Posted by: TA Sullivan | April 21, 2015

Dante’s Equation

emerging2A universal wave that defines our reality…that is the key plot item to a book I just finished reading. The odd thing is, that although it’s a book of fiction, it brings together several concepts I have researched and studied for years.

If you believe some of the studies I have researched, we (as individuals) are a composite of frequencies, and one part of our individual frequencies contain the “universal frequency” of our reality. It’s what links us to this moment and this place. If we altered that link, that universal frequency, we might suddenly no longer exist in this reality. Instead, we would be in a different reality—perhaps one that is so close to our current one that we would be hard pressed to identify the differences, but it would be different.

If we alter that linking frequency in one way, we’re in an alternate reality; if we alter it another, we move from the physical plane to what? The astral plane? After all, the physical plane is only separated from the astral plane by a small shift in frequency. For instance, if all of physical reality (all the streams of physical reality that exist) exist within a frequency range of 0 – 100, then the astral plane is probably 100.1 – 200. And each reality within the astral plane is a separate frequency, just as each reality in the physical plane is a separate frequency. So, while astral matter is more pliable than physical matter, I would image that there are still some common realities that people go to in order to learn certain lessons, such as the reality of a brimstone and fire hell, and the reality of clouds and angels—how common are those? Perhaps there are realities that mimic the various realities on the physical plane, so that experiences can be reworked and revisited and the lessons learned.

But back to Earth and this reality. If the whole physical reality is in a frequency between 0 and 100, then where is our reality…50 – 52, or 48 – 50? Maybe it’s not so close to the middle, maybe it’s more skewed than that…maybe we’re closer to 35 – 37 or 60 – 62.

And what happens to the me in the reality I shift to (provided there is a me there), if I’m able to shift my linking frequency? Do we meet and cancel each other out? Does my moving into the next reality, push the me that’s there forward or backward, creating one big chain reaction of pushing ad infinitum? And if I push the me from that reality out and take her place, then when (and if) I shift back to my own reality, does the other me slip back to her world, too? My mind boggles (which is an interesting game, by the way—do we have a headache yet?)

Another concept I found in this novel that was interesting, was how the astral plane worked. Now the author didn’t call the realities where the different characters ended up the astral plane, but to me it was so obvious that no label was needed. When the protagonists were subjected to a pulse, it shifted their universal frequency link and each of them then found themselves in a world ideally suited to showing them their main life lesson.

Two found themselves in a world of wondrous technology, but what they found was that people didn’t matter, only the technology did. At first, this was great because they loved technology. However, the more they realized how little people meant, the colder and less ideal their “chosen” world seemed to them.

Another character who believed he knew what God wanted and never thought people showed enough respect (to him and to God) found himself in a world where the rules were so rigid and so strict that only blind obedience was acceptable. He soon found that this was not the type of faith that he wanted, nor the type of faith he wanted to foist onto others.

So, it went for each character, as they confronted the worst in themselves and came to realize how narrow and shallow they really were. Exactly the types of lessons you would expect to encounter in the astral planes.

Once they acknowledged the blinders that they had worn, they were able to return their individual frequencies to what they needed to be in order to return to their own reality.

Now, while the author took some liberties in the way she got them back to their own reality, and in how they actually get to the astral plane (she had them traveling to the astral plane as full physical beings), it was still a very thought-provoking and intriguing book. More than anything it makes me want to ask the author which of Nick Herbert’s publishings she has read, and what gave her the idea in the first place. I think it would be utterly fascinating to sit down and discuss some of these concepts with the author, to see where she got her ideas from, and what her feelings are about multiple realities.

So, if you love a book that will make you question and think, then I highly recommend that you read Dante’s Equation by Jane Jensen.

Posted by: TA Sullivan | April 9, 2015

Is there proof of an afterlife?

My Life as a PsychopompTNT has a new show starting in June called “Proof”. I must admit, I am intrigued…from the little bit I’ve been able to find about it, it sounds as if it could be interesting. The premise is this:

Rich old guy, afraid of death and dying, hires young doctor to research life after death and bring him proof that there is some sort of existence beyond this world. So, she investigates NDEs (near death experiences), psychics, mediums (and yes, there is a difference—psychics can read people’s energies, intuit possible future events, and sense other people’s emotions (among other things); while mediums speak to dead people), reincarnation reports, OBE reports (out of body experiences), hauntings, and other paranormal and death-related happenings in an effort to find “proof”.

Depending on how they treat the subject the show could be helpful in bringing death and dying out of the closet and into the light, or it could simply push it further into the corner of that dark, cluttered closet where no one will be bothered by it. I understand that it’s TV, which automatically indicates that any information it provides will be diluted and inundated with melodrama. However, there’s melodrama and there’s high-camp. If they go the route of camp and ridiculousness (ala the TV show, Ghost Hunters, or the movie, Ghost Busters) then they will do nothing to improve people’s understanding of physical death and spiritual life (not to mention, losing me as a viewer ;-}. However, if they stick with the melodrama, they might actually be able to help people understand that death is not scary, and what happens after the body dies is not scary. As an escort to those newly transitioning from and to physical life, I can assure you that life goes on…in a different way than what we experience now here on Earth, but it does continue. I don’t know how anyone could actually prove that consciousness and “life” exists beyond the physical world, though. It’s not as if you can scribble it out in a formula, or build a measuring device that would definitively prove to everyone that life doesn’t end when the physical body dies. But then again, what is acceptable as proof is different for everyone. Some will accept only what they can see, hear, taste, or feel, while others what all the scientific jargon and formulas to back it up. That’s the type of person that even if you could them across the border into death and bring them back, they would find some other explanation for what they experienced. After all, people can only accept what they wish to accept; it’s the way our brains are made. If it’s outside our experiences and expectations, then we can either expand our acceptance factor and acknowledge it as something we never experienced, but could be true, or we can block it and find a more reasonable (to us) explanation to it—something that will fit within our mental model of what is real, possible, and true. That’s why for some people there are miracles, and for others common occurrences. A child becomes gravely ill, and is treated by a modern healer and is cured—this can be a miracle to someone not familiar with or accepting of modern medicine; while for others it is just the natural occurrence and result of taking antibiotics. So, what proof would you need to accept that physical life isn’t the be-all end-all of existence, or do you already accept that this isn’t all there is?

Posted by: TA Sullivan | April 5, 2015

WooHoo!

The paperback is now available, and the ebook is too. And to think, it only took 25 years!

For better or for worse, it’s out there now, just waiting for readers to find it.

 

Happy reading, Friends!

Posted by: TA Sullivan | March 23, 2015

The Slurvians are Among Us!

panicLast week I received an email from a grade school teacher and friend asking for gently used clothes and household items. She went on to explain that these “hammy downs” would be used to help “diss dressed” families. (Of course, if these families were dissed for the way they dressed, I’m not sure any of my contributions would help.)

Then, over the weekend I read a newspaper health column about the dangers of high blood pressure. It seems that if you leave it untreated you could be susceptible to “my grain headaches.” (It wasn’t clear to me whether that was related to being allergic to gluten, but it certainly made me rethink my choice of having cereal for breakfast.)

While this is only two of the most recent incidents, it made me realize that the Slurvians were here, and they were beginning to take over. In fact, if you take the time to notice, you’ll find evidence of them almost everywhere.

Go out to Google and check…there are 202,000 results for “lactose and tolerant,” 178,000 for “all in tents and purposes” (and that wasn’t including the camping stores), and 16,000 hits for “infer structure.”

It’s the Slurvians…they’re taking the English language and turning it into…well, Slurvian. They’re hell-bent on taking our beloved English language and twisting it into something strange and bizarre. They have no regard for tradition, rules, or structure. They can take the simplest of words and phrases and make them into something unrecognizable.

We have to band together and stay strong. It’s the only way to keep the language safe. The difficulty is in recognizing these Slurvians. They’re insidious and clever, yet completely normal looking. They could be your friend, your co-worker, or your next-door-neighbor. But, no matter how innocuous they seem, you can’t trust them. If you’re not careful, they’ll take over your writing and turn you into a Slurvian, too.

 

[With special thanks to Richard Lederer, who introduced the term “Slurvian” in his 1987 Dell book Anguished English.]
Posted by: TA Sullivan | March 17, 2015

The Whisperers…

healer

A swirl of energy guides me nowadays

Is it positive thinking, or just a foolish refusal to face reality? I wish I knew.

There’s an energy flow that is swirling around me right now that no matter how hard I try to ignore, I just can’t. It’s an odd energy (for me) to deal with. You see, I consider myself a realist, and sometimes even a bit of a pessimist. I may joke about striking it rich someday, but in my own mind I know I’ll always be a worker bee, not a lady of leisure.

Yet, whenever I turn my focus to my novel and everything I still need to do to get it ready for publishing, that glimmer of energy starts up again. I feel as if someone is whispering in my ear, giving me gentle nudges, and helping me find the right steps along my path.

Sometimes what they whisper to me is cautions and reminders (like “remember to check the subplot to ensure that it was picked up properly by all the participants”), and other times it’s reassurances such as when I start doubting myself (and I do that a lot). And I know you could say that it’s just my own inner voice talking to me, but that’s just it…it’s not. I’ve heard my inner voice, and it doesn’t sound like this. Especially, the reassuring voice that has been helping to keep me calm and on track.

When it comes to time issues, I’m very much an impatient, DO IT RIGHT NOW type of person. Yet, every time I feel that person starting to emerge, this gentle, calming voice whispers to me and my impatience seems to fall apart and dissipate…but only in relation to The Book. The voice doesn’t whisper to me when I’m sitting in traffic and ticked off about being late for my doctor’s appointment; nor is it there when I’m standing in line waiting at the grocer’s when I’d rather be outside enjoying the lovely sunshine.

It’s all about The Book lately, and I’m not sure why. But something inside of me, along side of me, watching over me, keeps telling me that this book is different. This book is important. And no matter how many times I say to myself, “…but it’s just a novel…”, that whisperer responds that it isn’t just anything, that it’s much more than I realize.

Now, don’t get me wrong…this whisperer isn’t telling me that The Book will make me rich; it’s not even saying that The Book will make me famous. However, the feeling I get is that there is something important about the story I wrote; something that needs to be told. It’s as if the story I wrote and the events occurring now in our world are somehow intertwined. Yet, the book doesn’t even take place on Earth, but [shrug]…I don’t know. I can’t really explain it, and I make my living using words to explain things so that others can understand. But this…well how do you explain something, you’re not really clear on yourself?

I guess I’ll just keep plodding along, following my path, and letting the whisperers help me along…after all, they haven’t led me astray at least so far.

So, if you see someone standing in the middle of the sidewalk, head cocked to the side as if listening to someone who isn’t there…it’s probably someone (like me) listening to his or her “guides” whisper directions and suggestions.

Front Cover Concept for The Starstone

Front Cover Concept for The Starstone

 

Posted by: TA Sullivan | March 14, 2015

Oooh, a new marketing toy…

I couldn’t sleep last night, so I decided to use my time to research ways of incorporating blatant ads into my blog. I know, I know…no one likes commercials. But let’s face it, if I don’t push my books, who will?

I may never make a living off of them, but I’m still proud of them, and want to share the information. So, I tried creating a short audio…I know the quality’s not great, but I thought I did pretty well for being over tired, bleary-eyed, and up waaaay past my bedtime.

try this

I also played around with a free presentation software available from Google. The results are fairly basic, and hardly of the quality of most of the vids available on YouTube, but then again, it’s my first attempt, too. So, have listen, take a look…

Book synopsis

 

My Life as a Psychopomp

 

Posted by: TA Sullivan | March 8, 2015

Can you hear me now?

liteningI lost my voice 2 days ago. I’ve looked everywhere for it, but it’s just not here.

I think it went on holiday…can’t say as how I blame it. I mean, it’s not like I ever really let it out much. Most of my communication is (and always has been) via my writing–letters, emails, notes, texts, stories, books. I seldom actually speak. I can go a whole week and only speak to one person (my husband)…and yes, I do have a full-time, 9-to-5, corporate job. However, even with the full-time employment, I communicate via email, post-its, and other means of written documentation.

It’s strange, to me, though. I thought I would miss having my voice, but I really don’t. A few more people (than normal) think I’m rather stuffy and snooty because I didn’t respond to their “hellos” as we passed in the hallway (well, I did respond, just not verbally…I twiddled my fingers or nodded to them). But overall, being unable to speak hasn’t really changed my life at all. My husband is enjoying the brief respite, and my cell bill may be a bit higher since I’m unable to use the phone feature and have to rely on texting and email instead. But, then (as I said), that was always my preferred method of interaction anyway.

I always wondered what it would be like to lose one of my senses–hearing, sight, speech–but trying to imagine it isn’t quite the same as actually experiencing it. I always thought, losing my sight would be the worst (no more books, movies, or nature sites), and sound the least problematic (I so love the sound of silence). As for speech or vocalizations, they weren’t really in the running at all. But now that my voice has gone on holiday for a while, I’m beginning to realize that I really don’t miss it at all.

I remember reading in Stephen King’s “The Stand” about how life is incomplete without communication. You can have a thought, but if you have no way to communicate or share that thought with someone else, then the process is incomplete. But there are ways of communicating other than vocalizations, and I’m partial to writing. So, if I were to lose the ability to write, text, or type, I might be more upset, but obviously losing my ability to speak isn’t that a big deal (at least to me).

Therefore, I’ll keep my sight and my hearing (still love my music, after all), but the voice…well, I just hope that it’s having a good time wherever it has taken off to…I imagine it sitting on a beach somewhere, soaking in the sun and drinking mai-tais. But hey, for all I know, it’s out skiing somewhere; racing downhill and screaming for all its worth. Whatever it’s doing, and wherever it is, I certainly hope it is enjoying itself. After all, I fully expect it to stick around for a while once it finally decides to come back home.

Posted by: TA Sullivan | February 27, 2015

Author bios…does anyone read them?

bookbackAuthor bios…does anyone ever read them?

It’s an interesting question to me, because I’m back to struggling with whether I should include a bio or not on my upcoming book; and, if I do, what information to include.

When I released my non-fiction books I agonized over what to do, but in the end, I didn’t include a bio on either of them. The Psychopomp book was autobiographical; therefore, I was already openly sharing myself and my life with complete strangers, what more could I offer. As for the Dream Symbol book, well…there was little in my background to indicate why I was qualified to interpret dreams or offer advice on interpreting dreams. (I mean, I’ve been interpreting dreams since I was a kid, but only for myself and any people who ask me—friends, family, acquaintances, co-workers. It’s not like I advertise it as a talent, make money from it, or make note of it on my resume or anything. It’s just something I’ve always done.)

So, now here I am getting ready to publish my first novel and wondering what qualifications do I have that would make anyone want to read my novel versus anyone else’s book? What can I say about myself that might intrigue someone enough to want to check out The Starstone?

I started to think about my own experiences. When I was growing up, I spent hours roaming libraries and book shops looking for books. The first thing I always noted was the title and the book cover. If those caught my attention, the book at least got removed from the shelf for a closer inspection. Then came the story synopsis…if it sounded good, I would read a chapter or two to see if I liked the author’s writing style.

The last thing I would check out was the author’s blurb. What I remember about those was that I wanted to know if the romance was written by a glamorous (or handsome), romantic-type person (Danielle Steele comes to mind, with her gorgeous photos and luxurious-sounding lifestyle); and was the adventure/thriller written by a dashing daredevil (Clive Cussler and his dashing Dirk Pitt were a daring duo).

But other bios that were quirky, humorous, or somehow stood out to me, might just get me to read a book that I was on the fence about. Perhaps the plot summary was just so-so, or the cover rather plain, but if the author bio made me laugh, it would make the book worth a look-see.

So, how about you? Do you read author bios and why?

authorpage

Posted by: TA Sullivan | February 20, 2015

Evolution of a Story (Part 4)

emergingBy the time I got back to my series, more years had gone by. So much had changed – in my life, in the world – I wasn’t sure how much of what I had written or plotted was even worth keeping anymore.

I had evolved as a writer both professionally and personally. Not only had I taken on more responsibility at my 9-to-5 job (writing more complex manuals and documents, and acting as an editor and designer), I had also replaced my newsletters with a blog.

The blog gave me the freedom to experiment with stories, mixed media, and reporting in ways I never dreamed of. I could present researched articles based on historical or current events, I could write articles based on personal experiences, or I could simply indulge my passion for story telling. Whatever I wanted to write, I could.

This new medium gave me a freedom not available just a few years before. I could  branch out in any direction I wanted. My own personal writing voice evolved and grew stronger; my understanding of how to write for a specific type of audience expanded; and my knowledge about storytelling grew.

The book industry had also evolved. While traditional publishers still existed, they were struggling. Technology had moved to a level that had at one time, seemed to be science fiction. Now electronic books were not only possible, they were gaining in popularity. This made it easier for outsiders (like me) to gain a foothold in the book industry. The stigma of being an independent author was being wiped out by this new booming industry. I had dipped my toes into the waters of independent publishing with a few books combining my poetry and photographs, and while they weren’t mega-sellers, I was still excited to be a part of this new world.

Somewhere along the path of this journey, the story I was trying to tell also evolved. It was no longer just a mash up of past life memories combined with my mediocre story telling talents. Instead, it had become a philosophical statement. It had become a way for me to express my views on how the world worked; it was a way to voice my perceptions and my beliefs. But I needed to do it in a way that entertained and intrigued my readers (much the same way as Mr. Matheson had done in his books).

As I child I was a voracious reader, and I realized just how much of my world view was forged by the authors I read. People like Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein, and Andre Norton; also Mary Norton, Lewis Carroll, and L. Frank Baum. These had been just some of my companions as a child, thrilling me, entertaining me, but at the same time shaping me, firing my imagination, and allowing me to go through life always asking “what if.”

In my mind there was so much more to life than our basic senses showed us. I just wanted a chance to say “what if” to all those possible readers out there. If I could create a world that was real enough, with characters that they could relate to, then the readers might just be willing to say, why not. Why can’t I do that? Maybe that is possible.

With this goal driving me, I dove into my notes and started out again. This time as the story grew and flowed from my core and into the computer, I realized that the time had come. Something in my subconscious said that this was the right time to actually finish it up and get it out there.

The confluence of the planets, the merging of the energies, the life lessons I had stumbled through and managed to complete were all pointing in one direction. It was now time to put myself out there and actually complete the books (notice the plural—the one book had grown to at least three books; the single story idea had grown into a trilogy).

This time my quest was clear. I took all my emotional attachments to the material and let it go so that I would be free to rework it, reframe it, and make it flow the way it needed to. I became committed to my characters, and they wasted little time showing me how to bring them to life.

As the characters now evolved, their names changed (Katyra became Neerah and Jarrod became Joelnar). Ethereals (golden beings of light) got written in and stayed. (In their own way, they became the elves that normally populate fantasies…all wise and all knowing. However, they never leave their reality to participate in the quest—and, oh yes, the quest was reinstated). Several personalities shifted dramatically, but the one thing that never changed was the original lesson that had always been embedded in the story…tolerance.

Here’s the synopsis, which has also grown from that simple sentence stated at the start of these evolution articles, to a more comprehensive summary of my novel:

synopsis

Interested in finding out more about my journey, and my book? I hope so…because Joelnar, Neerah, all their friends, and I are just waiting to tell you our stories.

Posted by: TA Sullivan | February 16, 2015

Evolution of a Story (Part 3)

stampAlthough, my book wasn’t anywhere near done, I started sending out letters to agents. (Everything I had read about getting a book published said I would need an agent before a publisher would even look at my manuscript; therefore, I figured why not get a head start on that.)

One of the agents on my list of possibles was named Tricia A. Sullivan. I saw her name and thought it had to be fate. I mean how could someone with my name not like my story?

I wrote her a letter and included a description of the series I planned to write along with a synopsis of the first book. Surprisingly, she wrote back and said she liked the story idea. She suggested we meet in a few weeks to discuss things.

I was over the moon. Things were happening that I had only dreamed of, but never expected to actually occur. In a frenzy, I tightened up my synopsis, reworked and formatted my character summaries, and wrote up a rough marketing plan (another thing I had heard was necessary in order to sell your book idea).

Two days before the arranged meeting, though, she called and left me a message. Seems she had decided to become a science fiction author rather than continue her career as an agent. Unfortunately, no one else in her office was willing to meet with me at the time.

I was crushed. How could the fates have been so cruel?

Determined to show the fates how wrong they were, I spent the next two years sending book proposal packages to agents and to those publishers with open acceptance editors (aka: slush pile editors). The printer churned out copy after copy, and every weekend I trekked to the post office to drop off my piles of proposals. I contacted firms and individuals from New York to Oregon; from the UK to Lithuania. I printed, I bundled, and I shipped out my story. The folks at the post office got to know me by name, and we joked and quipped about my bundles of proposals.

Eventually, though, I ran out of people and places to send my samples and proposals to. After all, there are only a finite number of publishing companies and agents, and they tend to get rather testy when you keep sending them the same item they rejected just six or nine months earlier.

So, I gathered my rejections, my story notes, and all my electronic and hardcopy bits and bytes, and I shut them up in a drawer. Summer had come and gone twice, and it was time to face life again.

Frosty leaf

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