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May 3, 2021
CAN YOU IMAGINE ?
The quantum theory “multiverse” includes parallel universes… the answers to our creation questions, perhaps?Although not yet scientifically proven, several quantum physics theories support the concept that spiritual energy exists in all living things… in various ways. The currently accepted definition of spirit or soul is “the force or principle of life that animates the bodies of living things.” The word comes from the Latin spiritus, which means breathing.
Breath is life.
Life is God, and thus, the spirit of God is within us.
HOLD ON… not so fast, it’s not so easily explained.
Unfortunately, while designing the man-made religious doctrines that have stymied scientific studies throughout our history, this concept was intentionally misinterpreted to provide us with a single, omniscient God; and while it was impossible to describe such a being, we designed the dogma, so that He made us in His own image.
Imagine, though, that God is not an individual entity. God is neither he nor she nor an alien entity… not even a single thing. What if God is everything that your eye can see, your fingers can touch, your ears can hear, your nose can smell, your tongue can taste and all that your conscious mind can imagine?
God is not an omniscient being that knows all and sees all. God does not control everything you do. God does not cause earthquakes or storms, nor does God have a plan for everyone’s life.
Let’s use the human body, which everyone is familiar with, at least moderately, as an analogy. Imagine your body as the universe, the entire universe and everything that you can see from the strangest of creatures and sand on the floor of the deepest part of the ocean to the farther most sun in deep space. Your body is composed of organs, arteries, muscles and bone. Within your body, there are innumerable cells, and within each of these cells, countless atoms and smaller still… a trillion, trillion, and more quarks.
Now, imagine that each organ and bone in your body is a galaxy… the Milky Way, for example; and each artery and vein is a connection between the galaxies. Each cell in your body, be it a muscle cell or a blood cell or a fat cell, represents a world within the galaxy. The atoms within each cell are analogous to the unique races of people and animals, plants and rocks, streams and oceans… many things, animate and inanimate. Within each atom are quarks, the smallest portion of the whole… yet, this is the piece of the so-called God that lives in all living things.
I believe, and in-depth research reveals, that the Church and all religions from Paganism to Judaism to Islam were founded on artificial ideas and principles. No god has dictated rituals or dogma. No god has established what sin is or even—what is considered good and what is not. All the religions of this world, and all worlds where religions of some form exist, were designed and used as tools to control people through fear… the fear of the unknown and the fear of death.
Certainly, there are aspects of religion organizations that benefit humanity… prayer, in the sense of establishing a positive mind-set and the philanthropic efforts of religious groups are two examples. God is not a single, omniscient being that sees all and knows all; rather, God is a collective entity of everything and everyone in the Alma Mater that knows all and sees all.
Metaphorically, prayer is a plea to the omniscient version of God. He (in all monotheist religious, God is male) listens to everyone’s prayers and decides who gets what they want and who doesn’t. Like the mythological Santa Claus — God decides who’s been naughty and who’s been nice.
Instead, when one prays, they are thinking — the conscious mind is generating energy which spreads throughout the universe, the Alma Mater. Think of radio waves as an analogy. These waves of energy spread throughout the entire universe. A person’s thoughts resemble radio waves that spread and are heard or affected in a method currently beyond our comprehension by other spiritual beings or energies. A response depends on as yet inexplicable discernments. The universe responds to all thoughts (prayers or wishes, good or bad). Whether the sender recognizes the answer to their thoughts is fodder for further discussion.
Many years ago, I read the book, “The Power of the Subconscious Mind,” by Dr. Joseph Murphy. In his book, Dr. Murphy uses prayer as the transmitter of subconscious thoughts to create a positive or negative response to those thoughts that are transmitted whether the transmitter realizes it. Even though prayer is his transmitter, others can substitute prayer with the term subconscious energy waves.
Quantum physics theories have established that our world, our universe, our very selves are not the end all, be all. The multiverse, entanglement, and string theories clearly show that the foundations used to create current world religions are, as a minimum, improbable and most likely completely false.
In the interim… can you imagine?
I can, and you can read all about it in The Eloah Trilogy; three novels, Eloah: No Heaven, Eloah: No Hell, and Eloah: No Religion. The books in eBook (Kindle Unlimited), paperback and audio are available exclusively at Amazon/ACX websites, worldwide. The books are also available in German and Spanish languages.
April 23, 2021
LOVE YOUR EDITOR
I was on cloud nine when Evolved Publishing picked me up. Not only would I have a professional to format and do all the hard stuff involved in publishing an eBook, a paperback, and audio books; I’d have a professional cover artist and what for me the biggest benefit… an editor!
I was assigned a great one, too. Becky Stephens taught me a lot while greatly improving the books. The trilogy would not be the award winning series it has become today without Becky. As much as I love what she did for me and my work, there’s one thing that I regret. Becky and CEO/Publisher, Lane Diamond, convinced me to remove the piece below. In the original Book 1, No Heaven, Jack Schmidt spots a beggar lying against the outside wall of Scott’s Pub, Jack’s favorite bar in Cologne, Germany. He flashed back to another beggar, years earlier, during the war in Somalia; a beggar who saved his life. Below is the piece that was cut. I’ve kept it, and somewhere, sometime in another book, I’ll use it.
CHAPTER ONE
(Pre-Edit)
Jack saw the beggar as soon as he turned the corner from Mühlenbach Strasse to Heumarkt Gasse. The sight of him, on a street devoid of anyone else, transported Jack back twenty years to another beggar in Somalia. It was October 3, 1993 – day one of the Battle of Mogadishu.
* * * * *
The ear bud in Jack’s ear came alive, “Check out the bum, Jack.”
“Roger.” The microphone attached to his collar carried his reply back to the team leader. He altered his course down the rubble-strewn street toward the old man lying slumped against the wall of a burned out building. Behind him, his Delta Force team was arrayed in a staggered formation that provided maximum dispersion while maintaining visual and covering fire continuity with each other. Jack approached the man cautiously, his eyes scanning the surrounding area, alert for an ambush.
The bum looked harmless – an old man down on his luck – but the Somali militia, loyal to the warlord Mohammad Aidid often used terrorist tactics, and placing a bomb on an innocent civilian was a tried and true method used by insurgent forces since Vietnam.
The man saw Jack approaching and struggled to get up. Jack stopped a couple of feet away. The bum reached up, silently asking for help. His mouth formed a broken toothed smile that extended to his watering eyes. Jack took a step backward but, after noticing that the man had only one leg, he reversed course and extended an arm for the old man to latch onto and pull himself up.
“American?” The old man asked, his voice a barely discernible and hoarse whisper
Jack nodded and turned his head away from the stink of his breath. He saw the wooden crutch on the ground and picked it up. The old man’s smile widened as he took the crutch and tucked it into his armpit.
Jack flinched as the man placed a hand on his shoulder. He caught Jack’s eyes and whispered, “Hawiye.”
Recognizing the name of the clan that was supporting Aidid, Jack asked, “Hawiye… here?”
“Hawiye,” the bum repeated and waved his free arm around. He looked over Jack’s shoulder and his eyes widened in fear.
Before Jack could react, the old man’s grip on his shoulder tightened, and he threw himself to the side causing Jack to spin a full hundred and eighty degrees around.
The crack of a rifle split the air, and the bum jerked as the bullet, intended for Jack, struck him in the back. Jack heard his team immediately engage, laying a barrage of weapons fire on the building across from where he stood with the dying bum in his arms.
He clutched the man that had just saved his life and slowly kneeled to lay him on the ground. He was only remotely aware of the sniper falling out of the third floor window and his team moving forward in search of other enemy snipers. The old man held his attention.
Jack knew that the wound was fatal; tthe bright red, frothy blood that was bubbling out of his mouth was proof enough. He searched the old man’s face, wishing there was something he could say or do, some way to thank him. The light faded from the old man’s eyes, but the smile remained on his bloody lips. They barely moved, but Jack heard his last words, “American… goood.”
CHAPTER ONE
(Post Edit)
“The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life.”
– John F. Kennedy
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Cologne, Germany
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Jack saw the beggar as soon as he turned the corner from Mühlenbach Strasse to Heumarkt Gasse.
The man snoozed, half-lying against the outside wall of Scott’s Pub. Upside down and beside him lay a beat-up felt hat, and a weathered sign leaned against it that read, “Bitte eine Spende”—please donate. He was either old or the life he’d led, including his current lack of shelter and hygiene, made him appear so. Several plastic bags next to him contained probably everything he owned.
Scott’s Pub was located in Cologne’s Altstadt, an egg-shaped, twenty-block section of the city along the Rhein River and surrounded by the modern downtown area. The bar carried the name of both its owner and his nationality—Scott the Scotsman.
Jack, though neither a local nor a tourist, often traveled through Cologne, and Scott’s was his favorite watering hole whenever he was in town. Four days had passed since his last visit. He was looking forward to a relaxing Kölsch and a pleasant chat with his old friend before returning to his hotel room to work on his blog.
He glanced again at the beggar. Jack had seen better signs with more entreating messages, but he had a soft spot in his heart for people like this. In 1993, during the battle of Mogadishu, Somalia, a one-legged man saved his life when he placed himself between Jack and a sniper. The poor man took the bullet and died on the spot.
Some people looked at the despondent homeless and walked away with their noses in the air. Others would make a wide berth around them and look away as they passed. And, of course, there were a few who stopped and told the lazy bastard to get off his ass and find a job.
Jack belonged to none of these groups, believing no one came to this point in their lives without cause. He didn’t know this old man’s story, but he was sure it was a sad tale and, to the beggar at least, justification for his current situation. Ever since the incident in Somalia, He’d stop and comply with their pleas for help. He carried a pocket full of change just for that purpose.
He felt compelled to give more this time and pulled a wad of Euro bills from his jacket. But he didn’t want to toss a twenty-Euro note into the hat where it could be seen and stolen while the beggar slept. Instead, he leaned over and pressed it into the old man’s hand until he felt his fingers closing on his own. Confident that the man held the money within his fist, Jack straightened and entered the pub.
***
The old man sensed the paper in his hand but only opened his eyes and saw his benefactor as he was entering the bar. He squinted with blurry eyes at the crushed Euro bill, and a small smile cracked his dried-out lips. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes while stuffing the bill into one of his many jacket pockets.
Seconds later, he sat up with a start and searched through his pockets. He found the money, straightened it out, and held it up and away so that his eyes could focus on it. Twenty Euros… what was it about twenty Euros? He struggled to reclaim the memory, the significance of the money, and it took several seconds before he remembered the man he’d met three days ago.
He grabbed his plastic bags together and approached the pub’s door, but hesitated; the big Scotsman had scared him off so many times since he’d been waiting here. Still, he’d promised the gentle man who gave him the twenty Euros, and the man he needed to see, was in the bar. He couldn’t let the fearsome Schotte stop him.
***
“Jack! ‘Tis good to see ya, lad.”
Jack waved and sauntered to the opposite end of the bar, his usual place, where it curved and abutted the wall, leaving room for a single barstool. He smiled as Scott set a large Kölsch in front of him. He loved the pale, hoppy beer brewed in Cologne.
“Hey, Scott.” He looked around. “Not so good for a Friday night.”
The only occupants were a couple at a table near the far corner, and two men at the bar.
His bartender friend waved his hand in dismissal. “Aye, but it’s early, yit. She’ll be fillin’ up in a coople hoors, me thinks. Sae, ye bin ot gallivantin’ th’ toon, hae ye?”
Jack couldn’t help but grin. It had taken him quite a while to become accustomed to Scott’s dialect, and although he still didn’t understand every word, he filled in the gaps enough to make sense of it.
He took a small sip of the bitter ale. “Just seeing the sights, collecting material, nothing special.”
“Ain haur Ah was thinkin’ ye’d foond yerself a lassie an’ shacked up wid ‘er th’ lest coopla’ days.” He added a large, comical wink.
“Lassie was a male, you know.”
“A male, ye say?”
“Sure. Lassie, the dog in the movies, the Collie… they were all males.”
“Argh….” Scott waved a hand of dismissal and, still laughing, turned to see who entered the pub.
***
The beggar stood in the doorway, head and eyes darting to every corner of the room, as if looking for someone. He gazed directly at Jack, squinting as if his eyes might fail him in the dim lights of the room, and started forward with a big smile on his face.
The smile disappeared as Scott yelled. “Hey, whaddya tink yer doin’? Haven’t Ah tol’ ye tae bide awa’ frae me bar? Git ootta haur afair Ah traw ye oot’n yer heed!”
Scott worked hard over the years to build a solid reputation among the inhabitants of the city, and the thousands of tourists who flocked to Cologne’s old town every year. To his mind, the bum was a black mark on that reputation. He’d run the beggar off several times over the last couple of days, but the old man kept coming back.
Scott was a big, brawny man and, being a typical Scotsman, possessed a strong brogue, a sarcastic sense of humor and a deep, abiding love of Scotch whiskey. His temper, however, was another matter. It took a long time to rile Scott, but the beggar exceeded his limit of grace, and it was past time to run the bastard off again—this time for good.
***
Heinz stood frozen to the spot. He stared with eyes wide as saucers at the massive form of the barkeeper. He didn’t understand the language, but he recognized the tone of the giant yelling at him, just as he had every time the barkeeper ran him off. He’d always left before, only to return a short time later.
This time, he would not turn tail and run; not when the man he needed to see was here.
The bearded berserker was so different from the gentle man who gave him the letter to deliver. The gentle man reached him on a level he had not even known he possessed. If he could express himself in such a way, he’d say the gentle man touched his soul. The man spread warmth, well-being, and a passion within Heinz such as he had experienced just once before in his life—when he’d fallen in love for the first and only time. He’d been eighteen.
Giselle was twenty-one, and her death in an automobile accident devastated Heinz—so much so that drinking to drown his sorrow replaced studying. Within a couple years, he’d been tossed out of school, a hopeless alcoholic. He’d lived on the streets since his mid-twenties, and lack of proper diet or hygiene, combined with too many cigarettes and all the booze ruined his body and mind. At forty-eight, he easily passed for seventy.
Yet his memories of Giselle and their love never died. Deep inside his atrophied brain, he treasured and fed off that love.
Three days ago, a gentle stranger awoke the same old feelings in him—feelings of great and abiding love—and recalling this experience now gave him strength. He promised to deliver the letter to Jack, whose name he learned from peeking at the letter, and nothing would stop him from keeping his promise, not even this bear of a Scotsman.
Heinz let his bags drop to the floor, pulled the bottom of his jacket down, and set his feet to run. He looked to where Jack was sitting and calculated the distance, and as soon as the Scotsman came fuming around the near corner of the bar, he darted toward Jack.
The Scotsman, appearing shocked at Heinz’s blatant display of disrespect and courage, stopped in his tracks and watched, open-mouthed, as Heinz hid behind Jack. When Heinz stuck his head up over Jack’s shoulder and grinned at the Scotsman with his broken-toothed smile, the barkeeper’s ire returned, and he strode forward red-faced.
***
Jack raised a hand, “Hold on, Scott. I’ll buy him a drink and make him a legitimate customer. How’s that?”
Without waiting for Scott’s approval, he leaned around the corner of the bar, pulled a bar stool closer, and looked over his shoulder while patting the seat of the barstool and said in German, “Here, take this barstool, my friend.”
The old man moved from behind Jack, but kept his eyes on Scott.
Jack laid a hand on the man’s shoulder. “What’ll you have?”
The beggar just pointed a dirty finger at his Kölsch.
Jack looked up at Scott and raised his eyebrows.
Scott’s demeanor showed he didn’t like this, but perhaps he didn’t want to offend his friend either. He grumbled under his breath and moved to the taps to draw the requested beer.
He set the drink in front of the old man, looked at Jack and said, “Ah ain’t likin’ it, Jack. A bloody pint an’ it’s ootta haur wid heem. We clear, mucker?”
Jack nodded, and as Scott returned to the opposite end of the bar, he turned his attention to the beggar who was just then taking his first sip of the cold brew.
Again, he addressed him in German. “You took quite a risk getting in here. You need not thank me for the money, you know.”
The beggar held up the crumpled twenty-Euro bill in one hand and pointed with his other hand at Jack and then to himself.
Jack understood that the man was confirming who gave him the money, and he nodded, but he wondered that the old man said nothing. “Are you unable to speak, my friend?”
The old man looked down at the floor and shook his head. He dug around in his jacket pockets, pulled out a ragged and faded five-by-eight card, and handed it to Jack.
I cannot speak. I have cancer of the throat and my larynx has been removed.
Below that was the man’s name, Heinz Schumacher, and below that, the name of a social worker along with the address of a major hospital in Köln.
While Jack read the note, the old man pulled the ragged scarf from around his neck and pointed to a scar. As soon as Jack saw it, he re-wrapped the scarf and looked around to see if anyone else noticed.
“I’m sorry for you, Heinz.” He didn’t know what else to say to the man.
***
Heinz shrugged. The denial and self-pity phases were in the past and he accepted his fate. He knew the doctors hadn’t removed all of his cancer whether or not they admitted it.
He smiled at Jack and thought of how two strangers had been so helpful to him—first the gentle man, and now Jack. Thinking of the gentle man, Heinz rummaged through his pockets again.
***
Puzzled, Jack took a sip of his Kölsch and watched as Heinz pulled a battered envelope from his coat and thrust it in Jack’s direction, smiling and nodding his head.
He took the envelope, pulled a battered page from it, unfolded it, and held it up against the dim lights over the bar.
Hello Jack Schmidt…
Shocked, he looked back at Heinz. “Where did you get this?”
The old man didn’t answer. He smiled, unshaken by Jack’s sudden change of attitude, and kept nodding his head while pointing at the envelope and then at Jack.
Jack returned his attention to the note. Written in English, the words revealed a natural and carefully crafted script.
You don’t know me, but I would be very pleased to introduce myself on Saturday at the early afternoon mass in the Kölner Dom. I am confident you will discover some interesting material for your blog.
Jack stared at Heinz for a second and then called out to the barkeeper, “Hey, Scott, get me something to write on, will you?”
Scott scowled but dug through a drawer behind the bar.
While he searched for paper, Jack pulled a pen from his jacket pocket. Scott brought a sheet of paper over and Jack set it before Heinz and handed him the pen.
Jack held up the letter. “Where did you get this?”
As Heinz took the pen in hand and scribbled, Jack tried to solve the mystery of who might have written this note. Stranger still, why would the writer give it to an old beggar who didn’t know him? How could the letter writer be sure the old guy would deliver it, or that Jack would even show up here?
The old man turned the page toward Jack, and he read:
The gentle man.
“What did this ‘gentle man’ look like?”
Heinz thought for a second, wrote a single word and then stopped.
Jack’s mind was spinning faster than the old man could respond. “Skip that,” he said. “What did the man say when he gave you the envelope?”
Heinz wrote again.
As he did, Jack thought more about the message. Whoever wrote it knew he published a popular blog about organized religion. More to the point, the blog was about how organized religion created a power structure based upon fear, which dominated societies for hundreds of years.
In the blog, he wrote about misinterpreted Bible verses or how science proved a Bible story false. He wrote about historical documents being used to the advantage of the power-hungry religious leaders—both past and present. He tried to impress upon people how these leaders’ actions impacted, often in a negative way, the daily lives of millions of people.
A lot people know I write a blog, but how in the world did whoever wrote this find me?
Heinz pushed the paper toward Jack.
The gentle man told me that a man would come here and put a twenty-Euro bill in my hand. He told me to give this letter to that man.
What? This is ridiculous! How — That’s as far as Jack’s thoughts went before the old man pulled the paper back and scribbled again.
His mind a temporary blank, Jack watched in silence.
Finished, the old man again showed him what he’d written.
The gentle man promised me a wonderful reward for delivering the letter.
Jack raised his eyebrows. “A reward? Money?”
Heinz shook his head.
“What then?”
He expected more writing, but his mailman shrugged his bony shoulders and smiled.
Jack considered that if the “gentle man” promised a reward, he’d be coming back to find the old man. That might have been optimistic, as more than likely the letter writer would never come back, and Heinz would wait the rest of his days for his reward. He would go to the Dome tomorrow if for no other reason than to solve this mystery. He’d take Heinz with him to identify the gentle man, and to get him his reward.
“Heinz, this letter asks me to go to the Kölner Dom tomorrow. I’d like you to go with me. I want you to show me the man that gave you this letter—if he even shows up. Will you do that for me?”
Heinz pulled the paper toward him and, noticing the front side was full, turned it over and wrote:
I’ll meet you there.
No sooner had Jack looked at it than Heinz, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, pulled back the note and wrote another short paragraph.
Jack read the beggar’s words and said, “No, Heinz, I mean the man no harm. I’m just curious to meet him. It’s a strange situation, don’t you agree?”
Heinz shrugged his shoulders, but a moment later grinned at Jack and nodded.
“And,” Jack said, “as to meeting me there, I hope instead that you’ll accept my invitation to a shower, a good meal, and a bed at my hotel tonight.”
You’re not leaving my sight until I get this thing settled, Heinz, Mein Freund.
“Come on, let’s go get you fed and cleaned up.” He laid an arm around the old man’s shoulder. “Bet you haven’t slept in a decent bed in a while, huh?”
Heinz laughed and shook his head.
Jack took it as a laugh though it was nothing more than a wheezing noise combined with an open-mouthed smile. He called Scott over, settled the bill, and walked out with Heinz.
March 28, 2021
Did Humans from Other Worlds (aliens) Expedite Human Evolution on Earth?
Erich von Däniken* claimed in several books, notably Chariots of the Gods in 1968, that extraterrestrials or “ancient astronauts” visited Earth and influenced early human culture. He believed that structures such as the Egyptian pyramids, Stonehenge, and the Moai of Easter Island and artifacts from our ancient history represent a higher technological knowledge than is presumed to have existed at the time.
He also tracked and noted ancient artwork throughout the world that contains depictions of astronauts, air and space vehicles, extraterrestrials and complex technology. Däniken explains the origins of the religions as reactions to contact with an alien race and offers interpretations of the Old Testament of the Bible.* Unfortunately, Däniken was convicted of fraud, embezzlement and theft several times over the course of his life, which allowed theists and apologists discredit his work through misdirection,
But what if he and others who have made similar claims, were right? Not only were they correct in their assumptions, the truth within their theories is even more amazing. Scientists have long been unable to explain the speed with which Homo sapiens evolved from Mitochondrial Eve and split from Neanderthal Man (a human race that went extinct about 40,000 years ago). In comparison to other life forms, the evolution of man is likened to the speed of a rocket compared to that of a snail! There have also been periods in human history when remarkable achievements, inventions and great bounds of industry, art, music and the sciences occurred. Could these periods have been influenced by alien human visitation to our planet or parallel reality?
My contention is that aliens visited our planet / parallel reality many times, they are also responsible for the expeditious evolution of Homo sapiens and they have been here often and continue to come and go to this day. Some ancient visitors may have been called Socrates, Plato, Buddha, Jesus, Lao Tzu as well as Leonardo da Vinci, Dali, Mozart, or Beethoven; or any of the great scientists Galileo, Einstein, Tesla, Heisenberg, Hawkins, etc., et al. The list is long and filled with names that have been instrumental in the monumental leaps forward by humanity.
I’ve made three assumptions that form the foundation of the fiction thriller trilogy, Eloah. The first is that alien beings, predominantly of the Homo sapiens species, have, in fact, visited our world. The second assumption is that these aliens have developed their bodies and succeeded in conquering all disease so that their life spans equal thousands of years. Finally, an assumption for writing fiction, stated by Stephen King: “Fiction is a lie. GOOD fiction is the truth within the lie.”
A majority of the world’s population recognizes that the Bible, the Torah, the Quran, etc., are essentially works of fiction, based on some small parts of truth—or truth as was known at the time the stories were told. It has been proven, through examination of ancient Egyptian, Roman and Greek historical accounts, that the Creation events and the characters Abraham, Moses, Noah, et al. are fictional characters starring in fiction stories written by authors who, like all fiction writers, use large portions of artistic license to make their stories read larger than life.
The Book of Genesis (and most of the rest of the Bible) has been rewritten hundreds of times since the first scrolls were discovered.
The Eloah Trilogy, No Heaven, No Hell, and No Religion, is fiction… GOOD fiction. Winner of Pinnacle Achievement Award—Best Thriller, Summer 2019; Silver and Bronze Medal awards from Reader’s Favorite International Book Awards, 2019 in the genre’s Thriller and Fiction, Religious Theme.
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March 27, 2021
Book Reviews
A FEW EXCERPTS FROM THE MANY REVIEWS FOR THE ELOAH TRILOGY
ELOAH: NO HEAVEN
“I thoroughly enjoyed reading Lex Allen’s thriller Eloah: No Heaven for its plot and characters. I was hooked into the story early on with Eloah’s dramatic appearances in Germany and Washington, D.C. which provoke unsettling questions about mind-matter-energy relationships. I loved the imagination and inventiveness with which Allen weaves the concepts of quantum and multiverse theories into the thriller. Allen reveals more about Eloah through the characters of Jack, Elizabeth, and Kate, three different people with different reactions and perspectives on religion. The suspense and action in the story intensify as their lives become entangled with Eloah. All has created a strong character in Jack, the skeptic who is not afraid to confront Eloah with questions. The heated dialogues between different characters about religious beliefs and scientific research of the paranormal add depth and tension to the story. Eloah: No Heaven ends on a cliffhanger. I will absolutely be reading Eloah: No Hell and Eloah: No Religion.” ~ Saifunnissa Hassam for Reader’s Favorite
“Part sci-fi, part political thriller and part quantum physics 101, the entire Eloah series is genre-warping done right. Lex Allen has clearly done his homework, and he manages to weave biblical history, alien intervention and the multiverse theory into a first-rate action/adventure with seamless efficiency. It is a fun read, full of action and intrigue, clever dialogue and a great cast of characters,including a wonderfully evil villain with all of Eloah’s powers and no redeeming qualities whatsoever. But behind Eloah: No Religion is a message, and it’s just unfortunate that the people who will undoubtedly shy away from this series are the ones who would benefit most from hearing it. Whether you exist due to a divine spark of creation or the long slog of evolution, you have in your possession a magnificently complex brain. What a waste it would be if you didn’t use it to think for yourself.” ~ Ken Stark – Amazon bestselling author.
“Mr Allen has an engaging talent in writing at a level that kept me as areader engrossed and eager to know what would happen next. I thoroughly enjoyed it and was disappointed it finished where it did,but in so doing it left me in no doubt to move on to Book Two[No Hell].” ~ Ken Fry – bestselling author of “The Lazarus Succession” and “The Patmos Enigma.”
ELOAH: NO HELL
“In the prequel, “No Heaven”, the author started this series off with an imaginative hook. “No Hell” powers though with an engaging read. The work is deep but approachable, probing further into organized religion and philosophy, while creatively blending in church and alien conspiracies. The author also draws upon John Lennon and the Beatles for inspiration — and what’s not to like about that? — which adds yet another dimension to the book’s philosophical nature. But this book is not merely a philosophy lesson. It’s a fast and exciting read that’ll leave you turning the pages until the end. In short, it’s a thinking man’s blockbuster action thriller.” ~ AS
“This installment in the trilogy wraps up a lot of threads from the previous “No Heaven” quickly and efficiently. And, while it describes a stupefyingly complex conspiracy, it’s written in such a way that it all makes perfect sense – so much sense, in fact, that the reader wonders if, maybe, this could really happen. If you’re looking for well-developed characters, an intellectually stimulating story-line and plenty of twists, turns and action, I highly recommend this book and its predecessor. Kudos to the author!” ~ Reading Glass Reviews
“No Hell by author Lex Allen picks up immediately where the previous novel, No Heaven left off. It starts off with a bang, hitting the floor running, as the saying goes, with its fast-paced action and attention-grabbing narrative.
One of the things I enjoyed about this installment is the development of the arch-villain character. Lex Allen has created a totally evil, seemingly invincible bad guy who fits seamlessly into the proverbial “anti-Christ” mold. Here is a villain you’ll love to hate. I very much enjoyed the way that Lex Allen interweaves famous scenes out of history with the present and the hypothetical setting of the novel. While the themes and premise of the story are reminiscent of the DaVinci Code series, Lex Allen’s work is faster paced and less mired in the minutiae of mystery solving. It is not mystery but philosophy that takes center stage here.” ~ Bestselling authoress, Zeece Lugo
ELOAH: NO RELIGION
“The first book in the series (Eloah: No Heaven) revealed that the most important person in the history of religion is not from heaven, but from a parallel universe. The next volume (Eloah: No Hell) showed us that hell is right here on earth and now – not after death – and now comes the third book (Eloah: No Religion), which shows us how we should live without 4,000 years of religious baggage a new way, a rebirth for a new era, just as Eloah alias Jesus ushered in a new era 2000 years ago. “~ Guy Teague(former Editor, Abilene Reporter News)
“Lex Allen’s Thriller” Eloah: No Religion “has become a haunting reading experience for me, I like the vivid and convincing way Allen develops the intense battle between Eloah and the demon Alpha, and Eloah is unwavering in his commitment to his peacekeeping mission Alpha is relentless, vicious and murderous in its greed for power and control. I liked the inclusion of passages of self-reflection and dialogues that Allen has created for the pope and the US president. The pace is fast and thrilling, as Eloah and I like the sudden twists and turns as the struggle overlaps with Eloah’s worldwide transmission of a holographic account of historical events. I have enjoyed Eloah: No Religion for its complex characters,great imagination, and thought provoking subjects Religion, spirituality and science. “~ Saifunnissa Hassam forReader’s Favorite Intl ‘Awards
“ELOAH: NO RELIGION by Lex Allen is the most unusual and unique take on Jesus and religion that I have ever read. Whether you are an atheist, agnostic or born-again Christian, if you are curious and have an open mind, you can’t help but be drawn into this fascinating tale.” ~ Carol Marrs Phipps
“A story weaved from religion and the misconception of the ages always intrigues me. I have read many, and yet Eloah: No Religion surprised me. It’s different. It’s also insightful. Yes, there is a life and death battle happening, and leaders both political and religious are being told in no uncertain terms to get with the real program (the truth) and yet it’s the insight that gripped me. Via fiction, the author offers us a different look into what truth is, and I appreciated that. Putting that aside, though, I believe this third book is a fitting end to a massive story.” ~Elaina J. Davidson
A REVIEW EXCERPT FROM THE PRELUDE TO THE ELOAH TRILOGY – THE DRUIDS
“Eloah: The Druids by Lex Allen is a short story leading into his awesome trilogy, Eloah: No Heaven, Eloah: No Hell and Eloah: No Religion. Full confession: I somehow missed this little gem and only discovered it after I’d already read the series, but no matter. Even though it was meant as an introduction to the multiverse and the Elohim, the story lost none of its impact by my knowing what was to follow. In fact, like the very best of prequels, Eloah: The Druids was not only a fun and exciting read all on its own, but it reminded me of just why I loved the series so much. It takes a rare talent to weave a tale all the way through the multiverse and have it hit close to home, but Allen does it, and he does it to perfection. A unique and well-rounded cast of characters brings this story to life, and a crisp pace to the action sets the tone for what’s to come. And no spoilers here, but if you think you know what’s coming, you might have rethink everything you think you know.” ~ Ken Stark, Amazon Bestselling Author
LAST BUT NOT LEAST – EXCERPT REVIEWS FOR LOVABLY DEAD
“Allen has read widely and wisely and any work that echoes King, Koontz,Lovecraft, Barker, and Poe throughout shows that he has learned useful lessons from these masters. [He] is a proven, talented writer and although there have been thousands of horror stories written over the centuries, he manages a fresh perspective and some twists rarely or never seen. I enjoyed each of them, but I think I liked the twist in Black Converse about the best.” ~ Guy Teague
“A well-written collection of horror tales that’s definitely worth a read. My favorite has to be Dr Gavin’s Patient, and not just because I’m fascinated by succubi. Each story is brilliantly written, more than a little creepy, and comes to a clever end. Like with all short stories, I will voice my complaint that I’d have liked more…but only because they were so good.” ~ Demelza Carlton
“Under review is a collection of seven short stories by Lex Allen, author of ‘The Eloah Trilogy’. I’ll admit right up front I’m unsure how to review short stories with the only common theme being the genre. Nevertheless, we’ll press on.
Allen has read widely and wisely and any work that echoes King, Koontz, Lovecraft, Barker, and Poe throughout shows that he has learned useful lessons from these masters. Allen is a proven, talented writer and although there have been thousands of horror stories written over the centuries, he manages a fresh perspective and some twists rarely or never seen. I enjoyed each of them, but I think I liked the twist in Black Converse about the best.” ~ Guy
“Oooh! Another fantastic read from Lex Allen, and this ghoulish collection is just as good as the cover & blurb promises! Each imaginative tale delivers a shot of delicious, (and at times, erotic) heart-pumping horror straight to your heart. I liked all the stories but my top favorites were ‘Doctor Gavin’s Patient, Voodoo Vortex, & Lovably Dead’. I bought this in October because I thought it’d be a good Halloween-time read (did not disappoint) and then I re-read again this past weekend. Plus, I really enjoy this author’s writing style. Five stars.” ~ BookReviews88
March 23, 2021
DOESN’T ANYONE EVER USE THE TOILET?
Early one morning, I was sitting on the “throne” taking care of business and contemplating my day’s activities when an epiphany washed over me. I can only guess, and time will tell, whether this sudden conceptual thought was indeed an epiphany. I’ve only read about epiphanies, you see; I’ve never before experienced such a thing.
Whatever it was, this burst of inspiration caught me off guard. It was, as they say, ‘short and sweet’! The gist of it was… why don’t fictional characters ever have to use the toilet? Just like that… out of nowhere! I’d been thinking about revamping my website and adding some distinctive editorial review excerpts to my book’s product pages. Yes, I was using the toilet at the time. Still, toilet use is such a normal, mundane, and daily event that I can’t imagine any connection for this brilliant flash of insight.
It took a minute for me to reclaim the breath knocked out of me before I ran through a mental list of books and stories I’d read over the years, searching for a scene that included a character having to use the toilet during his or her active scenes. I could recall only one— “Ocean’s Eleven.” Not a perfect example, but there was the scene where the bank robbers were digging the tunnel and one of them had to stop back out of the tunnel and take care of business. The poor fellow had IBS, you understand?
I wondered why so many novels included long, detailed philosophical and/or emotional meanderings, or detailed descriptions of places and things which had nothing to do with the story’s premise or any of the story arcs; yet, there was never a scene interrupted by someone having to go to the toilet! Is this reality? I’m big on verisimilitude in fiction so… is the lack of toilet use an example of the sense of reality necessary to establish a reader’s suspension of disbelief? Simply put… no!
I decided, right then and there, to include a toilet scene for at least one of the principal characters in every future book I write. If you’re a writer, I hope you’ll join me in this effort to establish this detail of authenticity to your writing. If you’re a reader, I hope you will recognize my efforts by including the fact that mine was the first book you’d ever read whereby a lead character has to break up a scene in order to… well, take care of business!
P.S. Prior to posting, I recalled another toilet scene but not the title of the book, or maybe it was a movie. Regardless, the scene entailed a soldier squatting and “making like a wild bear in the woods,” when an enemy soldier appeared. There were no words exchanged as the enemy pointed his rifle at the poor soul and sympathetically waited until the soldier wiped himself before pulling the trigger. Okay, not a toilet scene, but poignant nonetheless; don’t you agree?
March 21, 2021
Verisimilitude – The Key to “Good” Fiction
From characters to scenes to plot lines, it is important that readers of fiction suspend disbelief; that is, the reader believes the characters to be true to life, the scenes accurate and realistic, and the story lines possible even as they know them to be improbable or impossible. Writers insure their readers are able to suspend disbelief, without even thinking of it, through verisimilitude.
Verisimilitude is defined as:
1 – the appearance or semblance of truth; likelihood; probability.
2 – something, as an assertion, having merely the appearance of truth.
Stephen King says, “Fiction is a lie. Good fiction is the truth within the lie.” The truth need not be a factual or historical truth—in fiction it is more often than not a sense of truth or reality. Creating verisimilitude isn’t difficult, but often requires in-depth research to make it work. Fortunately, for writers today, that research is right at your fingertips via the internet. Life experiences are also significant sources of ideas for maintaining verisimilitude. The adage for writers: “write what you know” goes hand in hand with creating that all-important sense of reality.
It’s not for nothing that fantasy writers draw maps, include glossaries for invented languages, etc. for their world and creature creations. It’s all about creating a believable, realistic world filled with creatures and beings that make it easy to suspend disbelief. The reader submerges himself in this make-believe, yet believable world.
Model your characters on people you know or know of. My favorite stories are filled with characters that I can associate with, empathize or sympathize with. I recently read a story set in a small Texas town in the 1960s. I grew up in Texas and recognized every one of the author’s “invented” characters.
Picture your scenes as images and write them that way and develop your plot and sub-plot lines based upon known foundations. I use quantum physics theories in several of my books. I’m not a scientist or a physicist, but I read a book titled, “Quantum Physics for Dummies” that gave me just enough understanding of the entanglement and multiverse theories that I was able to develop a gimmick for teleporting from one place to another without machines that I called, “quantum leaping.” Several reviewers have commented on how easily they were able to “see” or “understand” or “marvel” at the realism of these phenomena.
Here’s two versions of a scene with and without verisimilitude:
1) Jerry recognized the gun as a Ruger .44 Magnum a split second before the killer pulled the trigger. The bullet caught Jerry in the shoulder, slamming him back into the wall where he slid down to a sitting position. Through blurry eyes, he watched the killer approach and, from a mere foot away, aim the gun at his head. A scream from outside diverted the killer’s attention just enough for Jerry to reach up with his good arm and grab the gun, pushing it away. He kicked upward, catching the killer squarely in the balls.
2) Jerry recognized the gun as a Ruger .44 Magnum a split second before the killer pulled the trigger. The bullet caught Jerry in the shoulder, slamming him back into the wall where he slid down to a sitting position. The shock and blood loss were immediate, and Jerry lost consciousness within seconds. He didn’t see the killer walk toward him and point the pistol at his head. He didn’t hear the scream from outside that diverted the killer’s attention and sent him running down the hall without finishing Jerry with a head shot.
Which of these two examples is the most realistic? Right… the second example. Why? Because there will always be readers who know what happens when a.44 Magnum bullet hits a human body and will instantly recognize that the first example as BS. There will always be readers have experienced, worked with, or read about damned near anything you pass off as realistic; it is therefore incumbent that you’ve experienced or done the research to make it, whatever it is—real.
If you can’t make them believe your story, you’ll pay either through a critical review or lost sales in future books. One example: Years ago, I read a book about terrorists that was full of a variety of weapons and bombs and included details about the damage wrought by these weapons. I served twenty-one years in the Army and another twenty-three years with DOD, bringing in new weapons and weapons systems to soldiers. This author lost me at chapter one, and I never bought another of her books.
So… write what you know and what you’ve thoroughly researched. Make it real and you’ll grow your readership, eager for more of your books.
March 19, 2021
Are You a Pantser or a Plotter?
As an author, are you a pantser or a plotter? I define the two as follows:
Pantser: A writer who gets a story idea, sits down and starts writing without an outline, character or plot details. S/he develops the story as she writes it, often surprising even himself at the twists and turns the plot takes, the entry of new characters, or what happens to the characters… when and how to kill off one or more, for example.
Plotter: A writer who gets a story idea, sits down and writes out an outline, complete with all three acts, defines and details every character, scene, and action sequence, and sticks to that outline, no matter what!As a hobby race car driver in my younger days, I experienced the sensation of driving by the “seat of your pants”… that is, you’re in tune with the machine and the track through the sensations of the drive expressed by your buttock and hand contact with the car seat and steering wheel. When I started writing, I carried that “sensation” forward. It never occurred to me to write an outline or to develop every character from date of birth to body type complete with blemishes, hair color, and whether the toe next to the big toe is longer, equal to or shorter than the big toe. If ever there was a way to frustrate my writing… an outline would be it! No, I wanted that thrill I had when racing… reacting to changes in the book, the characters and the “feel” of the story as it flowed onto the page.
That is not to say, I’m scornful of plotter writers. Not by a long shot. I think fantasy and high-tech science fiction writers in particular would not succeed without an outline. There are simply too many details, too many vital reference points to keep track of. A pantser would never be able to design a complete new world, new language, or the myriad of unusual characters necessary to establish that all important sense of reality in the story. No, in these cases an outline is paramount to success. That’s why I don’t write fantasy or high-tech science fiction!
I write paranormal, conspiratorial thrillers and horror. I think books in these genres need the thrill of a pantser writer, flexible and driven to keep up the pace with unexpected events and character actions. Plotting these would, I believe, lessen the impact. But there are also problems associated with either form. A pantser often adds, subtracts or changes something that requires a rewrite of previous or future chapters and scenes and looks forward to it; albeit, in a long book, these changes are sometimes hard to find and harder to revise. Conversely, a plotter is stuck to the original plan. Changes would, most likely, create far more havoc than their worth.
Bottom line, both methods have their unique, associated madness. It becomes a personal preference for the author to decide, and I think that decision rests partly with the genre of the story and the individual traits that each author brings to the table.
March 7, 2021
THE FACTS, FICTIONS, AND THEORIES THAT CREATED THE ELOAH TRILOGY
The Eloah Trilogy (No Heaven, No Hell, and No Religion) and the short story prelude to the trilogy, The Druids, are fiction—fiction that clearly meets Stephen King’s definition: “Fiction is a lie. GOOD fiction is the truth within the lie.” As with many grand stories, the fiction is based upon or supported by facts, scientific theory, or conspiracies that carry a smidgeon of truth. In writing the Eloah Trilogy, I took artistic license with several of these themes to include the historicity of Jesus, conspiracy theories regarding his crucifixion, paranormal / supernatural studies, and, scientific theories and historical documents. The trilogy also leans heavily on a fictional (as far as we know now):
– Quantum physics… multiverse, entanglement, and string theories.
– Reincarnation… past life regression therapies developed by Dr. Michael Newton
– Aliens… not little green men with enormous eyes and skinny arms and legs; rather, visitors from other universes/dimensions that look like us but have talents and knowledge far beyond our own that have helped advance human evolution and technology for hundreds of thousands of years!
Without further ado, I’ll start with the main plotline… The Second Coming of Jesus (Eloah):
The Historicity of Jesus
All of the major religions of the world assert that Jesus was a living person of the first century Common Era (CE). Who he was and what he was about remains points of contention.
Christians believe him to be the Son of God and the Savior of humankind who sacrificed his own life in atonement for the sins of all.
Muslims believe him to have been one of four Major Prophets (Moses, David, Jesus and Mohammad) who were given a book by Allah and directed to accomplish tasks that would lead to Mohammad and the Koran.
Moses received and delivered the Torah and Old Testament Bible, David the Psalms, and Jesus the Gospels.
Typically, a Muslim believes that Jesus (or Isa as they know him in the Koran) was only a man and prophet sent by Allah to proclaim the coming of Mohammad.
According to the beliefs of Judaism, he was an ordinary Jewish man and preacher, executed by the Romans for speaking out against Roman authority and abuses.
The requirements of Messiah, as promised in the Torah, could not be attributed to Jesus. These are: 1) an observant Jewish man descended from the house of King David, 2) an ordinary human being, 3) (he would) bring peace to the world, 4) gather all Jews back into Israel, 5) rebuild the ancient Temple in Jerusalem and 6) unite humanity in the worship of the Jewish God and Torah observance.
Jesus failed to meet these criteria. Some argue that he met the first requirement and spoke often of the third; however, the remaining four were beyond his abilities.
There are, of course, those who believe that Jesus never lived at all. They will argue: “How could the Son of God, or a Major Prophet or a revolutionary Jew escape mention by the noted documenters of Roman and Jewish history – Tacitus, Eusebius and Josephus – among others?” The short answer is, “Hmmm…”
The Jewish historian, Josephus (37 to 100 CE) wrote in his famous work, Testimonium Flavianum, “the testimony of Josephus,” a subtitle within the Jewish Antiquities (written around 80 CE):
“At that time there appeared Jesus, a wise man, if indeed someone should call him a man; for he was a doer of startling deeds, a teacher of people who receive the truth with pleasure.
“And he gained a following both among many Jews and among many of Greek origin. He was the Messiah. And when Pilate, because of an accusation made by the leading men among us, condemned him to the cross, those who had loved him previously did not cease to do so.
“For he appeared to them on the third day, living again, just as the divine prophets had spoken of these and countless other wondrous things about him. And up until this very day the tribe of Christians, named after him, has not died out.”
NOTE! The italicized words in the verses above were so obviously interjected into the paragraph by a Christian scribe that even Christian apologists, after 1600 years of flaunting its authenticity and proof of Jesus as the Messiah, have acknowledged that it is likely a forgery and abandoned the verse. Though forsaken by the Church, the verse indicates the historicity of a Rabbi named Jesus, who was scorned by the Sanhedrin (Jewish ‘Supreme Court’) and turned over to the Romans as a rebel.
During the time of Jesus’ life, magic was considered a major sin among the Jews and was punishable by stoning.
The miracles attributed to Jesus – turning water into wine, healing the sick, feeding thousands with a few loaves of bread and fish, and raising the dead would surely have resulted in his death, had Jesus not had a large following among his people, in particular the Jewish rebels of Roman occupation, the Zealots.
The Sanhedrin worried over Jesus’ influence among their people and feared condemning him to death would set him up as a martyr. A better way to get rid of him was to turn him over to the Romans. Assuming this an authentic piece of the puzzle… consider that the man turned over to the Romans wasn’t Jesus at all.
A well-known and oft repeated conspiracy theory states that Jesus was a twin. The Jesus that everyone remembers was a traveling rabbi who left Judea and travelled to Asia in order to study under Buddha monks. His twin brother, Judas Khrestus, was a rebel and Zealot fighting against the Roman occupation of Judea. He was the man crucified, not Jesus. True or not, it’s an interesting story. I didn’t include this specific theory in the Eloah Trilogy; but, I do refer to the birth of twins to Mary and the father, a Roman soldier named Panthera. Joseph took Mary as his wife to save her from being stoned for adultery.
The act of Simony has existed in the Catholic Church for centuries. It concerns buying or selling something spiritual or closely connected to the spiritual. Simony originated when Simon Magus endeavored to buy the power of conferring gifts of the Holy Spirit from the Apostles. (The Bible Acts 8:18). Among pagans, magic was greatly esteemed and they often considered the best magicians gods. Simon Magus, a Sumerian, is the best known among this small group and you’ll meet Simon Magus in book two, “No Hell.”
Mary Magdalena has been described as a whore or a magician, depending upon whose account you read. Even the Bible provides conflicting accounts of who she was and how she came to be a ‘disciple’ or wife of Jesus. Conspiracies abound she was a magician of sorts who came under Jesus’ protection. It is also widely believed (among non-Christians) that she was Jesus’ wife and that they produced a child.
The Swoon Theory
There are several variations on the sequence and details of the events, but all versions postulate Jesus did not die on the cross; rather, he was alive and unconscious when removed from the cross and secreted away to a private tomb belonging to Joseph of Arimathea (a disciple of Jesus and also a member of the ‘Seventy-One’, the Sanhedrin). Jesus recovered and was seen among his disciples or, left the country with a pregnant Mary Magdalena. In the latter event, his destination remains unknown, although India, England, and France are the most commonly discussed possibilities. There is a wealth of information about these theories on the internet. Artistic license is a wonderful thing for fiction writers, and this theory got full treatment in “No Heaven”by adding a completely new adaptation to the argument.
Paranormal / Supernatural Abilities
The history of humankind is full of stories about people who practiced or, were said to have demonstrated, fantastic feats that were considered to be in the realm of gods. Jesus was but one of these, except that in his case these acts were called miracles.
Today, examples of telepathy, telekinesis, astral projection, psychic healing and the actual existence of a spiritual entity in living creatures have been demonstrated and documented.
Okay, not always or necessarily scientifically proven, so let’s simply state that accounts have been published. Though rare, and limited to very few, the scientifically documented events, in particular in the areas of telepathy and psychic healing, are proof such things are at least possible. Could not these abilities have been clear two or ten thousand years ago? Of course, they could have. Could these abilities also be attributed to aliens or visitors from a parallel universe? With what we know today and the long strides being made in studies of quantum physics and human consciousness; the answer has to be yes, it is entirely possible.
The Institute of Noetic Studies, IONS, in California, USA, are world leaders in experimenting, examining, testing and documenting paranormal, psychically induced phenomena. The institute was widely publicized in Dan Brown’s, “The Lost Symbol” as having conducted experiments that prove the existence and departure of a soul after physical death. According to the fictional account, the spirit is energy with mass and weight. We can measure anything with mass and weight. The fictional experiment noted an instantaneous weight loss after physical death. Dr. Duncan MacDougall of Haverhill, Massachusetts conducted an actual experiment in 1907. His experiments were crude and largely disdained, but he discovered a measurable loss of weight – 3/4’s of an ounce – at time of death any that other physical activity could not explain. His conclusion: Proof of the existence of the human soul. Paranormal and supernatural phenomena occur throughout the Eloah Trilogy.
Assuming we can prove that “something” instantly leaves the body, and we can further postulate that “something” is the human soul—where does it go? All religions will tell you if the person/soul was “saved” or somehow blessed by that religions particular god; it will go to Heaven or Paradise. If not a person of favor, it was off to Hell or the equivalent.
Dr. Michael Newton will tell you differently. His “past life regression therapy” has revealed thousands of recorded cases where, through deep hypnosis, he has taken the patient’s subconscious back to previous lives and shown that reincarnation may be a fact. Reincarnation is another facet that plays a large role in the Eloah Trilogy.
Quantum Theory
To begin with… the definition of theory in layperson language is not the same in scientific environments. A scientific theory has been documented and proven to be fact or reality.
In the Eloah Trilogy, I take full advantage in expanding upon and artistically re-designing three quantum physics theories – entanglement, string and the many-worlds hypotheses a.k.a. multiverse throughout the Eloah Trilogy.
Rather than a detailed explanation of each of these theories, below are excerpts from innovative, unorthodox physicists – past and present – who are discovering no conflict at all between physics and belief in the paranormal and the afterlife.
Indeed they show that the phenomena we now call “paranormal” are normal and consistent with the laws of science.
Professor Fred Alan Wolf summed up [his] view when he wrote: I believe that the findings of quantum physics increasingly support Plato [who taught that there is a more perfect, non-material realm of existence].
There is evidence that suggests the existence of a non-material, non-physical universe that has a reality even though it might not as yet be clearly perceptible to our senses and scientific instrumentation. When we consider out-of-body experiences, shamanic journeys and lucid dream states, though they cannot be replicated in the true scientific sense, they also point to the existence of non-material dimensions of reality.
Professor Dr Ernst Senkowski—a professor of physics and electronics who conducted intensive paranormal and afterlife research for over twenty years repeatedly obtained positive paranormal and ‘afterlife’ results. He and several others have published books arguing that materialist science is incomplete and therefore unable to adequately account for positive paranormal evidence. They urge acceptance of a new paradigm or worldview which includes psychic phenomena and the existence of multiple universes including the so-called afterlife.
Professor John Bokris in his book The New Paradigm–A Confrontation Between Physics and the Paranormal Phenomena (2005) discusses the evidence for the paranormal, including telepathy, near-death experiences, out-of-body travel, reincarnation, apparitions, possession, distant healing, and other phenomena. He concludes that other concepts such as the paranormal, theories about consciousness, and interconnectedness must be integrated into science to enable a superior understanding of reality. His central proposal is that we are living in a “synchronized universe,” one layer of which we see and interact with and are synchronized with. This is what we identify as the “real” universe. There are other universes alongside this, he argues, which are just as real as this one.
This, he states, “offers a way to understand how the soul, the center of human consciousness, can exist in a permanent form, surviving human death. It offers a useful beginning to a deeper understanding of the universe and of ourselves.”
Dr. Claude Swanson, has collated the “best evidence” illustrating the inadequacy of our present scientific paradigm. In his book, The Synchronized Universe, he describes scientifically controlled remote viewing and ESP experiments, demonstrations of long-range healing, psychokinetic’s (mind over matter), scientifically controlled experiments in levitation, teleportation (quantum leaping) and out of body phenomena (OBE) (astral projection). *Heavily used throughout the Eloah Trilogy.
Dr. Larry Dossey MD, Healing Beyond the Body and Reinventing Medicine. “A historic development is occurring: compelling evidence is being produced by admirable scientific experiments revealing a dimension of consciousness which has been (largely) ignored within conventional science. This aspect of the mind functions infinitely – non-locally – beyond the body and outside the present moment. These findings are of incalculable importance because of their implications for the nature, origin, and destiny of consciousness.”
