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PROMETHEUS The Magic Man
and
THE NIGHTSHADE HOTEL A Ghost Story
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I hope you all enjoy the heart-felt endings to both of these stories. Thank you for supporting my venture into Short Stories.
Cat
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Coming Soon: Two Short Stories
I hope you've enjoyed your previews to The Magic Man and The Nightshade Hotel.
I'm excited to tell you that Two Short Stories will be released soon on Amazon.com. The full tales of The Magic Man and The Nightshade Hotel and their poignant conclusions will finally be available!
Keep your eye out for my next announcement!
I hope you will visit my new book page!
Thanks very much❤️
Cat
I'm excited to tell you that Two Short Stories will be released soon on Amazon.com. The full tales of The Magic Man and The Nightshade Hotel and their poignant conclusions will finally be available!
Keep your eye out for my next announcement!
I hope you will visit my new book page!
Thanks very much❤️
Cat
Room 404c (The Nightshade Hotel)
Marie awoke in her room feeling certain that what she saw at the cemetery was just a bad dream. She dressed for dinner and went downstairs to meet her friends at the hotel's grand dining room. Marie took her friend John's arm and they entered the grand dining room together. John was tall and of athletic build. Marie enjoyed looking at him, and tonight he was dressed very nicely in tan slacks and a long sleeve white dress shirt, open at the collar. A handsome man with light hair, and a quick smile, John could be very charming, and he was good company for Marie. The Grand dining room was adorned with chandeliers, white tablecloth's, sparkling Crystal and fine bone China. The party was subdued given the day's events, Marie and John whispered quietly, and Gertrude and Dora hid behind their menus. Marie could see their red cheeks as they peered over the menus. It looked as though they had put on too much rouge.
"I really don't have much of an appetite tonight" and with that Marie excused herself and returned to room 404C in The Nightshade Hotel.
She was feeling woozy as she opened the door to her room. 'Did I leave the light on' she wondered. Her eyes made out a candlelit table in the middle of the room. It was set for dinner. Closing the door, Marie approached the table. Lifting the steel lid covering her plate, Marie smiled broadly. Someone had ordered French toast and eggs for her dinner! 'John' she thought. 'He knows me so well! What a sweetheart.'
As she sat down to eat, Marie realized she wasn't alone in the room. A shadowy image emerged. It seemed as though it walked right in through the wall and Marie stared wordlessly. "Hello Marie. How are you this evening?" His voice was soft and quiet as though he was trying not to scare her.
"Charles."
"Yes! It's Charles!" He smiled, delighted that she recognized him. Marie noted she could see right through him. His form looked like smoke in the darkened room.
"Charles?" she uttered again. "Yes my love. It is Charles. I saw you today and my heart skipped a beat. You have finally returned to us."
"...I don't understand. How did you get here?"
"When we lost you, my love, I was heartbroken. I sold my soul to the Necromancer."
Feeling woozy now, Marie went to the bed and sat down upon it. The next thing she remembers is hearing a knock at the door. It was John. "Are you all right?" "Yes" she looked around behind her, leaving John standing at the door. The table was gone.
"I brought you some dinner. I thought you might like some French toast."
"Whoa" John caught Marie as she began to swoon.
"Stay with me please! I ... don't know what is happening to me."
"Ok"
"I really don't have much of an appetite tonight" and with that Marie excused herself and returned to room 404C in The Nightshade Hotel.
She was feeling woozy as she opened the door to her room. 'Did I leave the light on' she wondered. Her eyes made out a candlelit table in the middle of the room. It was set for dinner. Closing the door, Marie approached the table. Lifting the steel lid covering her plate, Marie smiled broadly. Someone had ordered French toast and eggs for her dinner! 'John' she thought. 'He knows me so well! What a sweetheart.'
As she sat down to eat, Marie realized she wasn't alone in the room. A shadowy image emerged. It seemed as though it walked right in through the wall and Marie stared wordlessly. "Hello Marie. How are you this evening?" His voice was soft and quiet as though he was trying not to scare her.
"Charles."
"Yes! It's Charles!" He smiled, delighted that she recognized him. Marie noted she could see right through him. His form looked like smoke in the darkened room.
"Charles?" she uttered again. "Yes my love. It is Charles. I saw you today and my heart skipped a beat. You have finally returned to us."
"...I don't understand. How did you get here?"
"When we lost you, my love, I was heartbroken. I sold my soul to the Necromancer."
Feeling woozy now, Marie went to the bed and sat down upon it. The next thing she remembers is hearing a knock at the door. It was John. "Are you all right?" "Yes" she looked around behind her, leaving John standing at the door. The table was gone.
"I brought you some dinner. I thought you might like some French toast."
"Whoa" John caught Marie as she began to swoon.
"Stay with me please! I ... don't know what is happening to me."
"Ok"
Friday, June 24, 2016
The Nightshade Hotel
The friends were all together in the Square. It was a fun vacation! Marie took out her digital camera and tried to take a picture of the group. The shutter did not seem to work. She tried repeatedly to get the camera to take a picture. Marie looked at the image on the back of the camera and she could see her friends standing arm in arm and smiling at her. "It won't take a picture" she told them.
Marie noticed something strange, the camera had indeed taken some images. But they were not the images she had pointed at. Somehow, the camera had taken pictures of something behind Marie, and there were ghostly shadows on each frame.
Walking down the street now, Marie found the scene on which her camera seemed to be focused. In this historic city, there was an old colonial graveyard. Behind a short retaining wall, she could see the hundreds years old tombstones. Looking through the camera lens now Marie saw something surprising. There were people in the cemetery. There was a father in dated attire, wearing black vest and black top hat. They were visiting a grave, he and his small children.
The smallest child, a little boy in short black pants, saw Marie and began running towards her. "Mommy!" Quite alarmed, the father called for his boy "Devon! Devon! Come back here!"
Shocked, Marie took a step back and lowered the camera. She saw no people in the graveyard. She looked again at the digital picture on the back of her camera. She saw the father catch up to little Devon, and they all ran straight to a Mausoleum. They disappeared in a flash of flames that erupted from the front of the mausoleum.
Marie was too shaken and disturbed by this and she returned with her friends to The Nightshade Hotel.
Marie noticed something strange, the camera had indeed taken some images. But they were not the images she had pointed at. Somehow, the camera had taken pictures of something behind Marie, and there were ghostly shadows on each frame.
Walking down the street now, Marie found the scene on which her camera seemed to be focused. In this historic city, there was an old colonial graveyard. Behind a short retaining wall, she could see the hundreds years old tombstones. Looking through the camera lens now Marie saw something surprising. There were people in the cemetery. There was a father in dated attire, wearing black vest and black top hat. They were visiting a grave, he and his small children.
The smallest child, a little boy in short black pants, saw Marie and began running towards her. "Mommy!" Quite alarmed, the father called for his boy "Devon! Devon! Come back here!"
Shocked, Marie took a step back and lowered the camera. She saw no people in the graveyard. She looked again at the digital picture on the back of her camera. She saw the father catch up to little Devon, and they all ran straight to a Mausoleum. They disappeared in a flash of flames that erupted from the front of the mausoleum.
Marie was too shaken and disturbed by this and she returned with her friends to The Nightshade Hotel.
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Prayers for the World - Raising our Vibration through Critical Mass
Our World is caught up in division and hate. Our news carries it to us and our souls and minds become bogged down in darkness. Deepak Chopra has called upon the believers to join him in prayer and meditation to change the world's temperament by drawing light and healing to our earthly home.
Just as Deepak was announcing this mission, I woke up with the same message from the Beyond. I listened to Deepak Chopra's message and today I want to extend it.
I read today of a soldier who was asking for prayers. It didn't say what his troubles were but he had legal troubles.
There are always two sides in any court case, and both sides usually believe they have merit. Just like my prayer for this soldier, please join us in praying for a better world, a kinder gentler place...
Dear Lord,
We don't understand what sort of relief is needed here in our World. We see misfortune, poverty, war, crime, sickness and hate. We cannot agree on any solution, but I trust in your wisdom to have mercy on and bring justice and healing to all. Please send light to cast away the darkness and love to heal each soul. Please grace us and raise us up, for we have fallen here. Bless us and guide us to peace and well-being. Let us be brothers and sisters joined together in a collective spirit of harmony. Let us see the light, and find it in one another. Thank you for your mercy and judgement which is far Beyond our own limits, and in which we Trust. Amen.
If you believe in critical mass, then join in this prayer to raise your spirit and help enlighten us all. Dream of a healing world. A little kinder, a little gentler, a little more loving every day.
Thank you.
- Cat
Just as Deepak was announcing this mission, I woke up with the same message from the Beyond. I listened to Deepak Chopra's message and today I want to extend it.
I read today of a soldier who was asking for prayers. It didn't say what his troubles were but he had legal troubles.
There are always two sides in any court case, and both sides usually believe they have merit. Just like my prayer for this soldier, please join us in praying for a better world, a kinder gentler place...
Dear Lord,
We don't understand what sort of relief is needed here in our World. We see misfortune, poverty, war, crime, sickness and hate. We cannot agree on any solution, but I trust in your wisdom to have mercy on and bring justice and healing to all. Please send light to cast away the darkness and love to heal each soul. Please grace us and raise us up, for we have fallen here. Bless us and guide us to peace and well-being. Let us be brothers and sisters joined together in a collective spirit of harmony. Let us see the light, and find it in one another. Thank you for your mercy and judgement which is far Beyond our own limits, and in which we Trust. Amen.
If you believe in critical mass, then join in this prayer to raise your spirit and help enlighten us all. Dream of a healing world. A little kinder, a little gentler, a little more loving every day.
Thank you.
- Cat
Friday, June 17, 2016
The Four Humors
The Dark side of the Moon cares not how we perceive it. For only light carries information.
What we do not see, or perceive, we don't know.
The humors are an ancient myth, but no less accurate than our imperfect frontier of psychology.
All science evolves and becomes outdated.
The four prototypical personality types as per Hippocrates:
Sanguine
Melancholic
Choleric
Phlegmatic
Allow me to over simplify:
Happy go lucky
Depressed
Temperamental
Stoic
We are all a combination of these 4 influences.
Jung told us of the animus and anima and the Collective.
We are here to experience ourselves, and learn our truth as we perceive our reaction to the world.
Is God sad that we are doing this? Are we sad because we have yet to perceive him in this world?
The collective knowledge of mankind only hints at his glory.
It is not here. For this is our illusion.
What we do not see, or perceive, we don't know.
The humors are an ancient myth, but no less accurate than our imperfect frontier of psychology.
All science evolves and becomes outdated.
The four prototypical personality types as per Hippocrates:
Sanguine
Melancholic
Choleric
Phlegmatic
Allow me to over simplify:
Happy go lucky
Depressed
Temperamental
Stoic
We are all a combination of these 4 influences.
Jung told us of the animus and anima and the Collective.
We are here to experience ourselves, and learn our truth as we perceive our reaction to the world.
Is God sad that we are doing this? Are we sad because we have yet to perceive him in this world?
The collective knowledge of mankind only hints at his glory.
It is not here. For this is our illusion.
Friday, June 10, 2016
America
When all we have is words, and these are the words, then it's time to fight. We have become a deeply divided country. What we are angry about is not this candidate or that one, it is about getting a fair chance to succeed in America. A rising tide lifts all boats. A prosperous America benefits all its citizens. These candidates represent differing ideologies on achieving a better future. When we act as One, America can be healed. It's time we lift up one another. Stop projecting your worst fears on these candidates and listen to what they are really saying. The hate is really ugly America.
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Shadow Memories
Lurking in the shadows of thought are hidden memories. They are the neural partners to experiences you have had. There are several types of triggers to your memories. You might remember what year you moved for example if you remember that was the year your favorite team won the World Series. Your brain stores memories while you sleep in what appears to be random patterns. The memory of you going to see that Broadway play with your friends may be stored right next to the memory or neural center in charge of making toast. And so every time you make toast, you have a flash a memory of attending the Broadway play with your friends. A random activity is stored right next to a regular activity. This keeps the memories fresh, because you revisit them regularly.
Sometimes you will have a shadow memory. When your triggers don't work, when the random associations don't connect, when you have a repressed memory, you may find yourself having a shadow memory. One memory triggers another in the ordinary workings of the mind. A song could remind you of an old love. But if you had a bad break up, for example, and have blocked out certain memories, you will see a shadow. The memory triggers fire, the neurons in your brain fire, but they meet a wall. You have compartmentalized this memory and cut it off from all connections. You have built a wall around certain memories.
So you will have a shadow memory, a shadowy vision of some random activity which is the trigger to the memory you are repressing. There is pain hidden behind the memory, but there is also truth. Your brain did this, because it suffered a major shock, the truth wounded it so badly that it needed to heal. The shadow memory is an indication that you are ready to face the truth, that you are ready to begin processing this information and finish healing.
It feels like when you wake up and knew you had a dream, but only see shadowy images and can't remember the dream very well. Sometimes if you work at it, you can recover the dream. The same way, if you work at it you can recover the lost memories, the pieces of yourself that you have tucked away for the future.
When you release the memories, you will release the energies, mental energies, that have been tied up with it perhaps for many years. You will restore parts of your personality that have been repressed. You will begin to heal and ultimately you will be stronger mentally and emotionally. Your emotional IQ will be boosted as your true and whole self is restored!
Sometimes you will have a shadow memory. When your triggers don't work, when the random associations don't connect, when you have a repressed memory, you may find yourself having a shadow memory. One memory triggers another in the ordinary workings of the mind. A song could remind you of an old love. But if you had a bad break up, for example, and have blocked out certain memories, you will see a shadow. The memory triggers fire, the neurons in your brain fire, but they meet a wall. You have compartmentalized this memory and cut it off from all connections. You have built a wall around certain memories.
So you will have a shadow memory, a shadowy vision of some random activity which is the trigger to the memory you are repressing. There is pain hidden behind the memory, but there is also truth. Your brain did this, because it suffered a major shock, the truth wounded it so badly that it needed to heal. The shadow memory is an indication that you are ready to face the truth, that you are ready to begin processing this information and finish healing.
It feels like when you wake up and knew you had a dream, but only see shadowy images and can't remember the dream very well. Sometimes if you work at it, you can recover the dream. The same way, if you work at it you can recover the lost memories, the pieces of yourself that you have tucked away for the future.
When you release the memories, you will release the energies, mental energies, that have been tied up with it perhaps for many years. You will restore parts of your personality that have been repressed. You will begin to heal and ultimately you will be stronger mentally and emotionally. Your emotional IQ will be boosted as your true and whole self is restored!
Saturday, June 4, 2016
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