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