I am so excited to present the second editions of both my books, The Atlantean Legacy and Atlantean Echoes. I learned so much during the many hours I spent working with my editor, David Ord, my publisher, Synergebooks, and the cover designer, Dan Saunders, to bring forth these new creations. I am quite delighted with the results and would love to share a sample of the changes with you so, please, enjoy the following excerpts from The Atlantean Legacy and Atlantean Echoes!
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Much love and gratitude!
Excerpt from The Atlantean Legacy, 2nd Edition
So it was true. The spiral of space and time, said to be a place of great power, really existed. Reputed to be guarded against misuse of its power by an encircling energy field that rendered it invisible, it was rumored that only people who had proven their skills and trustworthiness were permitted to walk upon its path—and she, Akana, was to be one of the privileged few!
“The energy in the spiral is powered by a large crystal,” Kahotep explained. “Brought to earth by our ancestors from their planet of origin in the Pleiades, the crystal is buried at the precise center of the spiral.” He pointed to a constellation that was becoming visible in the night sky. “It was the power source for their spaceship, and the only crystal of its kind on this planet. Since our species no longer travels in space, we use it for its high vibrational frequency, which allows us to deepen our trance work—especially during the full moon when the energy in the spiral is even more concentrated.”
Realizing how much she had never questioned, Akana asked, “Why don’t we travel in space any longer?”
“During the early part of the war, the spacecraft and much of the knowledge about space travel was destroyed,” Kahotep answered. “The crystal and the chairs we’ll use for our work are all that was salvaged. Maybe someday we’ll traverse the skies again, but the emotional and spiritual damage done to us so long ago still lingers.”
“I had no idea the knowledge had been lost,” Akana said.
“The fact is, we’ve been content with our travels through the dimensional portals. Consequently no one has had the desire to venture out into space again. Now, dear one, for you to be able to enter the spiral of space and time, I will need to take your hand, which will allow me to transmit a frequency to you that will match your energy to the spiral’s own vibration.”
As Kahotep grasped her hand and led her toward the middle of the garden, a pleasant tingling sensation, on the edge of burning, spread up her arm and through her body as her physical form adjusted to the energy surge. At first she felt jittery from the intensely oscillating cells, though she quickly adapted as her body accommodated the higher vibration. “Oh, my Goddess,” she gasped as the opening to the spiral appeared before her. Together, she and Kahotep passed through the barrier. As they did so, Akana realized that to an outsider looking on, it would appear they had vanished.
Kahotep guided her along a circular grass path that appeared before them now. With each loop, they drew closer to the middle of the spiral. As they approached, the energy accelerated, causing Akana to feel physically lighter.
When she glanced down at her hands, they were glowing.
Excerpt from Atlantean Echoes, 2nd Edition
“Good morning, Lady.” Tameri turned over. Opening one eye, she regarded the eager young woman. Sheriti, she remembered.
“Good morning.” she said pulling herself into a sitting position.
“My apologies, Lady, but I was instructed by Lord Kahotep to awaken you and inform you they will be meeting soon. He’ll be at your door in a little while to take you there. I have a bath drawn for you and clothing that I hope you will find appropriate for the meeting.”
“Thank you, Sheriti,” she said, amused by her servant’s sense of reverence toward her. The bed was not only comfortable but also quite beautiful. Its frame was decorated with intricately carved panels of plants and animals, while overhead rose a canopy and gauzy curtains that could be pulled down as protection from insects.
Throwing her feet over the side of the bed, she stood. As the servant girl hesitantly helped her with her robe, she instructed, “Lead me to the water.” Stepping gingerly into the pink marble sunken tub, she breathed in the pleasant aroma of lavender from the steaming water. Then, as she bathed, she peppered her servant with questions, asking first, “How did you get picked to be my maidservant, Sheriti?”
“Oh, Divine One, many were considered, and it was such an honor to be chosen. I don’t know why they picked me, but they said I was the one they wanted to work with you. I’m so blessed to be here with you. When they told us of your beauty and charm, they didn’t exaggerate. May the Goddess shine her light on you forever. Blessed be your name, you are so great.”
“Who are the ‘they’ you talk about?” Tameri broke in.
“They are the Great Ones, the ones who told us of your coming.”
“The Great Ones. Yes, of course.” She’d heard of the Great Ones all her life but had never met any of them. She even wondered if they existed. “Will I be meeting the Great Ones today, do you think?” she asked as her servant helped her out of the water and dried her off.
“Oh no, they have gone back to the mountains. They don’t want to interfere with your work today.”
“Hmm. Will I be meeting them soon?” She was sensing now that perhaps Sheriti’s keen sense of observation might turn out to be quite useful. Maybe this was why the Great Ones had picked this diamond in the rough for her.
“Most likely at the great feast that has been planned to celebrate the arrival of the gods.”
Examining the clothing Sheriti had laid out for her, Tameri found a lovely white gown similar to the temple garb she was used to. Next to it was an elaborate headdress. “Do they expect me to wear this?” she asked, fingering the jewels and precious metals. “It’s much too heavy and much too fancy for the business that needs to be done today.”
“Oh! Lady, I am so sorry.” Sheriti’s eyes filled with fear. “I thought that because it’s what all the ladies wear here, you would want such a piece for yourself. I have displeased you. Forgive me, O Lady.” She flinched, preparing for a blow.
“I’m not going to hit you, Sheriti. Please, come here.” The servant cautiously moved toward her. “Give me your hand.” Obediently, Sheriti thrust her hand forward. Taking it in both of her hands, Tameri said, “Look at me.” The young woman did so. Feeling the soothing, healing contact of the priestess, she immediately relaxed. “I will never hit you, Sheriti, ever. This is my promise to you. You are my helper, and I’m grateful to you.”
With that, Sheriti prostrated herself on the floor. “O Lady, thank you for your great kindness. I will forever be in your debt.”
Pulling the girl up off the floor, Tameri hugged her, following this with a kiss on the top of her head. “You are such a dear. Now, if I’m to be ready when Kahotep arrives, we need to get moving.”
Sheriti’s grin spread wide across her face, a light that had been out for many years rekindling in her eyes. Happily, she helped her new mistress finish getting ready, her love and fierce undying loyalty for her lady already solidified.