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Samantha (mirymom) I am on the sofa, in my living room in Hillsborough, North Carolina, enjoying a quiet day.

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Mary Woldering | 14 comments Okay let me try again. I am trying to post things from a document for this takeover.
Mary R. Woldering, author of Children of Stone – a visionary & historical fantasy


Mary Woldering


Where are you right now? Prize is a custom stone bookmark.

I am in my pink lotus room in Euclid, OH

Writer of Mystical History series Children of Stone. Costumer, art historian, artisan, student of wisdom, never a master, companion, old soul, Wise MaMa, Crone (not your sweet lil' old granny) - I'm brash, volatile, vital & out of control. I'm wise in life but the lifelong search for peace has not cooled my jets. I'm a spiritualist and spirit hunter but down to earth and often salty. I thirst for more life and new adventures.

At one time I was cataloguing what I called “past lives and connections” I still have all the notes. I've written them into a series.

My old identity song was "Little Old Lady from Pasadena" except I would never drive a car that fast.

In my Children of Stone series, I teach what I have seen in my dreams...many times what I saw became prophecy

100 years ago I would have been in a madhouse.

In sane moments I am devoted wife of Dr. Jackie Woldering, mother of two grown children, grandmother of three, and servant of three cats.

Your favorite stone – one that speaks to you. Mine is Black opal or black goldstone

Black Opal

Prize Stone bookmark

Children of Stone - Voices in Crystal

Book Covers

Voices In Crystal

"We are children made of stone

Tiny voices are as grains of sand

Come to Us Marai

Man of Ai

Man of the sand"

When Marai, a shepherd living at the foot of Mt. Sinai in the third millennium BC, sings to his goddess one night, he sees a falling star. Tracking it he discovers a strange vessel containing crystalline entities resembling earthly stones and gems: The Children of Stone. The Children delight in this simple shepherd and his songs of love. They ask him to host their intelligence; to bring them to the sages and priests who have spent their lives seeking the wisdom of the stars. When he agrees, he is transformed into a godlike being. Still a passionate shepherd at heart, Marai gathers others, like lambs to his fold. His journey to the wise men of ancient Kemet won't be easy. Things hidden that wait in darkness, are always there.

Chapter 1 Night Songs


“O beautiful one, Asher-ellit;

Immaculate one of the goddesses,

Torch of Heaven and earth,

Radiance of all the lands,

Goddess ‘Lady of Heaven',

First-begotten of Sin,

First-born of Ningal,

Sweet sister of Shamas

O Asher-Anu, you rule the heavens;

Oh Queen of Morning and Evening Sky,"


Marai's voice rose like the drone of a horn.


“Come bless me this starry night.

Shine for one who begs to serve you.

Come bless me this starry night."


Each phrase the shepherd sang to his goddess was different from the one that came before it. He never planned his songs of worship. In each part of his song, Marai worshiped a particular aspect of his beloved, yet dreaded goddess.

Do you hear me sweet one? He asked the night sky between verses. Tonight might be the last one for a long time. He noticed his hands were up in supplication, as if they were holding his song aloft for her. Only the stars answered with their quiet twinkles. Maybe there’s nothing to sing to. Maybe Sheb is right. Maybe it is time to go. He let his arms drop after a few moments, then trudged cheerlessly into the inner recesses of his cave home to collapse in sleep. I should sing some more…try one more time. On a night like this I used to sing till dawn. I have to think. Tired. Too tired.

Marai hadn't felt quite as bad about eating with his family and the traders who had camped for the night. His massive shoulders sagged until he formed the outline of a vulture. Stepping outside he sat down on the stone ledge that formed a natural porch before it fell away into craggy descent.

It’s you, my bride of a summer, buried by the time of the misting snow. The shepherd mused, turning to look at the makeshift pole to Ashera and the softer place in the shadows. He couldn’t see it in the dark cave, but he knew his wife lay there, the bones of her arms embracing the baby girl born still as she herself died. Ilara. I have been here feeding your ghost and quietly watching the sky. Marai reflected.

He shunned the company of the travelers who moved through his family's way station on the Copper Road seeking shade, water and supplies as they headed west to Kemet and parts north.

Tonight his thoughts weren't so solidly on the goddess, even though he sang heartily enough to her. He was singing a farewell.

It still hurts my heart to go. The big shepherd rose and began his song again. As he sang, he paused from time to time to see if anyone from the encampment below was annoyed by the melodious baritone he sent up beyond the heavens.


You change our fates,

Evil turns to good;

I have sought you for so long among the gods;

I have offered all to you;

Come bless me this starry night"

30 minutes in.

Giveaway #3 If you could travel in time back or forward, where would you go and who would you like to meet?

Prize e-book 1 or 2 of Children of Stone

I would like to meet the REAL royalty featured in my novels, King Menkaure and especially the real Prince Hordjedtef and others to see if they were anything like I imagined.

Egyptian Stone

Children of Stone – Going Forth by Day

Going Forth By Day


Shu lifts me up,

the Souls of On set up a stairway for me in order to reach the Above,

and Nut puts her hand on me

just as she did for Asar on the day when he died

...Pyramid Texts, inscribed on the walls of King Unas tomb 5th Dynasty c. 2345 BC


Marai, a former shepherd who discovered a fallen 'star' and was gifted with amazing abilities by the unearthly Children of Stone, has been separated from those he loves. Kept apart by forces seeking to control all of them, they must independently grow to understand their own powers while continuing their journey to wisdom. Will they be reunited? Will Marai rise up and begin to Go Forth By Day? Will those who care for him survive without his guidance and love?

Going Forth By Day, the second book in the Children of Stone series, is the story of Marai's companions, Ariennu, Deka, and Naibe-Ellit. Through their involvement in the lives of the royalty of ancient Kemet, new alliances form, loyalties shift, and the comfortable lives of some are shaken to their core.

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Mary Woldering | 14 comments If you are here, please post answers to a question or two here. I am sitting in the pink lotus room waiting to answer you.

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Mary Woldering | 14 comments Samantha wrote: "I am on the sofa, in my living room in Hillsborough, North Carolina, enjoying a quiet day."

Thanks Samantha. You have no idea how much it means to have a person actually speak to me.

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Mary Woldering | 14 comments Here is and Excerpt from Book 2 Going Forth by DAy from the chapter entitled Ariennu and the King. In this Ari experiences an emotional and psychically powerful session with King Menkaure

The day had been particularly draining for King Menkaure. He didn’t tell Ariennu why this evening and she knew not to ask. Ari rubbed his shoulders with hot oil the way she did every night, but once he relaxed she bent forward to whisper quite seductively in his ear:

“Your Great Majesty... What is it His Highness, the Great One of Five, places in your wine to calm you in the evening?”

The king raised one brow, pausing at her audacity in questioning his trusted uncle, but then reflected on her words. His hand reached up to pat her hand, affectionately. “You worry for your king,” his expression, at first paternal, grew distant.

Ari sensed something in the tone of his voice at that moment, but didn’t truly understand the nature of his thoughts. He seemed detached. The words ‘my death’ formed in her heart. She wondered if the king was thinking of the curse on him and perhaps if he really would die soon.

The only “king” she had ever considered at that point was Marai. She thought of the luxury in which she had lived these past few days, but also thought of the dreadful emptiness in her life as she lived in the service of these two different godly men.

Quiet, yet gentle and reassuring words that seemed to be part of a spell or a prayer filtered through her thoughts. It was as if Marai recited them to her through time. Her instincts told her to repeat them, that they would comfort the man in her care. She whispered them in Menkaure’s ear as they played in her heart: “If emptiness flourishes, my king cannot take his food... If my king flourishes, emptiness cannot take its food.”

The thrill of her words raced through both men’s hearts; one struggling in the depth of a deathlike dream, the other dreaming of death in a candle-lit room.

“The words...” Menkaure paused. What seemed to be a tear caught in the corner of one of his eyes. His lower lip dimpled slightly. “How is it that a woman such as yourself, a sojourner, knows them? They are taught to the sacred only,” the king blinked, then moved his lips to her ear. “Do you know the rest?” he asked. “Gladden my sad heart, woman of the fire. Speak her words to me so I can hear them again.”

Ariennu felt her own heart skip as a quiet spirit drifted through her. She suddenly felt as young as a new woman who was still learning about life and all of its joyous mysteries. At first she thought it was Naibe’s essence, but then she knew it was a different young woman who had died. Goddess. A goddess... he loved a young goddess, but she was taken from him. He did not protect her! All at once, her heart thrilled to the sound of the king’s words. She had never heard these words before. She couldn’t explain to him how she knew them, or why, other than because of her own temptation to use heka, she felt compelled to repeat them.

“Take me with you, beloved, that I may eat of what you eat,” she spoke calmly but realized that such a spoken devotion asked for love beyond the tomb. She could never give anyone but Marai that kind of devotion.

The king rose from his couch to fetch the onyx cup which was sitting near the edge of the coals in the brazier. He poured a little more from an ewer into the cup to cool the warmed contents, then sat on his couch, crossed his legs, and faced her. “Close your eyes, woman,” he gently commanded her.

Ariennu closed her eyes obediently. Menkaure reached up and sweetly touched her closed eyelids as if he was blessing them, then spoke the companion piece to her words: “That I may eat of what you eat... that I may drink of what you drink, that I may be strong ...” his voice broke here and Ariennu almost opened her eyes when she heard him pause. “That whereby you are strong...” Then, he tipped the vessel to her lips. She sipped a quarter of the draught. “Open your eyes to me woman of wisdom, Your s...” he started, but stopped himself.

Ariennu knew he had been about to say: Your servant begs you.

45 minutes in. You can have up to 50+ comments by now. Keep on top of them…

My website, where you can find more is

There I feature articles of humor and history, excerpts, interviews and events.

You’ll learn where I will be signing books

You’ll be first to have access to Book 3 Opener of the Sky (Coming in Fall 2016) and see other projects take shape: Book 4 Into the Lotus and Steampunk/time travel Short “Miss Hattie and the Hoppers.” Which features a couple of fellas on a road trip through time in a flying/transforming steamboat/car.

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Samantha (mirymom) I know that pain! Just because you build it doesn't mean they will come. description

Mary wrote: "Thanks Samantha. You have no idea how much it means to have a person actually speak to me."

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Mary Woldering | 14 comments I've now deleted all of my double posts and attempted to clean things up a bit. Do consider commenting on just about "Any ole thing"

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Mary Woldering | 14 comments I think you have to be able to afford a pro or perhaps have a degree in web-marketing in addition to a book that can't be ignored and screams at the reading public that it MUST BE BOUGHT and READ and REVIEWED and talked up in every walk of life. Then they will come.
For now, I will just be entertaining LOL! See my web page

I talk about a lot of things.......
Like the end of the Curse of Cleveland in the first, Twitter Posts,
Adventures in live sales and signings.
In the second I feature and article
but you have to read what that has to do with ancient Egypt.

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Mary Woldering | 14 comments Now this has been fun in a nerve-wracking way I'm presenting Angela B. Chrysler next

A wonderful soul

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Mary Woldering | 14 comments Samantha wrote: "I know that pain! Just because you build it doesn't mean they will come. Mary wrote: "Thanks Samantha. You have no idea how much it means to have a person actually speak to me.""

Looks like you were the only one who commented. If you can message me I will send you a bookmark :-) Thanks again...and I stole the meme.

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