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Hidden Mountain: The Preface; Solomon's Legacy

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"With constellations in the night sky, some look up and point. Others can be guided by the arrangement:The Sagittarian bow piercing enemies, the Water JarSoaking fruit trees, the Bull plowing its truth,
The Lion tearing darkness open to red satin. Use These words to change. Be kind and honest…."Rumi
  The novel Hidden Mountain is a fictional story of a journey. Within it lies a complex tale, one designed to explore the marriage of science, spirituality, and history with the human experience. I like most writers use actual facts and fill in the blanks with a fictional story. My hope is to add a human element and provoke thought to some of the mysteries that surround us. The circumstances I present are just one of many possibilities stirring around in my own mind. Obviously, there are many more ideas in the minds of others. Here, I present just one, a fictional situation with several facts, and a whole lot of fantastic speculation based on ancient text.  Solomon's Legacy : The Preface 

 To: "Donizetti" <Donizetti@OPERA.com>                                                                                0939  11 May 2010From: "Maestro" <Maestro@OPERA.com>Subject: Top Secret                                                               

The time has come. This is the Legend:
In the year 939 BCE, prior to spring the crew and passengers aboard the vessels slid through the Strait of Gibraltar, between the Pillars of Hercules. They left their homeland behind, with knowledge they would never return. The large Galley ship led four smaller vessels in the bittersweet departure as their assignment began, stockpiled with supplies, rations, and women.
The fleet navigated the Atlantic Ocean for several months as they embarked upon a special expedition to the New Land. The command ship carried 400 passengers and crew, and demanded 290 rowers. Accompanied by four smaller vessels, each filled with extra supplies, they provided the means to travel through the shallow tributaries of the New Land.
Destiny dictated the King's power must fade throughout the United Kingdom of Israel. It was time. A Divine Vision prompted him to organize and deploy this mission. The Tribes would spread throughout the World and populate, but only if Israel diversified. Many claimed the King had gone mad. Contrarily, Israel's strength prepared the countrymen for this day.
Fate intended the people of Israel to inhabit all corners of the Earth. King Solomon and his father, King David, trained the Tribes for their future. Rumors claimed King Solomon abandoned the God of Moses, but in reality, Solomon instead painfully chose to honor his God, and all His wishes. The King sent the special envoy to temporarily inhabit a specific location, on the other side of the planet.
The journey wasn't without misfortune. Dysentery infected everyone aboard one of the smaller ships, and left all its passengers in a floating tomb, without a single survivor from the depths of her boughs. Near the island of present-day Cuba, a wild hurricane capsized one of the remaining smaller ships. The crew only rescued a few survivors from the treacherous waters.
Three of the five original ships arrived at the mouth of the Rio Grande, deep inside the Gulf of Mexico, nearly 2,500 years before Christopher Columbus discovered the New World. King Solomon's Captain, Nathanael, knew their travels up the river would be difficult. The direction of the on-coming current forced the ships to push against the river's fierce waves.
Merely a few days into their ascension of the Rio Grande, Nathanael determined the crew and passengers should stop for rest. They constructed a temporary campsite to provide a much-needed respite on dry land. The crew and passengers grew exhausted from the sea. No one had stepped foot off the ship in months, and many members of their party had been lost to the ocean's demands. Thwarted by a vicious hurricane, their earlier plans for a land rest didn't happen.
Before they left their temporary camp, Nathanael ordered the Levite Priestly Scribe, Ahab, to leave an inscription to mark their path. Other similar ships had voyaged before them into the New World to gather resources during the creation of the Temple, and Solomon's Palace. This was the first group sent with intentions to settle, and procreate.
King Solomon's orders sent Nathanael and his voyagers to a specific summit above the tributary that brought them from the Rio Grande. King Solomon a dedicated student of The Book of Enoch provided the longitude and latitude of their destination, the King detailed their duties and provided the items needed for their ultimate purpose.
The Voyage reached the summit at the site of an ancient volcano. Nathanael quickly set Ahab, the Scribe, to work creating known confirmed ancient relics located in recent times. On the highest point, at the very top of the Mountain, they positioned a stone that dedicated the Nexus to Yahweh.
At the base of the Mountain, Ahab inscribed the Ten Commandments on an enormous stone. This stone instilled Yahweh's laws as supreme at this site. Acting as a gateway to God's natural Temple, two more giant stones created a portal beyond the Commandments. This served as the entrance.
Ahab the Scribe aligned the Cosmos with Divine precision, as he inscribed the Summit's stones with the image of the approaching Eclipse. This Eclipse Stone marked the day when all would abandon God's Natural Temple in the New Land, and set forth to populate the New World in preparation for the day their descendants around the world would welcome 'The Chosen'.
All throughout the lands, their descendants would prepare for the future wedding. King Solomon gave the voyagers explicit directions for their journeys, and their territories within the New World.
Nathanael's five Levite Priests, along with two members from the Tribe of Judah, soon embarked on their next expedition. The priests, Allon, Boaz, Eran, Iscali, and Merab descended into the volcano to find God.
King Solomon informed the old volcano housed a natural formation, God's Temple in the New World. Solomon professed God spoke in this Holy Sanctuary in the New World. He warned - Only the Levite priests, and those with an extraordinary Divine Connection, could enter the place where God spoke.
The Wise King told them they would find a Great Room within the old volcano, a room formed naturally by God, and the place where they would hear the Voice of God. In this chamber they would discover an abundance of God's Manna.
The Levite Priests could enter the Great Hall; the other members of the group could not, but could stay within the Halls of the Labyrinth. During their stay at the Mountain, the Priests performed their duties to God within the Great Hall where God spoke to them.
Before the Tribes dispersed from the site to claim their territories amongst the New World, they obliged to complete their duties under the instruction of the King. These duties would benefit the future descendants of all the Tribes. The King sent items for them to leave behind, strategically placed for only the Chosen One and his companion to find. The Chosen One would emerge from the Tribe of Judah.
During this time, the Earth would evolve and wait. Amidst the wake of the Great Immaculate Conception, when God would connect with his feminine Shekinah, his bride - the New World, would be born and prepare. The Chosen One must gather special representative members of the Tribes to prepare God's Nexus, and Humanity, for the Great Marriage in the Cosmos.
God would only take his bride if Humanity and Earth came prepared to enter a New Era. The New Existence by design would unravel separation. This will birth the beginning of a new era. During this time, the female will share equal dominance with the male. This will happen as part of God and Shekinah's conception. In the days leading to the Great Conception, the female power will experience a gradual rise in preparation of the Great Marriage.
The Chosen One from the Tribe of Judah will find a Scroll. If his soul is touched, he will set upon a great journey to discover his Levite companion. Led by the Divine Spirit, the Levite will then enter the Chamber of God, to retrieve the second Scroll.
Together, Judah and Levi will face Demons within themselves, the same Demons that hinder Mankind. They must overcome these obstacles within their individual souls, and conquer them together. Facing these personal Demons, they will learn much and see these as representatives of the plagues that suffer Mankind.
The pair's connection will ultimately lead them to the identification, and collection, of the Chosen Tribe members that will come to represent all the Sons of Abraham. These members will prepare the Nexus as they usher out the Old, and welcome in the New.
Judah and Levi will fight to prevent the Sons of Baal from blocking this marriage. Many years preceding Judah and Levi's journey, Baal will plan and prepare to block the eminent conception. The Sons of Baal will possess the necessary power to place tragic obstacles in their way, and they will do so without remorse.
The Sons of Baal will not enter the place of God, as they cannot. Beyond the Gates of the Home of the Chosen One, the Sons of Baal will weaken, as they lack the connection needed to succeed against God's Supreme Design. These are Sacred Grounds.
In the time of King Solomon, all the Tribes possessed the knowledge of the Prophecy. They were aware that God would keep His promise, but Judah and Levi would always retain their Freewill. The end result would be far from inevitable.
The two must learn to reach deep within their souls, as individuals, and if they had not prepared themselves as such individuals, their meeting would never take place. The Pair must believe in the Greater Divine Design, or their possible meeting would fail to manifest. Beyond their initial encounter, these beliefs will experience further tests, in the form of rising personal Demons that haunt them.
The couple must join, and form a complete connection before their journey begins. Unexpected obstacles will continue to test their connection in order to assure their Faith as Truth. The energy between Judah and Levi must course through them as a river, flowing in and out, from, and onto one another, and then back again.
This will not be easy as they struggle with Freewill, and powerful threats from their Adversary - the Sons of Baal. Judah and Levi will need to obtain the help of trusted others, but ultimately, they will always need the connection of one another to defeat their opposition.
Levi will possess a strong connection to the unseen world. Judah will find his strength grounded strongest on the face of Mother Earth. Their connection will require each to receive the other. Without Levi, Judah will not locate his brothers and their female counterparts.
Judah and Levi will emerge as Spiritual representation, undivided by incomplete ideals, which have long since divided the brothers. The New Land a Mother must retain her maternal instinct. Jerusalem, the Father, must also remain strong. The Nexus will join the Father and the Mother within Earth's center. The Wise King Solomon predicted, in the days prior to the unification, the frozen mass separating the two would activate the process of melting.
Mankind must understand, only those prepared will survive the Great Cosmic Wedding, and live to enjoy the 1000 year reception that will follow. Without overcoming their inner demons during the days of darkness fear will overcome the majority, and lead them to their own demise.
Levi the Archer, and Judah the Bull must prepare the path for the Lion. The Lion, the son of the Great Mother Shekinah and the Great Father God, is the Son born to fight the final battle against the Sons of Baal, the Evil Ones that turned their backs on God.
They must believe and pray that Judah and Levi will find the answers, discover their purpose, and reach to one another. Together they must seek the knowledge of the Ancient Ones.

We must stay alert. The time has come to defeat Judah and Levi.
M.
King Solomon's Journey is available on Amazon

Hidden Mountain is coming soon, (projected release February 2012)
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In Honor of My Dad, Andy: The Power of Love

I posted this about three months ago, it is a about family, love, and death. It is a positive story, one, I would like to dedicate in honor of my Dad, whom we lost in this dimension on Friday, December 16, 2011 at 10:20 am. I hope this will serve as an inspiration to all who read it.
A miracle...  
In the wake of the conversation with my brother I sat stoic for a long period. Thoughts raced through my mind's eye. The past, and the present seemed to flash, and I remained unable to get a grip on any one of them.

Eventually, I emerged from the trance in a panicked state. The grim news meant I had to inform my sons, cancel the trip, and assure my son's care, all without triggering a seizure, a monumental task that always requires focus.

A few hours later, I began the half-hour drive to my parent's house. As I passed the Starbucks along the route, I swallowed hard. During recent visits I had made a habit of stopping to buy my Dad a strawberry smoothie, and Mom a coffee. This time, it didn't seem appropriate.

Further down the road, a delay had stopped traffic. I rested my head against the steering wheel, peeking through, I witnessed the ludicrous situation. A late model Jaguar had rear-ended a CRW, no one appeared to be injured, but an extremely heavy set woman was stuck between the seat and the undamaged dashboard.

I tried not to become thoroughly annoyed, but the wait lengthened, leaving me completely frustrated. In great animation, I inhaled, deeply. The palpitations in my chest were mounting. I glared in the direction of the officer blocking my passage. My silent distress worked, the officer sent me through with a nod and a sympathetic grin.


Without further incident, I approached my parent's home. The view, sent my pulse racing again as I observed a variety of vehicles lining the street and driveway in front of the house. In a moment of insanity, I proceeded to execute a complicated parking process. It seems silly now, but the ridiculousness calmed my nerves enough to allow me to enter the house.

Away from the sun, my eyes had to adjust to the darkness inside. I noticed my Mom's shadow in the chair, her appearance thin and frail in contrast to just a few months ago. Despair churned in my stomach as I by-passed her and went to my Dad.

My attempts could not deter the tears that streaked my face as I knelt to kiss a man, I hardly recognized. My Dad, a man I have loved my entire life. It took a conscious effort to refrain from a total meltdown. I simply could not give into the pain.

I turned to witness my brothers' sullen faces, each, from opposite sides of the room, daunted a cloud of pain mimicked by the other. I rose and shared warm embraces, and declarations of love with my brothers and sisters-in-law. There was no doubt, at that moment, only one thing mattered to each and all of us.

When I returned to my Dad's side, something was different. His skin had become hot and clammy, soon he began to talk, much of which I could not understand, but that was irrelevant. Suddenly, we were all taking turns talking to Dad. Each of us showered him with loving words escorted by hugs and kisses.

The cloud of death literally left the premises, replaced in its absence by a mixture of love, compassion, and camaraderie. This was the first time in nearly two decades, my brothers and I had spent time together without any of our children or friends present. Through the years, our lives grew apart. Our tremendous age differences, accompanied by drastically separate paths often made us strangers.

In spite of all the contrasts, we all share a deep and loving respect for our parents. On Saturday, we shared a unanimous love for our Dad. A love with strength that was every bit as dynamic coming from my brothers' wives as it was from us, the biological children. We were all equally my Dad and Mom's children.

Dad's comeback was a miracle for all of us. Everyone greeted the experience with excitement. My sisters-in-law double teamed a can of tomato soup. Then one fed my Dad while the other wiped his chin.

My youngest brother hopped on the lawn mower, and tidied up the landscape while my middle brother picked tomatoes from the garden. When my Dad declared he wanted to make a trip to the bathroom six adults assisted him in the task. Later, a run for burgers, shakes, and fries had me excited even though I don't eat them.

Throughout the evening, my brother's wife periodically took Dad's vitals. Oddly, his body did not show signs of recuperation. Statistically, physically, he remained in the clutches of doom. Regardless, we know his mind and soul were basking in an existence free of the ravaging illness, called Parkinson's disease that is consuming his muscles, and nerves.

My Dad has rallied, now, for three days. Yes, I know that his end is near, but I will never forget the beauty of love and the miracle we all shared, and witnessed on Saturday. It was a feeling, I feel sure, we will all cherish for the rest of our lives.

Ultimately, we understand, death cannot be beaten, but for us, for one day, we defeated death with the most powerful weapon of all, Love Amazon.com Widgets

Excerpt: Hidden Mountain; Antonio

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." –Oscar Wilde Santa Fe, New Mexico 


It's hard to say when I actually met Amanda. My first cognition of her came while I was in a state, not quite consistent with reality. Nevertheless, it was real to me, the man, but I am a scientist, therefore with reluctance, I will admit, I met Amanda in this accepted dimension at a Las Vegas High-Stakes poker game.
In the midst of a dry mist, from a deafening silence an ancient man appeared. He communicated with me, but without the need for words.  I didn't understand his revelations until later. In a flash, the archaic man dissolved out of existence, only to be replaced by a woman, whose gemstone eyes both frightened and intrigued me.   Her faceted gaze pierced through my chest, to share my soul. I wanted to touch her, but I couldn't. I cried without tears. I understood her telepathic message, but I couldn't then, nor could I now, translate it into a language.  An enormous pain ravaged through my gut as she faded into the cloudy abyss.  My torture continued as I was teleported through a vacuumed tunnel, back to this common reality, a place, I was not sure I wanted to be.   I spent the next few minutes rolling around on the cold hard rock within the dead volcano.  The pain of my body amalgamated with a disgusting self-pity, I had never known. In my darkest moment of humility, I reached out for my glasses, but instead felt the familiar texture of an ancient animal skin. In disbelief I stroked the surface with one hand, and fumbled for a flashlight with the other.  Yes indeed, they were scrolls, two to be exact, authored by none other than King Solomon.  I emerged from the bowels of the volcano with a mission to find the woman in my hallucination, understand the intentions of the ancient King, and discover the rightful home for the treasures.  Now, the woman, and I share the King's journey. Amazon.com Widgets

Excerpt: Upcoming, Hidden Mountain; Chapter 1: Antonio

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." –Oscar Wilde Santa Fe, New Mexico 


It's hard to say when I actually met Amanda. My first cognition of her came while I was in a state, not quite consistent with reality. Nevertheless, it was real to me, the man, but I am a scientist, therefore with reluctance, I will admit, I met Amanda in this accepted dimension at a Las Vegas High-Stakes poker game.
In the midst of a dry mist, from a deafening silence an ancient man appeared. He communicated with me, but without the need for words.  I didn't understand his revelations until later. In a flash, the archaic man dissolved out of existence, only to be replaced by a woman, whose gemstone eyes both frightened and intrigued me.   Her faceted gaze pierced through my chest, to share my soul. I wanted to touch her, but I couldn't. I cried without tears. I understood her telepathic message, but I couldn't then, nor could I now, translate it into a language.  An enormous pain ravaged through my gut as she faded into the cloudy abyss.  My torture continued as I was teleported through a vacuumed tunnel, back to this common reality, a place, I was not sure I wanted to be.   I spent the next few minutes rolling around on the cold hard rock within the dead volcano.  The pain of my body amalgamated with a disgusting self-pity, I had never known. In my darkest moment of humility, I reached out for my glasses, but instead felt the familiar texture of an ancient animal skin. In disbelief I stroked the surface with one hand, and fumbled for a flashlight with the other.  Yes indeed, they were scrolls, two to be exact, authored by none other than King Solomon.  I emerged from the bowels of the volcano with a mission to find the woman in my hallucination, understand the intentions of the ancient King, and discover the rightful home for the treasures.  Now, the woman, and I share the King's journey. Amazon.com Widgets

Excerpt: Upcoming, Hidden Mountain; Complete, Chapter 1: Antonio

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." –Oscar Wilde Santa Fe, New Mexico 


It's hard to say when I actually met Amanda. My first cognition of her came while I was in a state, not quite consistent with reality. Nevertheless, it was real to me, the man, but I am a scientist, therefore with reluctance, I will admit, I met Amanda in this accepted dimension at a Las Vegas High-Stakes poker game.
In the midst of a dry mist, from a deafening silence an ancient man appeared. He communicated with me, but without the need for words.  I didn't understand his revelations until later. In a flash, the archaic man dissolved out of existence, only to be replaced by a woman, whose gemstone eyes both frightened and intrigued me.   Her faceted gaze pierced through my chest, to share my soul. I wanted to touch her, but I couldn't. I cried without tears. I understood her telepathic message, but I couldn't then, nor could I now, translate it into a language.  An enormous pain ravaged through my gut as she faded into the cloudy abyss.  My torture continued as I was teleported through a vacuumed tunnel, back to this common reality, a place, I was not sure I wanted to be.   I spent the next few minutes rolling around on the cold hard rock within the dead volcano.  The pain of my body amalgamated with a disgusting self-pity, I had never known. In my darkest moment of humility, I reached out for my glasses, but instead felt the familiar texture of an ancient animal skin. In disbelief I stroked the surface with one hand, and fumbled for a flashlight with the other.  Yes indeed, they were scrolls, two to be exact, authored by none other than King Solomon.  I emerged from the bowels of the volcano with a mission to find the woman in my hallucination, understand the intentions of the ancient King, and discover the rightful home for the treasures.  Now, the woman, and I share the King's journey. Amazon.com Widgets

Excerpt: Upcoming Hidden Mountain; Antonio

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." –Oscar Wilde Santa Fe, New Mexico 

It's hard to say when I actually met Amanda. My first cognition of her came while I was in a state, not quite consistent with reality. Nevertheless, it was real to me, the man, but I am a scientist, therefore with reluctance, I will admit, I met Amanda in this accepted dimension at a Las Vegas High-Stakes poker game.

Sammy's Review: A few short words about Rattling Bones by Thea Atkinson

These stories give an amazing insightful account of devastating pain and suffering.

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Excerpt: Hidden Mountain

"Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth."— Mark Twain
Rio Grande

I shuffled through my parent's expansive Miami home with assistance, my younger brother Marc at my left, and my brother-in-law Ramon on the right. Earlier, OPERA's henchmen hurled me into an oblivion that could only be described as death's doorstep.

Sammy's Review: Home for Christmas: Best Loved Stories of All Time by Margaret Jean Langstaff

This sensational book stands as a testament to Margaret Jean Langstaff. Her knowledge and passion for classic and contemporary literature is ingeniously displayed in this collection of beloved Christmas tales.

These precious narratives provide a depth designed to entertain adults and older children without destroying the season's magic. My personal favorite comes to life in the fantasy, sci-fi like valley and caves of L. Frank Baum's, A KIDNAPPED SANTA CLAUS. This is a fantastical tale of good and evil. The imagery of Laughing Valley and The Caves of the Daemons is absolutely grand. The vision literally takes my breath away.

All of the stories are awesome. The book is stunning with over 500 pages of the very best seasonal literature by these greats: L. Frank Baum (Author), Grace S. Richmond (Author), O. Henry (Author), Eleanor Hallowell Abbott (Author), Leona Dalrymple (Author), Eugene Field (Author), Abbie Farwell Brown (Author), Ellis Parker Butler and others (Author), Margaret Jean Langstaff . I highly recommend this selection.

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Sammy's Review: Home for Christmas: Best Loved Stories of All Time

This sensational book stands as a testament to Margaret Jean Langstaff. Her knowledge and passion for classic and contemporary literature is ingeniously displayed in this collection of beloved Christmas tales.

These precious narratives provide a depth designed to entertain adults and older children without destroying the season's magic. My personal favorite comes to life in the fantasy, sci-fi like valley and caves of L. Frank Baum's, A KIDNAPPED SANTA CLAUS. This is a fantastical tale of good and evil. The imagery of Laughing Valley and The Caves of the Daemons is absolutely grand. The vision literally takes my breath away.

All of the stories are awesome. The book is stunning with over 500 pages of the very best seasonal literature by these greats: L. Frank Baum (Author), Grace S. Richmond (Author), O. Henry (Author), Eleanor Hallowell Abbott (Author), Leona Dalrymple (Author), Eugene Field (Author), Abbie Farwell Brown (Author), Ellis Parker Butler and others (Author), Margaret Jean Langstaff . I highly recommend this selection.

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