
Paul stopped by the aloe vera stall and listened to the sales pitch that tried to persuade him to become an agent and make a fortune from residual income. He thanked the guy politely and moved on, tempted for a moment by an attractive tarot card reader who smiled at him encouragingly, as if to say, you’re special, you have a special future ahead of you.
Paul bought a pendant for Kate and then noticed a stall tucked away by a pillar. A number of people had gathered around a sallow skinned little man who was pointing out something on a large chart on the table in front of him surrounded by piles of book, manuals and pendulums.
Paul’s curiosity was aroused. Dowsing and work with pendulums did have some scientific validity and whenever something unexplainable seemed to fit neatly side-by-side with something that could be explained or surmised, Paul was intrigued. He knew, for instance, that many elements, including metals and ores of all kinds and, of course, water, could be dowsed. A pendulum was like a physical or quirky version of the periodic table. A pendulum would always spin a set number of times over or close to a chemical compound or a metal. It never varied.
He walked across to the stall and noticed that the small man was holding a pendulum above a chart upon which was printed a piano scale-like illustration with lines like barcodes of different thicknesses stretching in a semicircle across the page. Barcode was a pretty good analogy. He listened as the man explained patiently what he was doing to a sceptical onlooker.
“I am examining your past lives for debris and detritus,” he stated. “You can clear from past existences the trouble, crimes, sins and bad karma that have infiltrated your present life and are causing much of the grief and problems you currently suffer.”
“I don’t believe in past lives,” said the onlooker.
“You don’t have to believe,” said the stallholder, “you just have to notice the difference from now on. Then you will believe.”
The onlooker moved on, shaking his head. Paul stood watching the man for a moment. A sign above his stall proclaimed: ‘Ebenezer Nuttley – past life regression and clearance - parallel universes explored’. Here, at last, was Paul’s kind of stall. He didn’t know if he believed in past lives or not. He thought, on balance, that he did, but not as portrayed by any religious movement. Ebenezer - no one was called Ebenezer these days - crouched over his chart intently.
Paul glanced around looking for Annie. He saw her at the tarot card stall as she was about to sit down for a reading. He waved and she waved back.
“Can I help you?” Nuttley’s voice was thin, like a reed in the wind.
“I’m curious,” said Paul. “What’s all this about?”
“It’s a system devised by a minister of religion, believe it or not,” he answered. “Throughout various incarnations in which the spirit has been made flesh and in parallel universes where other versions of ourselves are living their lives, there takes place, what you might call, spiritual spillage.”
“Spiritual spillage?” Paul was now really curious.
“Why don’t you sit down?” Nuttley invited Paul.
Paul pulled up a small stool and looked closely at the chart. It was divided into sections with titles such as: soul partners; recently departed; parallel lives; historical relationships; future events; dark matter; angels; demons and spirit life.
“Time and space are one,” explained Nuttley and Paul looked closely at him for the first time. He had a gnome-like face, and it was difficult to guess his exact age: his bald scalp was wrapped in a bandana and he possessed remarkably long and delicate fingers.
“Each of us will die with, what you might describe as, a nugget of wisdom gained from our time in this material world. Since there is only the constant now, past and future are mental constructs that have no real substance. What does have substance is the imprint of our actions, emotions, hopes and fears on the spirit material we are made from. Most of the experiences of our lives are meaningless and serve no purpose. Other experiences have profound effects, both positive and negative. Problems, fears, emotional upsets, scandals, crimes and anything unresolved from past or future existences can affect our present lives and therefore our ability to gather wisdom and grow in spirit.
“This is a system by which we contact the supreme spirit and discover from this chart what the blockages are and where they have come from. These can then be cleared.”
“Fascinating,” whispered Paul.
“I sell the system and the instruction manual,” said Nuttley. “It is money very well spent, believe me.”
“Can you show me?” Paul asked.
“I can give you a small demonstration,” he replied. He handed Paul a pearl droplet pendulum on a silver chain.
“Hold the pendulum over the centre point,” Nuttley instructed him. “Then watch.”
Paul noticed that all the sections on the outer ring of the semicircle had lines drawn to a point in the centre of the chart. He did as Nuttley had asked and held the pendulum as still as he could. Slowly at first, then with gathering speed, the pendulum began to spin, then it oscillated until it was moving in a linear direction exactly along one of the lines leading to a section called ‘historical relationships’.
“You must be absolutely sure that you are in contact with your supreme soul,” Nuttley warned. “It is quite possible for unwanted entities to gain access and cause trouble. You will know when this happens because you will receive nonsensical answers to your questions.”
“Questions?” said Paul.
“You have to find out what is causing blockages from some historical relationship. Only the supreme spirit can wipe this clean. If the pendulum circles to the left, it is yes, to the right it is no.”
“How do I know what to ask? This could take hours.”
“Not really,” Nuttley replied patiently. “The thoughts will come into your head. Ask if you committed a crime.”
Paul hesitated at first, then, looking uncertainly at Nuttley, he asked the question in his head. Immediately the pendulum circled to the right, swinging powerfully. He watched Nuttley’s fingers as they twitched slightly, disturbing the dust motes which floated across the room in the kind of light peculiar to church halls or museums.
“That’s a no,” Nuttley told him. The fingers danced then came together.
Paul began to think over his past life. Suddenly, the pendulum veered violently to the left.
“What were you thinking of?” asked Nuttley.
“It’s personal,” said Paul.
“It doesn’t matter to me, my friend,” Nuttley smiled. “Ask for it to be cleared then confirm you are clear.”
Paul had been thinking about Marion and how he had left her pregnant. He had been carrying that guilt around ever since. His heart felt heavy and he could almost sense Marion’s presence.
“I’m sorry,” he thought and tears almost came to his eyes.
“Ask if it can be cleared,” Nuttley said softly.
Paul did so, trying to visualize the supreme soul. The pendulum stopped, then once again circled to the right before swinging to the left in a straight line to a section Paul hadn’t seen before which said the word ‘Clear’.
“I have other customers, my friend,” said Nuttley.
“I’ll take one,” Paul said.
“Good,” replied the little man. “Remember, you have to ensure you are talking to your supreme soul and not some errant spirit. The manual explains everything; all the safeguards.”
Paul glanced around and saw that Annie was making her way towards him. One or two others had been standing behind him watching. Nuttley wrapped up a chart, manual and pendulum and handed the package to Paul. As Paul paid him he noticed a pile of business cards.
“I’ll put my card in the bag in case you ever want a private consultation or need me to clear you,” said Nuttley. “Goodbye.”
“Wow, that was amazing,” said Annie as they walked across the lawn to the car park.
“Go on,” Paul encouraged her.
“I can’t tell you everything,” she said. “But, the next three years are going to be extraordinary. I have to be careful to make the right choices. I have to follow my heart and not my head. Maybe I should not try for medical school or university but try to be an actress. That’s what my heart tells me. There was a lot of other personal stuff I can’t talk about.”
“Why can’t you study to become a doctor and act part time? If you’re not any good you’ll soon find out and in the meantime you could have a career in medicine.”
Annie did not seem that convinced. “I had a funny feeling during that reading,” she told him.
“Go on.”
“It was kind of like, taking a step into the unknown. I don’t know. I’m not explaining it very well.”
“Was it like the sudden knowledge that you have moved in a particular direction and life will never be the same again?”
She looked at him. “Yes, that’s exactly it. How did you know?”
“Because it does happen to other people too, darling.”
Annie put her arm through his. “I’m glad I’ve got you as a dad,” she said.
“I should hope so,” said Paul as he blinked and looked away for a moment.
“What was happening on that stall?” she asked.
“Oh, just some wacko talking about past lives.”
“I’m sure I’ve been here before,” she said.
“I think once is enough for you, my girl. Come on, let’s go home.”
Paul forgot about the pendulum and past life clearance for a while. He was involved in a particularly difficult project that occupied most of his time. He put Nuttley’s package in a filing cabinet in his office with the intention of exploring it later.
In any event, three months went by before he was rummaging through some old paperwork and came across the packet with the name Ebenezer Nuttley scrawled on the outside.
“Why not?” he thought.
He opened the packet, took out the instruction manual and began to read. The concept of karma, or the law of cause and effect, had always fascinated him. At first sight it appeared a remarkably obvious process. But then, it implied that there was a form of super organic organization behind the scenes. Decisions would have to made involving millions of lives past and present lives all creating and burning off karma until they merged unsullied into the great light of creation, the permanent now.
This pendulum-based karmic clearance system had been devised by a man who claimed to have already by-passed it and reached the point where he was able to communicate with spiritual beings by blinking. Neat, Paul thought, although, what if you didn’t wish to communicate? Initially however, the process was straightforward. Whatever responded to the spinning pendulum, which seemed to act as a kind of cosmic key or telephone line, had to be identified as being your soul guardian - rather like a guardian angel. The guardian could not lie to you but other wayward spirits would do more than lie. It seemed the invisible world of spirit was teeming with life, albeit dead from a human perspective. By asking questions that you alone knew the answers to, it could be established that you were in direct communication with your guardian angel not with some mischievous spirit.
You could isolate past and future lives, discover who you were or would be, understand the nature of traumatic events that may have taken place and ask your supreme soul to clear them from your soul, spirit, psyche or karmic load. Some of the more sinister categories included satanic possession. A slight shiver ran down Paul’s spine when he saw this, but the problem was, did you have to believe in all this stuff for it to be true, or, was it just the way things were irrespective of what human beings believed?
Paul began by a process of self-analysis, letting the pendulum have free rein. He noted that it was purely a matter of dreaming up a question to which an answer of sorts was given. The answers prompted further questions and answers until Paul was deep in a kind of meditative trance.
“Do I have problems from a past life?” he asked.
The pendulum indicated he had. What followed then was a bizarre series of questions and answers. Paul didn’t know where the questions were coming from. They just popped into his head.
“Was I male?”
“No.”
“Am I male now?”
“No.”
“Hey, what is this?”
Paul realized he had not been carrying out the regular safety checks.
“Are you my soul guardian?”
“No, yes.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Yes.”
Paul asked for the soul guardian to return and this time he felt he could sense the difference. The manual recommended using the chart to narrow down areas of investigation and then position the pendulum over the palm of the hand to ask questions and request clearance.
He also realized that he could ask questions about other people. To begin with, he pressed on about his own life or lives.
“What event in my last life has caused trouble in this one?” he inquired.
The pendulum moved to the section covering death. Paul paused. Did he really want to go down this road?
This is more than self-analysis, he concluded. And the longer he pressed on, the deeper became the questions he was asking, mainly of himself. It was stunning how a simple yes and no question session began to unlock emotions and fears he had long since buried or didn’t know he had.
“Did I have a happy death last time?” he queried.
“No.”
“Why?” Paul thought he’d try a new tack.
The pendulum began to spin in a large circle, first to the left and then to the right. Then it changed direction and hit the section denoted as trauma pretty violently, Paul thought. The pendulum seemed to contain its own life force, gentle and passive when the questions were run-of-the-mill but markedly furious when they got to be near-the-knuckle.
“Was I murdered?” Paul ventured.
“Yes,” came the answer with what Paul felt was a degree of satisfaction.
“Are you my supreme soul?” he checked.
The pendulum swung to a yes answer and Paul believed it. Paul asked a series of questions relating to this death and discovered that he had lived around 150 years ago in Syria. He was learning the technique of short circuiting hundreds of questions and getting to the answer pretty swiftly. He didn’t know what to believe. What exactly was he communicating with? Whatever it was, it had to be in his mind, or in his brain. But it was wholly unlikely that he could have dug up some fantasy story about being a Syrian in a previous life on his own account.
He paused for a while and looked out of his office window. He needed to talk to someone about this. The process was starting to leave a faint whiff of unease inside him. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
He changed tack and began to ask questions about Kate and their marriage.
The pendulum adamantly moved to the section, which denoted discontent in this life. This was at the opposite end of the chart to his original questions about himself.
“Is Kate happy?” he asked.
“Yes.” the pendulum circled to the left. Then, before Paul could ask another question, it began to reverse its direction.
Concerned and irritated, Paul checked out his soul guardian to make sure no wandering spirit had happened to find the channel open. No, the supreme soul was still in control. On an impulse Paul asked:
“Has Kate ever been unfaithful to me?”
There was a pause as the pendulum returned to vertical and then spun conclusively to the left. Paul looked up stunned for a moment, alternately believing and disbelieving. He didn’t notice the pendulum had stopped circling and had reversed direction.
Paul slammed the pendulum down on the desk and stared at it. It wasn’t possible. He knew Kate so well. He would surely have known. Then a worm of doubt slithered into his subconscious. What about the visits she used to make to that riding stables with Bessie, their bay mare? She had always returned from those visits a little higher than normal. He hadn’t noticed anything in particular and he had met the guy who ran the stables at country shows when he accompanied Kate and Bessie to help out. Now, he thought back, had there been a spark between them? There was nothing obvious at the time.
None of this could be true. He refused to believe it. Dare he ask the question?
He picked up the golden chain and positioned the pendulum over his left palm then took a deep breath,
“Was it Terry?” he asked. “Has Kate had an affair with Terry Sullivan?”


Monday, June 11, 2012

Excerpt from David Callinan's Best Selling The Weather Kids!

SENNEN, ENGLAND - FEBRUARY 07:  The sun sets o...
SENNEN, ENGLAND - FEBRUARY 07: The sun sets over the sea looking towards Lands End viewed from Gwenver beach near Sennen Cove on February 7, 2011 in Cornwall, England. Like many parts of the UK Cornwall is currently enjoying milder weather after what has been one of the harshest winters on record. Normally, due to the effects of the Gulf Stream, winters in Cornwall are amongst the warmest in the country, meaning frost and snow are very rare at the coast and inland also. This winter however, the Gulf Stream - which brings warm air from the Caribbean and makes Cornwall's weather a lot milder than other places in the world at the same latitude, such as Newfoundland and means it has the UK's only area of sub-tropical climate - was diverted leading to arctic weather conditions. (Image credit: Getty Images via @daylife)


THE WEATHER KIDS

series chapter books for children 7-10


by


David Callinan

The continuing adventures of:

Linzi Lightning, Tommy Thunder, Sofia Snow,
Wu-Shi Wind, Rebecca Rain and Sami Sunshine

THIS ADVENTURE:

The Weather Kids and the Rainbow Superhighway



CHAPTER ONE

THE CLIMATE CHANGE THIEF

The tall, friendly PR lady who worked for the International Climate Change Institute gazed at the six children slouching around the futuristic reception area and sighed.
What were their parents thinking of bringing them here?
The adults were scientists from different parts of the world attending an important international conference and they had brought their kids along for the ride.
She knew that the families were planning to have various holidays once the conference was over in a couple of days. Meanwhile, she had to keep the kids amused somehow.
Some of them were slyly watching each other while pretending to look around the huge entrance space of glass and steel. Others were sending texts madly, eyes glued to their mobile cell phones. The PR lady walked over to them with a big smile.
“Okay, you guys,” she said cheerily. “Your parents are going to be busy for the rest of the day. So we need to find things for you to do. How many of you are interested in climate change?”
The Russian girl and the Chinese boy put up their hands. The other four stared at her with bored expressions. 
The PR lady tried harder. “Why don’t we break the ice? How about you introduce yourselves and then I’ll tell you all about the amazing science we have going on here.”
The children seemed aghast at this idea and looked at each other not wanting to be the first to speak.
“Come on, kids, you do want to find out how you can save the planet, don’t you?”
This seemed to work. One of the boys, a fair-haired lad, finally spoke. “G’day, I’m Tommy and I’m from Sydney, Australia. I didn’t really want to come. I could be skin surfing right now. Okay?”
A pale-faced blonde girl, who was tall and athletic looking, was next. “I’m Sofia and I am from Moscow. I wanted to come. I am interested in my mother’s research.”
“Hi, I’m Linzi and I live in New York,” announced a freckly girl with a funny grin. “I’m kinda interested, you know. I think we should all recycle and I don’t want to see animals being hurt and stuff. So, I’m happy to have a look around. My dad’s promised we can go to the beach when all this is over.”
A good-looking, olive skinned boy with a laid-back expression was next to introduce himself. “I’m Sami. I’m from Rio. That’s in Brazil. My father said it would do me good to come here but I’d rather be playing football on the beach. But I’m cool about it, you know?”
One reserved, dark haired girl seemed reluctant to say anything but once the others had spoken she joined in. “My name is Rebecca. I’m from London and my father is Chief Scientist. I think we should be doing all we can to save the world and stop polluting it. I’m glad to be here.”
Finally, the last to speak was the shy looking oriental boy. He bowed to the others. “Hello. I am Wu-shi. I am from Beijing in China. I believe we all must stop the climate changing but I do not know how.”
The PR lady was pleased. “That’s a lot better, isn’t it? We’re all going to get along just fine. You can tell each other all about the countries you come from as I take you to the long gallery. I think you’ll find that really interesting. Okay then, follow me.”
She led the way across the vast floor of the entrance hall and the children followed. Instead of trudging silently in a line they began to talk to each other.
“Must be pretty cold in Moscow,” said Tommy to Sofia. “Not like Oz.”
“Yes, but at least we have less risk of skin cancer. Aren’t you worried about it?”
Tommy gave her a wide-open grin “Nah! My dad makes me put on a massive high factor sun cream. And I wear a wet suit most of time. Do you really wear those furry hats in Russia?”
Sofia smiled. “Sometimes. Doesn’t your mother also worry about too much sunbathing?”
“I haven’t got one. A mother, I mean. I used to have one but they got divorced when I was three.”
Linzi was walking alongside Wu-Shi. “My dad’s been to China,” she told him. ‘You’ve got a lot of pollution there, haven’t you?”
“Mainly in Beijing. It is bad sometimes. But soon China will be the greenest country in the world.”
Linzi looked surprised.
Sami and Rebecca were walking side-by-side behind.  Sami gave her a dazzling smile but Rebecca seemed a little aloof and reserved. “Do you like football?” he asked her.
Rebecca looked appalled. “Certainly not,” she said firmly. “It’s just a lot of boys running around chasing a ball.”
“You haven’t seen Brazil play, have you? It’s like dancing the samba.” Sami shuffled some quick dance steps.
“I don’t dance,” said Rebecca.
Sami beamed. “Maybe I teach you one day, eh?”
Rebecca looked even more appalled.
The PR lady led the children, now chattering together happily, along a white corridor with lots of closed doors with names on them. They turned a corner and walked along another long corridor.
At the far end a man appeared and looked back at them. He was tall and thin and wore a white coat. As soon as he saw them he hunched his shoulders and pulled up his collar. Under his arm he carried a strange box. Then he started to scurry along away from them like a supercharged spider. He pushed open some double doors and disappeared.
“Hey, he looks suspicious,” said Linzi to the PR lady. “Is he a scientist?”
The PR lady looked worried. “I don’t recognise him,” she said and she pulled out a mobile intercom unit and started to whisper into it.
“Why don’t we go after him?” said Tommy. “Maybe he’s stealing secrets.”
“He came out of that door at the end,” observed Sofia.
“That’s the Extreme Weather Test Chamber,” the PR lady told them. “Access is restricted. You won’t be able to go in, I’m afraid. There is some very special equipment in there.”
“How did he get in then?” asked Rebecca.
The PR lady did not reply but she looked even more concerned. There was crackle from her mobile and she walked several paces away from the children to answer it.
Sami smiled at Wu-shi and said in a laid back whisper. “I don’t like being told not to go somewhere.”
Wu-shi nodded. “Something in there is interesting. I think we should take a look maybe.”
The PR lady finished her conversation and turned to them. “Right, come along then. Not far to go.”
They carried on along the corridor until they came to the Extreme Weather Test Chamber. The big red doors were sealed shut and there was a large sign:

SELF-LOCKING DOOR  STRICTLY AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY

At the side of the door was a small keypad. All the children paused to stare at the chamber entrance. Wu-Shi showed particular interest in the security system.
“What happens in there?” Linzi wanted to know.
“We can create any kind of weather we like,” said the PR lady. “We learn how weather patterns form and how to predict hurricanes, tornados and floods.”
“So you can control the weather?” asked Sofia.
“No, we can’t do that,” the PR lady replied. “But sometimes we can control the conditions that lead to catastrophes. The more we learn the more we can warn people and save lives.”
“So you don’t know who that man was who came out of there?” Rebecca had a knack of asking awkward questions.
“I am sure he was authorised,” said the PR lady unconvincingly. “There is nothing for you to worry about. Ah! Here we are. If you all turn right with me we are entering the main Climate Science Gallery.”
The children followed the PR lady through a pair of automatic doors that shooshed gently open and walked into an enormous, glass-roofed area the size of an aircraft hangar.
“Wow!” breathed Tommy. “This place is enormous.”
They all stopped and gazed around them at the interactive displays; the models, the wind tunnels, the palm tree fringed beach sets, the floating dirigible weather balloons, the snow machines and hundreds of other exhibits and scientific instruments.
“Why don’t you wander around as you feel like it,” said the PR lady. “There are lots of hands-on displays and games. I’ve just got to go for a while but when I get back I’ll give you a proper tour. If you need me there is a telephone on the wall over there. Just dial double zero.”
With that she hurried down the gallery towards a door at the side with her mobile intercom clamped to her ear.

CHAPTER TWO

INSIDE THE CHAMBER

“Maybe we should make some notes,” suggested Rebecca. “There might be a test later.”
“Notes!” gasped Linzi. “I don’t think I’ve ever made notes. I just use my smart phone.”
Sami began to walk across to the nearest exhibits in a sliding dance rhythm clicking his fingers and pressing buttons on some of the displays. “I’m not taking any tests,” he crooned.
“We should visit each one in turn,” said Sofia. “It is better to be organised.”
Tommy made a noose impression as though he was hanging with his tongue flapping out. “I don’t want to be organised, thanks,” he said pretending to choke.
“That’s not funny,” replied Sofia and she stalked off on her own.
Wu-shi just smiled. Then there came a loud crash from across the gallery. Sami had knocked over one of the weather barometer exhibits.
Rebecca immediately picked it up and set it back in position. “You’re clumsy,” she said. “I thought you were a samba dancer.”
But Sami didn’t hear her. He had seen something out of the huge plate glass windows. “Look,” he shouted. “It’s him.”
All six followed his gaze and ran to the window pressing their noses up against the glass.
“Sami is right,” said Wu-shi. “It is the man we saw.”
“He’s a wrong ‘un. You can tell,” snapped Tommy.
“We’d better call that lady,” said Rebecca.
“There’s nothing she can do,” said Linzi. “He’s heading for that black and silver car. Can anyone read the number?”
“Quick, use your cameras,” said Sofia.
Outside, the thin man had taken off his white coat and was loping towards his car still carrying the strange box. Whatever was inside the box must be precious given the attention he was paying it, carrying it in both arms like a baby and glancing around him furtively.
His car was parked on a gravel drive that ran to the road a mile or so beyond and ended in the main car park.
All at once the children had their mobile cell phone cameras to their faces and were clicking madly.
“I reckon he’s stolen something from that chamber place,” said Tommy. “Look at him go.”
The thin man scuttled frantically to his car, scrabbling in his pocket for the key. Then he folded himself inside and could be seen slamming the door shut although the children could hear nothing through the soundproof glass. No one was following him or trying to prevent him making his escape.
“What do we think is inside that box,” asked Wu-shi.
“Whatever it is it’s none of our business,” said Rebecca. “Where’s that telephone?”
“Wait,” said Sami. “Don’t you want to know what’s really inside that room?”
“We know,” said Sofia. “We were told. It’s an extreme weather chamber with a door that locks itself.”
“How can we get in?” said Linzi with a gleam in her eye.
“I have app that might open door,” said Wu-shi.
“But there’s a notice…” Rebecca began looking uncomfortable.
“Rules are made to be broken,” said Linzi. ‘Come on, one for all and all for…”
“One,” Sofia finished the expression.
“Come on, Rebecca,” said Sami with a big smile. “We may not be able to get in but we can try.”
“Do you think he could have planted a bomb in there?” wondered Linzi.
Rebecca looked even more concerned but, not wanting to be left behind, hurried after the others as they made their way back to the Extreme Weather Test Chamber.
“We should tell someone where we are maybe?” protested Sofia.
“They’d only try and stop us,” said Linzi.
A minute later all six were gathered outside the big red doors.
“Well,” said Rebecca, “what now?”
They all looked at Wu-Shi. The Chinese boy took a futuristic looking mobile cell phone from his pocket and went to the keypad security lock. “I wrote app myself,” he said proudly.
“You can open any lock?” Sofia wanted to know.
“Not all,” said Wu-shi as he placed the phone on front of the key number panel. He fiddled with a control at the base of the phone and it began to hum. Then it beeped. Then it hummed again. Then it beeped again. “It is searching for unlock code,” said Wu-shi.
“Cool, mate,” said Tommy who was well impressed.
But the door did not open.
Wu-shi tried again and again and began to sweat.
“Maybe your app is not up to it,” said Sofia.
Still the door remained close and sealed.
Just as the children were about to give up there was a loud sequence of beeps and Wu-shi’s phone flashed three times. Then there was a click as the doors unlocked. Without hesitation, Linzi grabbed the handles and pulled. The double doors opened. They all looked around them in case anyone was coming but there was nobody in sight.
They stood staring into the out-of-bounds Extreme Weather Test Chamber almost frightened to enter. Surprisingly, it was Rebecca who took the first step and walked inside.
“Okay, we’ve done it. Now we should go There’s nothing much to see in here. Look.”
One by one the others followed Rebecca inside. Wu-shi was the last to walk in. As he did so he tripped and his phone fell on the floor and slid back outside. As he turned to pick it up the doors closed with a loud click.
A red light blinked and on a small screen words appeared. Words that made the children truly frightened.

DOORS SEALED. SECURITY LOCKDOWN. USE DAY CODE TO EXIT.

“We’re trapped,” cried Rebecca.
“We’re locked in,” said Sofia.
“Bloomin’ Ada,” said Tommy.
“Do you remember the code, Wu-shi?” said Linzi sounding desperate.
“Code in phone,” said Wu-shi calmly.
“We need a different code to get out,” Sami reminded them.
“Someone’s bound to miss us,” said Tommy.
“And they’ll see Wu-shi’s phone outside,” said Sofia.
“Well, we may as well look around,” said Linzi with more bravado than she felt.
The chamber was oval shaped and perfectly smooth like an egg except for a control panel or shelf that contained a number of buttons and odd-shaped metal blocks. At various points around the room metal grilles were set into the white walls while the floor was criss-crossed with silvery wires set into a glassy surface.
Rebecca had forgotten her earlier fears as she gazed around the chamber showing particular interest in the control section. “What can he possibly have wanted in here?” she wondered aloud.
The others were walking around the room touching the walls and floors. Then Sami joined Rebecca.
“Look,” he said. “That mark. Something has been taken and left a mark behind. See?”
Rebecca stared hard at the shelf that contained the metal shapes and then saw what Sami was pointing to. A large ring and indentation indicated that something had once been there. She reached out with her fingers and touched the surface of the shelf. “You can feel it. You’re right, Sami. What’s that?”
Her fingers stopped moving when she touched something hard and very small. Tommy had joined them. “It’s some kind of connection. You know, like the one you get on an electric kettle.”
“Whatever it is,” said Sofia who arrived with the others, “he’s taken it.”
“Maybe it’s another one of these metal things,” suggested Linzi.
“But why this one?” asked Rebecca.
“Maybe it is master control,” suggested Wu-shi.
“We should try to get out now,” said Sofia.
“Maybe there’s an emergency fail-safe button somewhere,” Tommy said hopefully.
Any thoughts of getting out were pushed to the back of their minds as the floor began to move. It began to rise and fall slowly and the silver wire mesh embedded into the base surface started to glow. The metal shapes set into the control shelf blinked into life, moving up and down slowly in sequence.
“What’s happening?” cried Sofia.
“Whatever it is we’re not going to like it,” said Tommy.
“Let us stand against the wall,” said Wu-shi. “It is not moving there.”
“We should stand by the door as well,” shouted Linzi as the noise level within the chamber began to rise.
Pulses of light began to flash from the silver web and puffs of coloured smoke started to jet out of the vents.
Then a bolt of brilliant lightning crackled across the room followed immediately by a mighty explosion of thunder that made the children scream and clap their hands to their ears.
But worse was to come. Much worse.
“We’re going to die,” screamed Sofia in tears.
Then altogether they began to scream. “HELP, HELP, HELP….”
Suddenly the storm kicked off in earnest. Rain began to hammer down from the ceiling like rods of high-pressure pellets as a gale force wind howled around the chamber. The centre section of the floor began to spin faster and faster as the storm moved up a gear.
The children were huddled by the door, clinging to each other desperately. Even Sami was weeping as the mighty roar of hurricane force winds and swirls of black mist punctuated by brilliant flashes of electricity and megaton detonations of thunder that bounced around the chamber swallowed up their screams. The children were saturated and shivering clutching each other to keep from being swept up and sucked into the storm.
Then, in the middle of the chamber, the weather suddenly died down and became still. The cyclonic conditions were just turned off like a tap. The eye of the storm was forming. In the quiet, calm centre a towering figure began to take shape and appear. It materialised out of the storm itself as if made from the elemental forces trapped within the chamber. Thunder and cloud became solid and formed a body. Lightning flashes formed into a moon-like face and its hair took shape from the streaming rain and created long, golden tresses.
The cowering children could not believe what they were seeing as the storm paused in a temporary lull.
Then a mysterious light filled the chamber and the Weather God appeared.




                          
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Sunday, June 10, 2012

10 Minutes? If that's all it takes, I Want It! An Excerpt...


 THE 10-MINUTE MIRACLE:
  BEAT RECESSION DEPRESSION


edited by David Callinan


CONTENT




Introduction
10-Minute Miracle - what is it?
How to use this book
Stress and depression during world recession
Affirmations
Aromatherapy
Color therapy
Crystal energy
Meditation
Visualization
Chi Kung
Psychological counseling
Reflexology
Why 10 Minutes? Why a miracle?
How the 10-Minute Miracle works
A week of miracles
Final thoughts and conclusion


INTRODUCTION

The idea of writing a small book called 'The 10-Minute Miracle' occurred during an autumn weekend.  A group of us were talking about modern day living and how we dealt with the problems of everyday life, and what we had done when a big crisis hit home - how did we cope?  It emerged from our conversation that between us we had some similar views on how to combat stress and a lot more besides.  Some of our collective thoughts on the subject were solid tried-and-tested methods, others a little to the right or left of that, and some perhaps alluringly "different."

One thing we did agree on was that whoever we are, whatever our circumstances, we have all lived through moments of stress.  Some of us may be able to deal with it better than others, by facing whatever the problem is, square on, with grim determination to pull through.  In fact stress in our lives can often be the driving force, enabling us to win through a situation.  It's only when stress builds up in our lives and we don't, won't or simply can't alter our way of thinking about it, that causes the damage.  The tension starts to build up in our bodies, negative thoughts creep in, we start to feel below par we get a headache, go off our food, and feel out of sorts.  This is the spiralling down effects of stress.

Everybody is susceptible to the rigors of life.  No one would realistically expect to have a worry-free existence.  Yet, we can make the whole experience a lot better, by bolstering ourselves against some of the harsher realities that life offers at times.  When we work alongside these crises, with positive action on all fronts, we begin to feel and see the difference, not only in our mental and physical state, but also in the environment in which we live, work, love and play.

From the young (children being bullied or trying to excel because of peer pressure), right through to elderly couples or single people struggling to make ends meet on a small income or pension, there must be an awful lot of scope for the 10 Minute Miracle out there.  Young people on the dole, busy working mothers, young men/women, climbing up the career ladder, looking over their shoulders to see who's attempting to topple them:  office workers, nurses, teachers, dock workers, machine operators, salespersons, doctors, dentists, consultants, middle-aged people in an often precarious predicament - all trying to keep their jobs.

The 10-Minute Miracle - what is it?

Few of us can doubt that we live in an age of immense change, contrast and danger in which we can see before our very eyes examples of both the greatest and the very worst aspects of human nature. On the one hand we make wondrous discoveries both in science and in metaphysics. On the other hand, have there ever been so many wars, conflagrations or disputes? Modern society, both Eastern and Western is on the one hand torn apart by environmental concerns, strife and misery and on the other elevated by acts of great beauty and humanity.

And now, the worst recession in recent history has a stranglehold over a large chunk of the world. Although it will eventually pass, it will leave behind a legacy of twentieth century stress and depression that many people - maybe this includes you - will never fully recover from.

So it is little wonder that our collective and individual health has suffered and will go on suffering. Medicine has made great strides and performs miracles of surgical wonder and provides us with drugs and medicines for many ailments and complaints. Some work wonderfully others are little more than panaceas with side effects.

People have been looking for other ways to complement existing treatments and many have turned both to Eastern remedies and techniques to combat the strife and strain of modern twentieth century life. The truth is that a blend of modern Western medicine and Eastern holistic systems, balanced by judgment and common sense, can bring enormous benefits.

Human beings have enormous reserves of healing ability, but few make use of them. These abilities should not be seen as alternative, except in specific cases, but certainly as complementary. If you can heal yourself from many ailments and complaints – and you can (or at least make a considerable improvement) – then we should all be doing much more of it.

The trouble is where do you start? There are so many different philosophies and techniques that the choice is bewildering, particularly for those who are coming into contact with ideas that might appear different, illogical or plain 'wacky', for the first time.

The task seems daunting. How do you get to understand aromatherapy, crystals, meditation, psychological counselling, exercise, yoga, Tai Chi, reflexology, self hypnosis, spiritual healing and other related practices for your own benefit?

You ask yourself; how do I find the time when I have to go to work, take care of the kids, study, look for a job and nurture relationships? There are only so many hours in a day after all. And I'm so tired and stressed at night I can hardly get to sleep.

Or maybe your priority is simply to survive. Maybe your relationships have crumbled. Perhaps you are living on the bread line. Suppose that life has kicked you in the guts and is about to stamp on your face. Surely all this talk about miracles and holistic processes is all very well but it's not going to put my life back together.

No, not completely. But if you are in those kinds of situation then you need a miracle - don't you? This book is not going to solve all those problems but it can show you a personal, holistic "technology" to keep your spirit intact and keep your belief in yourself strong. With nothing else going right in your life, boy do you need this.

It is for people like you that the 10-Minute Miracle was written. Now, let's be honest with ourselves. Most of the practices mentioned above require considerable study to achieve any degree of real expertise. In some cases they are lifetime activities. Look at the numbers of books and courses on offer. You can't hope to become "expert" in ten-minutes.

But what you can do is learn to unlock the healing powers within you and combat stress, anxiety, road rage, aches and pains, headaches, insomnia, PMT and a host of other ailments by a regime that only takes ten-minutes each day.

You may find some of the techniques and ideas in this book so "esoteric" or "different" that you shy away from them. But you will find others that you feel instinctively comfortable with. Remember to think and decide for yourself. You have the capacity to make a huge difference to your life. The commitment you make is to your own health. You can heal yourself.

This is very much a workbook. It is designed to be your constant companion, a well-thumbed old friend. It is a compilation of techniques and routines that you can carry out yourself. There is enough information in this book to provide you with a host of different healing techniques. Just tell yourself that you are going to make a ten-minute self-healing regime part of your life.

This is not a medical textbook or a dry guide to alternative medicine or an in-depth course on aromatherapy. Those books already exist. This for busy, rushed-off-their-feet everyday people who need to find another route to health; who believe they can help themselves; cure themselves; and make good health and vitality a natural part of the quality of their lives. And it is for people who are suffering.

Let me tell you about John

John had just reached fifty years of age. He had always kept himself fairly fit, without being obsessive about it. He had played football, basketball, swam a fair bit and was not very much overweight. But he had eased off the serious sport in recent years.

He worked in the media and had his share of stress but it didn't bother him. Some stress was necessary to help his creative juices to flow. He was married with three kids and had the usual mortgage and the usual debts. He always knew that he was sailing on the edge of insecurity. He knew he wanted to be secure but he also knew it could be an illusory fancy on the one hand and on the other well, no-one was secure these days, were they?

Then one day he was made redundant. His worst nightmare had happened. He had rehearsed this moment in his mind for years. How would he cope? How would the mortgage get paid? He was a failure. Despite all his previous bravado, the shock penetrated deep in his psyche. On the surface he put on a brave face. Underneath the worms of self-doubt and fear had begun their destructive work.

Although he managed to get himself enough self-employed work to survive, it wasn't enough. He was growing old. He was on the scrap heap.

He began to experience panic attacks. They came out of the blue and left his heart pounding and his lungs heaving. They followed the same pattern. He found he could easily intellectualize what was happening, but it made not the slightest difference. John was experiencing real, raw emotional turmoil for the first time in his life. And he had no idea what to do about it.

He went to see his medical practitioner who muttered about Prozac and suggested he had reached his peak and not to worry about it.

"It's all downhill now, pal," he was told. It was meant as a joke!

Feeling more desperate than he would admit, he began to search elsewhere. A friend of his was a counsellor – a profession John had quietly scoffed at in his media days as a soft option and nothing to do with the "real world." The friend taught him some simple techniques to identify his raw emotions and face them. It was a painful process but it had to be done. John had never faced raw emotion before - at least not like this. It was difficult. He had to switch off his logical mind.  He had to forget his preconceptions. He realized he knew little or nothing about what really mattered to him. He could not "think" his way out of this. The emotions of fear and envy were lurking in the depths of his soul. Gradually, he faced them. He admitted his fear. He admitted his envy. He tasted the emotions and experienced the great black void behind them where his insecurity lay in wait.

Simultaneously, he took the advice of another friend and really went out on a limb. John wasn't very religious and he had never been to a spiritualist church before. But he was desperate. He turned up and found that, although he didn't know any of the hymns they sang at the start, they seemed fairly normal.

He spoke to a healer who was amazingly sympathetic. John's problem seemed commonplace. After the laying on of hands during which John just relaxed in a state of compliance, he went home feeling ravenously hungry. Next day he felt better. He had the odd relapse but by now he was catching on. He pinned the emotion to his mental blackboard as soon as it emerged and he faced it. And this time it wasn't as fearful as before.

He found himself thinking positively for the first time in months. He realized then that his negativity was like a real force, not just an abstract concept.

John began to take charge of his life. The panic attacks gradually subsided and he felt positive enough to go out and look for new freelance contracts. And one or two jobs came in, enough to pay for the usual family holiday.

These days John is still insecure but he tends to feel that he should do his best to live in the present moment; the only real moment there is.

John's story is not unique and is by no means as traumatic as others. How many of our ailments and conditions owe their origins to our mental state; our negativity; our fear of the future or our body's energy imbalance?

Ten-minutes a day is all it takes to make a difference!

How the 10-Minute Miracle works

The 10-Minute Miracle is a self-help guide that will show you how to practice simple holistic survival techniques, both in isolation, and as part of a comprehensive routine.

The first section of the book takes you through the techniques themselves - affirmations, meditation, reflexology, chi kung, crystal power and so on. Each of these practices or techniques is worthy of serious study in its own right. Each can be used for healing benefits and for general well being on their own. You could spend twenty to thirty minutes a day in meditation, for example, and this book will show you how. The same applies to all the techniques.

The second half of the book is the key to the system. By spending just ten-minutes at a time practicing combinations of techniques, you can make a huge difference to your own health, your confidence, your ability to think positively and not negatively and your overall wellbeing. This book says that you should spend just ten-minutes in self-healing practice, starting with an affirmation, then one or two other techniques, at least once a day. But you don't have to limit yourself to one ten-minute session. Escape the rush hour, combat the road rage, handle the difficult interview, cope with the kids and all the other trials and tribulations of life by tapping into your power as often as you like. If all it takes is ten-minutes to start the process of working a miracle in your life then the sooner you start the better. This book is saying that the healing power within you is already there. It's yours. It belongs to you. Why not find it and use it? The techniques are all methods of unlocking the essential power within. Do not get overwhelmed with the techniques. Yes, you must try to practice them correctly. There is a right way and wrong way to do most things. But remember that the essence is already there within you.

The second half of the book suggests a number of daily ten-minute routines. But many of the practices can be carried out or used almost continuously. The power of crystals, for instance, cannot be limited to just ten-minutes. You can practice crystal power at any time.

Treat this book as a work manual, a constant companion and a reference guide. If you go into any book shop or library, you will find many books, often large tomes, covering some of the individual practices described in the 10-Minute Miracle. If you start to become interested in some of these techniques above others, or feel more comfortable with some rather than others, then that's fine. This is your healing power telling you which direction to move in. As long as you keep a genuinely open mind and do not allow prejudice or long-established stereotypical thinking patterns to influence you, then you will be guided in the best and most beneficial direction for you to take.

First of all, read the book the whole way through. You will find very quickly that it is a fast track guide to a whole world of healing. Although it is fast track, it is not superficial. There is powerful knowledge in this book and the fruits of many years' experience.

When you have finished reading the whole book, you can then start to practice some of the individual techniques. A few of them require some basic equipment, such as essential oils, an oil burner, or crystals. Most however, require nothing more than your mind and body.

Start to prepare yourself to change your life. This is the real miracle. When you can do this; when you can take charge of your own health and well-being, then you are on the way to a revelation.

Take it slowly. Learn each technique if you can. If you find some simply impossible to do, then don't worry. There is enough in this book to change everyone's life. When you feel confident you can practice the basics of each technique, start putting the ten-minute miracle combinations into practice. Start by just allocating ten-minutes a day. Later you will find ten-minutes is not enough. Extend the time. Allocate two or three ten-minute sessions during the day, however busy or traumatic your life is. Remember, it is at moments like these, moments of stress, anxiety, depression, worry and fear, that you need your own miracle powers most.

So spend ten-minutes at a time and build this into the fabric of your life - like eating and sleeping. Treat your health in the same way. If you are fit and young, or older and not so fit, it matters not. This is the first step in holistic programming, and it takes just ten-minutes.


STRESS AND DEPRESSION

There are many symptoms of stress.  A few of these are; irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), headaches, sluggishness, panic attacks, claustrophobia, insomnia.  The 10-Minute Miracle allows the reader to select one of the ten-minute workouts each day, along with the Affirmations and Meditation, so that they gain the impetus to overcome many of life's perplexities.  And as you progress every day reciting your affirmations, meditating and performing a 10-Minute workout, your life will start to change, you will see the opportunities that are there and use them to maximum advantage.  Then, once you've started the programme, include affirmations for a weekend break, just to prove it works.  

By using affirmations, meditation, visualization, we tap into our own creative field and these processes enable us to 'pluck' ideas out of the air.  We can also learn how to turn around a somewhat difficult situation, learn from it and then go on to create value from the experience.  This, in turn, gives us more confidence and not only do we change within ourselves, but also change the environmental aspects of our lives and those we come in contact with, because they in turn will start to react to our positive vibrations.



THE QUICK FIX GUIDE SURVIVAL GUIDE TO LIFE
(first published by HarperCollins Publishers)
Original book written by Gloria Rawson and David Callinan.
This is an updated and revised version edited by David Callinan

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