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Saving Leilaka NEW RELEASE
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PUDDING makes everything better

Chapter 1:
Han wakes up from Crio-sleep to find himself in the worst possible situation . . .
Chapter 2:
Trying desperately to sort out his befuddled memory, Han is captured. Not understanding the language makes it difficult to determine friend or foe . . .
Chapter 3:
Han meets Strongclaw as well as himself . . .
Chapter 4:
To his utter dismay, Han starts hearing unspoken voices, seeing ghosts and energy particles . . .

Adventures with Moira
Commitment and Loyalty


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Preserving Creata (Book 1 of The Chronicles of Han Series)
Part 1
Chapter 1:
The start of an amazing adventure. Learning curve. Innocent and naive, Han is subjected to a crash course in opening his metaphysical abilities.
Chapter 2:
Han's first day as a rookie officer, tentative steps leading quickly to out of control consequences.
Chapter 3:
Han starts experimenting with his gifts and meets one of his spirit guides.
Chapter 4:
Promoted from Rookie Uniforms to Psychic Detective, Han receives a crash course in his new function.
Chapter 5:
Han starts using his Mediumship and Psychic skills to gain insight into murder investigations.
Chapter 6:
Han investigates the Life Memory of another Detective, as well as making use of his Psychic skills to locate a kidnapped girl.
Chapter 7:
Han's first excruciating experience in physically changing into what was needed of him to accomplish his destiny.
Chapter 8:
As a hectic schedule is required from Han, he quickly comes to the conclusion that psychic work takes its toll on a person.


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Total Recall of Past Lives

I was asked why people do not recall all of their previous lives in a new incarnation. This is but one of the reasons.

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"Why do you not speak to us? Why do you not confide in us what you know, what upsets you so?" Kosima asked me.
"A long time ago Racewater asked me the same type of question. He wished to know what I see and why I do not share what I know. I am giving you the same answer I had given him.
For my function I must know more than any living person would ever need to know in any incarnation.
Only a tiny amount of the information I need, or are aware of, is intended to be used by Creatans.
That which is meant for you, I give freely when it is the time to do so. That which is not meant for you, will stay with me and be my burden to bear, no matter how difficult or hard it is to do so."
She hugged me close, placing her forehead against the back of my neck.
"But you suffer alone in your agony of things we can not even start to comprehend. Can you . . . at least . . . describe some of it so we may understand and be sympathetic to your cause when you are not yourself?"
I lay there, contemplating if it would be wise to at least let them know some of what I struggled with.
Kosima worked her hand in under my cotton shirt to stroke my chest, gently tracing the outlines of my scar.
"Universal things" I told her. "I am aware of the ripples we create with our daily actions and thoughts, as well as where it touches other areas of creation.
I am aware of the work going on behind the veils, within the formless areas where time does not exist.
I battle with the demons of the memories and reminders of my own lives lived before.
I draw lines to events happening here that had happened before, which left me with knowledge on how to deal more appropriately with situations in my current incarnation.
Of these lives I so clearly remember, almost nothing is allowed to be shared, with people here.
It is a curse, and I guess, a blessing, to remember most of your lives and adventures while in incarnated form.
But it does interfere many times with what I am supposed to be doing. The emotions are still intense in many of them and the memories acute and excruciatingly clear, most of the time, when I concentrate on it, or are reminded specifically of an event."
She listened to me, processing the information.
"And these previous memories, you can not contain them or suppress them?"
"I manage to do so, most of the time. Then it becomes a jumble of vague images, a cloud drifting at the back of my mind, threatening to burst open in lightning bolts and pouring with emotion.
It tires me to keep this tide at bay."
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Training in the art of Astral Walking
- Excerpt from Saving Leilaka

Moira was quite thrilled when I informed her about what had been decided and planned for her future. Eager to start the process, she was like a child, not giving any thought as to the consequences, just happy at the prospect of having a new toy to play with.
But soon, as I discussed things with her, she realized that this was very real and not just a game.
I informed her that she would have to be able to Consciously Astral Walk in order for her to finalise her transformation into a Tiamat.
But, Han. I do not know how to walk in the Astral. I do not even know if Huracan can do so? she asked, a bit more reserved as the reality of the situation she found herself in sank in.
If Raman can do it, so can you I encouraged her. *How do you think he guided me when I came here? He took hold of me while in Astral, flying me to where my spirit was needed.
That is how he introduced you to me when you were born. Do you even remember that moment?*
She thought back.
I am not sure if it was a dream. I can remember seeing you, then Raman told me to bite you, which I did.
She smiled at this memory of our first meeting.
It was when you gave me this I told her, showing her the scar on the inside of my wrist.
The Huracan Mark.
We were bonded even then. We will be bonded forever.
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Halfway through breakfast a Raven made his appearance on the windowsill.
"Give me some" he ordered me, following the demand with an indignant squawk.
"Excuse me?" I asked the bird.
He hopped onto the bed, cocked his head so he had one beady black eye on me and demanded again "Give me some!"
I gave him a piece of the bread.
He pecked it out of my fingers without harming me, swallowing the piece whole.
"More" he insisted.
I put the plate down in front of him.
He ate every last crumb before hopping onto my lap.
Here he settled, comfortably starting to preen his feathers.
"I'm Han" I introduced myself.
"I'm Strongclaw" he replied.
"How can you understand me?" I wanted to know from the bird.
"How can you understand me?" he wanted to know back.
I had no way of knowing.
Strongclaw hopped back onto the windowsill.
"Thank you" he squawked before flying off.

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Truth is a Complicated Business
- Excerpt from Saving Leilaka

"We see you as a Divine Being" Prahava informed me after a short period of silence. "What would you say is the Prescription to lead an honourable life?"

"This is an interesting question I have not been asked before" I replied, taking a moment to formulate an answer.

"It is my opinion that one should always live in a manner that is non-harming to yourself, nature, the animal kingdom or your fellow man" I replied with conviction.

"If you live honourably, you should be able to expect others to do onto you as you would do onto your loved ones. That is a good rule to stick to, but I know it is a flawed rule, for there are dishonourable people out there and you must always be alert.

Live in truthfulness, for the Universe records everything, and you would never need to worry to remember lies" I laughed.

Prahava did not think it funny and scowled at me. Okay, so he was not one for witticisms.

"What about not disclosing the truth? Is that an untruth as well?" he asked. "Being a Diplomat, we do not disclose everything about ourselves or our countries. It is not in our best interest to allow other people to know everything about ourselves. It could become dangerous."

"In this regard I am sure it is best not to disclose all of the truth. As you have seen, and come to experience from me, I cannot disclose everything I know, see or foresee to those around me. I only reveal that which they need to know. The rest I keep for myself."

"This I have seen" Prahava confirmed. "You only tell us what you perceive we can handle, or are ready for. The rest you keep securely hidden behind shields not even I can infiltrate with my gift of clairvoyance."

He sighed, thinking about things. "Then if you say 'tell the truth', for me it means to disclose only that which is not going to harm anyone."

I smiled. Truth was a complicated business. In my incarnated lives as Han Storm, in my Soul-span as Hanuman, I have always had to hide the Actual Truth. For many reasons; from silly ones such as people not wanting to accept my truth, to being persecuted for who I truly am. It had never been the ideal to reveal all that I was, all that I knew, and even here on Leilaka, I constantly used illusion in different forms to hide myself, the truth about MySelf, and the truth these people did not need to know.

"You are absolutely correct. We get different kinds of Truth" I told Prahava. "Your truth, my truth and the Actual Truth are just part of it."

To this he responded with a deepening frown.

"The Public Truth is what we allow others to know and see about ourselves" I continued with my explanation. "That is our public personality or public appearance.

The Personal Truth is what we know about ourselves; that which we are not willing to disclose to outsiders, but willing to disclose to our family or very close friends.

Then you get your Internal Truth. This is what you know about yourself and will never share with anyone else. It is also what you believe to be your Truth."

"And the Actual Truth is as it has been recorded by the Record-Keepers" Prahava concluded.

"Correct. The Cosmic Truth includes all of these different perceptions as well as the Actual Truth. This is where those that know how to use the Recording Halls, can go to in order to see or find the Actual, emotionless, unabridged Truth about a situation."

"Only when you are allowed, and I am not" Prahava stated.

More sighing followed from both of us. The Universe was a complex place.

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Pudding makes everything better
- Adventures with Moira
Excerpt from Saving Leilaka

We were far out over the sea when I returned from my internal reflection. Moira was aware of the content as I had kept an active connection to her. She seemed ill at ease with what she was feeling through our blend, not quite sure what to make of the content, aware that raising Huracanets were probably a much easier task compared to what she had been witness to.
With my attention back on my physical environment, I could appreciate Moira skimming the golden waves, racing dolphin-like creatures that were trying to jump up at us, resulting in salt water splashing over us.
After a few more minutes of indulgence I asked Moira to take us higher and she did so, gliding to a comfortable height from where we could see an incredible area below us.
From our angle, the area to the South was just sea. The coastline faced North, highlighted in green, grey and yellow where the desert area was to the West.
Moira climbed higher while changing direction towards home.
All seemed well with Leilaka and I felt content.
After giving Moira permission to return to Leilaka, she closed her wings, dropping like a rock towards the sea, necessitating me to hang on, tears being forced from my eyes because of the cold and her speed.
Before crashing into the sea, she levelled out, gliding towards the land.
We flew over the Western Colonies where the Huracan were chatting up a storm so early in the morning, their noise overwhelming in the clear air currents.
The Huracanets are hatching and everyone is excited. It would be the third year that young ones are born. You still have many Riders who need to return Moira informed me.
Looking down as we passed, I could see only adults sitting on the rocks, sunning themselves before the hunt for fish would commence.
Are you accepted by the Colony? I wanted to know from her, watching Elms Wood pass underneath us. She was heading for the mountains.
I may come and go as I please. They disclose what they have to, to me, but I am not a friend to them. Neither have I been accepted as a Colony member. Even if Raman is the most famous Huracan ever born into their society, they do not accept his strange daughter. I am as much an outcast as you are amongst the peoples of Leilaka.
She said it without regret. It was a fact of her life. She felt being connected to me was all that mattered anyway. What other people or Huracan thought of her was none of her concern. As long as I loved her and was proud of her, she was happy.
She landed between trees in a gully, asking me to wait for her while she hunted. The wild goats had left the immediate area of Floverne and she had to extend her hunting grounds.
What are you going to teach the little ones to eat? I wanted to know from her while slipping off her back. She was a predominantly meat eater while Lance preferred fish, as did the Colony.
It is still being debated she told me, disappearing between some trees. I think it wise that we should teach them to eat both as we had to learn to do. Lance wants to stay traditional and go with fish that is easier to catch.
She was quiet for a while and I joined her consciously.
She was stalking a small deer. There were no goats on the menu today.
With a roar that left the stunned animal standing for a second longer than it should have, she jumped on it, crushing its spine with her weight while her strong jaws mashed its neck and head.
I told him he was lazy she informed me while holding onto her catch, waiting for the last bloody bubbles to subside.
Today she actually encouraged me to stay blended with her, as if scared that we would be separated permanently with all the changes that were occurring in our lives. Time for ourselves has grown scarce, having to share each other consciously with other people.
She ripped the skin off the carcass, starting to chew on pieces of warm, bloody flesh. The scent of fresh blood permeated my nostrils, strangely not making me nauseous as it sometimes did.
She was enjoying her meal and I was sharing in her delight.
I shared in your enjoyment of the substance you call Cacao. I just wished you to feel my pleasure at this deer as well. This is my pudding, as you call it.
I understood. She was trying to tell me that she did enjoy life and shared consciously in my enjoyment.
I waited patiently where she had left me, keeping the blend, sharing the deer, her ecstasy when she crushed the thicker bones between her jaws and the sweet marrow ran down her throat.
Eventually she was satisfied, her belly so full that this meal would last her a few days.
She found a trickling of water between some trees where she washed herself clean before rolling in some bracken to give her scales a good rubdown.
Then she returned to me, holding her head level with my chest, asking for a cuddle.
Embracing her huge head, she lifted me off my feet for a few seconds before putting me down.
I miss you immensely she told me.
As I you I replied, climbing on her back so she could return me to my duties.
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Astral Travel Training Continues (Part 2)
Han gives introductory Astral Training to the volunteers on his team
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