“Best of 2013” mentions for COLD LIGHT and FAR SHORE
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“Best of 2013” mentions for COLD LIGHT and FAR SHORE

This year, my novels have enjoyed being enjoyed.

COLD LIGHT made it to charming French book-lover Melliane’s list on the bilingual book review site Between Dreams and Reality: “My best books of 2013 – Mes meilleurs livres de 2013.” Find the list here.

Her review of Cold Light is here, and she writes, “This series is really a great discovery for me… The plot itself is well done, we follow Emma in her mission to find her daughter, and this is really fraught with obstacles of all kinds.”

If you prefer Version Originale, it’s here: “Cette série est vraiment une grande découverte pour moi. J’étais tombée amoureuse du premier tome et quand j’ai eu l’opportunité de lire le deuxième et troisième tome de cette trilogie, j’avoue que je n’ai pas hésité.”

On the ever popular Paromantasy site, the exuberant paranormal romance Guru Evelyn Amaro puts FAR SHORE on her best of 2013 list, writing that it is “An adult dystopian romance that is haunting, thrilling, and romantic. You will not be able to put it down!” Find the list here.

Both lists are very sweet for me because my novels are rubbing shoulders with some very well known, very well and widely published works of fiction, including bestsellers and novels made into film.

So what are you waiting for? Go here to buy these great books!

 

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TicToc: Far Shore, Book Three of the After Series by Traci Slatton
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TicToc: Far Shore, Book Three of the After Series by Traci Slatton

TicToc: Far Shore, Book Three of the After Series by Traci…: Posted First on Blog Critics as Book Review: ‘Far Shore’ by Traci L. Slatton.

 ‘The heart wants what the heart wants’ seems like such a redundancy. Yet there is that simple truth to the adage where there often seems to be no real choice in the matter….

READ the rest of Leslie Ann Wright’s delicious review at TicToc Book Reviews and General Observations or at Blogcritics.org

 

Healing and the Mind
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Healing and the Mind

When I was 15, I developed asthma. This was not as much fun as it sounds. The cramping in my chest, the inability to get air in, the creeping suffocation–it was terrifying.

My mother took me to a doctor who prescribed a drug called Quibron. I think that’s the way it was spelled. I took the medication and hated it. It made my insides race. I endured a jagged, speeded-up, jittery sensation that made me quiver with discomfort.

I did not want to take the medication. But I knew that if I had asthma, I had to take it. So I made an executive decision: No more asthma.

My body listened. The asthma vanished.

This event changed me. It was a profound lesson in the power of the mind-body connection, a lesson which stayed with me.

After graduate school, I started meditating. In meditation, I experienced some of the phenomena that meditators throughout the millennia have experienced and that many, many sages, Patanjali among them, have described. In a spirit of inquiry, I began to research numinous phenomena. Inevitably, the issue of healing and the mind-body connection arose.

It was John Pierrakos’ seminal book CORE ENERGETICS: Developing the Capacity to Love and Heal that made the first radical impact. Pierrakos was a medical doctor and a student of Wilhelm Reich. He had the educational and intellectual heft to convince my Yale- and Columbia-trained brain that what I saw and felt was seen and felt by other people, too. That what I perceived was real and could be useful.

Unfortunately, there are a lot of flakes in the “New Age” who have the intellectual grounding of a doorknob. They do nothing to validate and clarify the body of work that has arisen through the ages.

But Dr. Pierrakos and his mentor and colleague Wilhelm Reich were serious academics. Pierrakos earned my respect from the opening of CORE ENERGETICS:

Three main theses are woven together in the therapeutic approach that I am developing, which I call core energetics. The first is that the human person is a psychosomatic unity. The second is that the source of healing lies within the self, not with an outside agency, whether a physician, God, or the powers of the cosmos. The third is that all of existence forms a unity that moves toward creative evolution, both of the whole and of the countless components.

This opening to Chapter 1 of his book struck me decades ago when I first read it as it still strikes me today, as one of the most remarkable and succinct depictions of the existential human condition ever written.

Research into Wilhelm Reich, Pierrakos’ teacher, convinced me that Reich was on to something real and valid, too. He was right: The way energy moves through the body has everything to do with the indivisible psychological and physical health of the person. The healthy human organism does have a healthy orgasm. He was talking about sex, and he advocated the female orgasm, so what can be expected except the the US government would lock him up?

Do we think that a single one of the buttoned-up stuffed shirts who stuck him in prison could properly get a woman off? Better to jail Reich than to consider their own sexual inadequacy.

In my opinion, our current culture still can’t deal with true female sexuality or with actual female orgasm. It’s hip to see “sluttishness” as a kind of a good thing, a rebellious sexy quality. But it still misses the point of a woman owning her sexuality, and coming to orgasm, without being labelled.

The world still isn’t ready for Reich’s work.

But maybe it’s ready for Daskalos. Along my journey of learning everything I can about the mind-body connection and numinous phenomena, I picked up Kyriacos Markides’ book THE MAGUS OF STROVOLOS: The Extraordinary World of a Spiritual Healer.

Daskalos was a healer on Cyprus, and his descriptions of the astral plane, and of elementals, as conveyed through Markides, is quite similar to what I’ve experienced. When I was a healer in practice, Daskalos appeared a few times in my healing room, when I had my hands on a client. His work was miraculous, his instruction sharp and even peremptory, but clear. I found him to be quite the patriarchal Greek man, which is why I think the world may be almost ready to hear his words. Patriarchy clings to itself.

Daskalos came in his spirit form, because he had passed over. I do wonder about openly admitting that since I’ve stopped copping to what I actually perceive in the world.

Markides’ book quotes Daskalos as saying, “All illnesses are the result of psychonoetic conditions” and “the state of our health is after all the product of our thoughts and emotions,” a statement my own life and work has seen to be true, with the caveat that it all plays out against a larger background of karma, and karma is almost always partly obscured from us. Daskalos too talks about karma.

What it boils down to, for me, is that illness and health are psychosomatic. This doesn’t mean that it’s imaginary, it means that it roots itself in the mind, specifically, in a dynamic field of mind-body-karma. It also doesn’t mean that illness or health can necessarily be willed, though we’ve all seen people who have willed a disease into existence, and I got lucky when I dispensed with asthma. It does mean that we can examine our thoughts, feelings, and past actions carefully when we get sick, and wonder what we can rectify without judgment, and how we can return to love and peace.

 

 

Imperfect love, and impermanence

The other morning, a friend and neighbor died. Barbara was a lovely human being, a much-depended-upon wife, mother, sister, and friend. She was tall and statuesque, dignified and gracious and intelligent, kind and thoughtful, resourceful, usually contained.

When she first got sick, I was terribly upset. I commented to a mutual acquaintance that people saw her strength but not her vulnerability. He thought I was perceiving myself. Perhaps, but it still applies to Barbara. There was something about her that seemed formidable, sometimes even daunting.

However, over almost twenty years, she revealed many softer facets of a warm and tender character. My little blonde daughter used to have tea parties with her. It was a thrilling treat for my little one, to get to go downstairs to have tea with Barbara! Barbara would put out a special china tea set and sugar cookies, and the two would sit and converse quite seriously over the goodies.

After a half hour, I would go down to retrieve my rascally Munchkin. In other circumstances, she is often a handful. With Barbara, she behaved herself, acting older than her years, and she enjoyed herself doing it. I was always amazed to see how Barbara effortlessly brought out such excellent behavior.

Once downstairs, I often sat for ten or twenty minutes with Barbara, sharing war stories about raising children. We had both been through brutal bouts with our respective kids; we each saw the good in the other’s horrendous teen-agers and difficult young adult children. We understood each other’s frustration, how hard it is to be a mother, when sometimes even your best is a miserable failure, how even the best mother in the world can’t save a child from him or her self.

Despite all the sappy, self-indulgent cliches that pass for enlightened child-rearing, love is not always enough. Bad behavior–spoiled, destructive, entitled behavior–has an impact on a mother’s heart. Mothers are people, too, with needs and feelings and authentic human responses, something many children do not want to face. Other mothers, experienced ones, get it. They get it how unreasonably we continue to love our kids, no matter what, all the way to the bittersweet end. I received a lot of guidance and support in those times with Barbara, at the tail end of picking up my Munchkin from a tea party. I was grateful for it. I was grateful for Barbara’s wisdom.

By happenstance I was in the lobby when the mortuary people came for her, and that’s how I learned of her passing. I waited for them to bring her down so I could say a prayer over her body. I had the sense of her spirit lingering nearby, at peace, but still close to the body. During the day, I repeated my prayer, praising All-that-is for letting me know this wise and lovely lady for a few decades. I asked for blessings for her soul as it ascends. I am very grateful for the times I shared with Barbara. I am sorry she is gone. May her family be comforted to know how much she loved them.

Announcing a new eBook: HOW TO WRITE, PUBLISH, AND MARKET YOUR BOOK YOURSELF INDEPENDENTLY
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Announcing a new eBook: HOW TO WRITE, PUBLISH, AND MARKET YOUR BOOK YOURSELF INDEPENDENTLY

I am happy to announce a new eBook:

How to Write, Publish, and Market Your Book Yourself, Independently: A manual for the courageous and persistent.
 
This book came out of my experiences as an author and indie publisher, down in the trenches of book-writing, book-making, and book-promoting with my shirtsleeves rolled up. 
 
It’s meant to be a resource for all those brave souls who do-it-themselves. It’s full of tips and tricks, advice on how to overcome pitfalls, and counsel about what really truly works and what really doesn’t, in my experience. It’s not a last word but a springboard. It’s $29.99 with these links or on my websites; it will cost $34.99 on Amazon and the iBookstore. Look for a similarly priced print book in a week or so.
 
 

 

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“Join the apocalypse!”

“Join the apocalypse!”

Columnist Margaret Marr of bustling Nights and Weekends blog wrote a fantastic review of FAR SHORE.

In Far Shore, the struggles are brutal, the emotions are high, and the dangers are constant. Emma makes decisions that you might not like, but you’ll understand why she makes the choices that she does—because no decision falls neatly into a black or white zone. She once again proves her strength and courage as she’s faced with one insurmountable problem on top of another. You’ll admire her for sticking with Arthur even at his worst and most pitiful moments. 

Interwoven into this apocalyptic plot is an epic love story that defies the ravages of time and incidents…


Once you begin reading Far Shore, you’ll be sucked in with no hope of getting out—nor will you want to. Page after page brings intrigue, suspense, and breathtaking thrills all wrapped up in a solid plot that will continue into another adventure with the next book in the series. Come on, what are you waiting for? Join the apocalypse! 

It’s especially sweet for me because Marr is an author herself. She’s an educated consumer, in the sense that she too has sweated through a few rough spots in a story. She has smart things to say about writing and revision. Here’s a great interview of Marr on a writer’s blogspot, talking about the necessity of revision and how she came to accept herself as a writer.

So come on, everyone–Join the apocalypse!