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Have you ever dreamed of chucking it all and moving to the Caribbean? I did it and lived in an abandoned house while writing a novel. I slept in a hammock, had a pet frog in my toilet tank, and wrote on a manual typewriter. 'Clank!' I set my new action book there, in my beautiful little village. GR member Sweetpea read it and gave 5 out of five stars!
Touching Spirits Blurb: Police Sergeant Cody Brannon moves to a Caribbean village to escape the men stalking him. But is soon fighting for his life while investigating the theft of a Mayan artifact said to possess supernatural power.
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Arabella is a princess, going to Elysia on a diplomatic mission to avoid a terrible war. However just as she arrives, a series of mysterious life attempts begin to take place, and she will soon find out that her enemies have never been so strong. Never so close.City of Gold, get it here:
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My new Fantasy Romance Once Upon A Stolen Time is now available on AmazonSet in both Medieval and Contemporary England, this story is about Myra from 2015 and Edward from 1415, where past and future collide in a tale of love, obsession, betrayal, and the hope for redemption.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B016XI5836
Amazon Canada: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B016XI5836
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Amazon India: http://www.amazon.in/dp/B016XI5836
Extract from my book 'Daydream Believers' only 99p on KindleSomething in the wind 5
Daydream Believers (Corpalism II) by Arun D. Ellis
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“Palestine belongs to the Arabs in the same sense that
England belongs to the English or France to the French.
It is wrong and in-human to impose the Jews on the Arabs.”
Mahatma Gandhi
The Preacher looked out from the stage, there were more people, maybe 75, maybe a 100, he couldn't really tell. He knew Barry had been excited about the gate or whatever it was he called it. It meant little to him; simply that the message was being heard.
"I support no religion, I deny all faiths and reject all dogmas." He waited a few moments, "But I have been thinking of this war on terror and I cannot escape the conclusion that it is a real war, but not in the way that it has been sold to us." He turned and strode off to his right, "We have been sold the story of the evil Islamist attack, a satanical attack on America and western culture and we bought into the story because that's exactly what it is, a Hollywood story from beginning to end, a Spielberg extravaganza."
He ignored the rippled gasp that greeted his pronouncement and turned rapidly to his left, "Imagine the scene, evil, bearded, dark skinned Muslim tyrants, sitting around their camp fires, their demonic faces flickering in the firelight, plotting the downfall of the free world. Set against that you have the carefree, innocent, blond blue-eyed American family enjoying life in the California sun listening happily to the sounds of the latest 15 year old pop megastar."
He paced around the stage, "For years Hollywood has prepared us for the coming war on Islam, we've had a never ending diet of films based on Islamic terrorists attacking the heart of America. Then we have the real event; the horrific tragedy of 9/11. Which is followed a few years later by other attacks in Europe and here in the UK, culminating in the recent Wembley attack," he rubbed his chin as he walked, "but what if we re-examined that script? What if we looked more closely at the details? What if we were to peek behind the curtain? What if this were all just a conjuring trick?"
He stopped and stared out at the audience, he could see wide eyes and some opened mouths, "What if we ponder the way things were before 9/11 and examine the lives of those in the Middle East? What if we looked back at where things began, examined the facts more closely?"
"You don't know what you're talking about," shouted someone from the back. Barry was fidgeting; this was not going well.
The Preacher raised his hand in either negation or acknowledgment. "Who has heard of the Balfour Declaration?"
No-one responded.
"OK, context: in 1917 WWI was at its height, the French army had mutinied and was on the defensive, the first Russian revolution had erupted in March of that year, the Eastern front was closing down. If the dreaded Lenin took power the Bolsheviks would sue for peace and Germany would be free to transfer over one million troops from the Eastern front, to the Western front. The only allied army still able to fight was Britain's but, even at over a million men strong, it was tiny compared to that of the Reich."
Barry breathed again; they were off the contentious topic of 9/11 and a Spielberg extravaganza.
"Two things happened. First, Lenin and the Bolsheviks came to power and sued for peace. Secondly, the British Foreign Secretary Arthur Balfour sent a letter to the international banker Baron Rothschild agreeing to establish a home for the Jews in Palestine."
He paused and looked around him, waiting for it to sink in, not wanting to go further until he saw a few lights dawning. He raised his palms and hunched his shoulders, "It was a quid pro quo arrangement; in return for Palestine the global Jewish community would replenish bare coffers, use political influence to speed American troops across the Atlantic, throw its combined weight behind the allies to crush Germany."
A few people were shaking their heads, a few others showing various expressions of surprise.
"Think about it. What if the US Foreign Secretary signed a letter giving SE England to France for their support in the UN. How do you think we would take that? How would you feel if your country was given away to another community by another people living thousands of miles away? No! Let's be specific here, if you were a Muslim and a couple of Christians signed away your Holy Land to the Jews, how would you feel?"
The hall was silent.
"A few years earlier Palestine had belonged to the Ottoman Turks. It was a Muslim country. The Arabs helped Lawrence of Arabia defeat the Turks and what was their reward? The creation of a Jewish homeland in Palestine? Really? At first it wasn't a huge problem, settlers came but not in great numbers, going into kibbutz and small settlements. It all changed after WWII and the holocaust when everyone seemed to accept Jewish people's right to come from all over the world and converge on Palestine, thus turning the indigenous population into an oppressed minority group." He paused, peering out, trying to penetrate the back rows. "The theft of Palestine and subsequent creation of Israel has lead directly through the decades to our current war on terror."
There were several murmurings of what Barry hoped were agreement.
"I'm not saying that I back the Muslims over the Jews and I'm not saying that the holocaust wasn't dreadful, I'm saying if someone gave my country away to a third party then I'd have to fight to get it back." He waited for his words to travel around the hall, "I'd fight them on the beaches, I'd fight them in the fields and I'd fight them in the hills and I'd never surrender."
Nods of encouragement now; smatterings of applause, scattered but not isolated, he'd succeeded with some of them where Barry would have thought that was impossible.
"We are told that here in the west we are the victims of Islamic Jihadists' terror, and it is true, there have been atrocities on our streets. But do we live in daily terror? Do we face death from the skies without warning?" He raised a finger to the ceiling, "Delivered like a thunderbolt by a drone activated from miles away or as a deadly spray of cannon rounds from an Apache helicopter?"
"What about 9/11?" shouted someone from the back of the hall. He was shushed immediately by people from various sections of the auditorium.
"We support Arab royalty, selling them weapons with which to control their people and in return they allowed us to steal the Arab people's national wealth, the only thing they have, their oil," responded the Preacher quickly, "Think how much money has been poured into the Middle East. Where did it all go? If you look at Iraq, Iran and Saudi Arabia the ordinary people live in poverty whilst the elites live in extreme opulence. Mercedes made of silver."
He bent over the front of the stage to address those who were scattered in the front row, "That's how it works, firstly we buy off the ruling classes with great wealth and then we help them suppress their revolutionaries, the men and women who would fight for the rights of the people. These people we call anarchists, terrorists, communists or religious fundamentalists."
He rose up and bounced across the stage, energised by the feedback, "Why is it that we allow obscenely rich Arab leaders to be portrayed as victims? Why do we allow ourselves to be persuaded that the people fighting for equal distribution of oil wealth are the villains? Simple, because if the people of the Arab countries get control of the oil they will want to charge more for it so they can improve the wellbeing of the nation and the oil magnates can't allow that."
"If it keeps the price of oil down then it's a good thing," called someone from the side.
"I'm not arguing against it. I'm simply saying we should admit to what we are doing. Be clear why we're out there and why we're killing thousands and thousands of innocent human beings."
"Bloody commie!" shouted a man in the front row.
"Perhaps we allow the powers that be to sell us the lie because we recognise that the Arabs are sat on top of the world's most crucial supplies. Is that why we don't question the horrors that have been unleashed on the millions of civilians? Is the truth rather that we are the ones waging war? Are we the evil under the sun? Are we the evil empire attacking the free peoples of the world? Are we the true villains in this Hollywood movie? Are we the real terrorists and have we allowed ourselves to be deceived simply because of our own greed?"
With that he spun through 180 degrees and left the stage.
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