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Sunday, November 15, 2020
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Saturday, November 14, 2020
This Weeks Events
Here are next weeks events.. everything from free meditation and tarot to learning yoga and how to scry.
All of these are on zoom so please message me here or text me at 859-437-0082 to register.
All times are central time.
Sunday 730pm FREE Tarot Meet Up. We have some students who need to practice their tarot card readings so come and enjoy and see what the cards have for you
Monday
5pm Yoga for Inflexible Bodies $5.
Many people say they aren't flexible enough for yoga.. well this is the class for you. 45 minutes and very beginner.
6pm Chair Yoga $5.
Great for those that need the balance of a chair or want to learn how to do yoga at work. Great for beginners.
7pm Yoga Nidra $5
Also known as yogic sleep. Come in your pjs relax on your bed and allow me to.balance your mind, body, and soul.
Tuesday 6pm
Week 1 of the 4 week series on How to Scry.
If you can't make it then it is recorded for you. $10 a week or $35 if you pay for all 4 at once.
Each week we will learn a different scrying medium .. candles, mirrors, crystal balls and tea leafs and more. Great class for anyone who is curious.
We have 10 registered so far.
Wednesday
5pm Chair Yoga $5
Great for those that need the balance of a chair or want to learn how to do yoga at work. Great for beginners.
6pm Restorative Yoga $5
Great class for working the knots and kinks out while also relaxing and enjoying the peace.
7pm Meeting Your Guardian Angel Meditation and Workshop FREE
I will be discussing guardian angels and how they interact with you and then lead you through a guided meditation to meet your guardian angel.
Then we will journal our experiences. Please bring a journal and be ready to relax.
COSMIC CONNECTIONS IS HOSTING and will be giving away a small angel sculpture to someone who attends the class. We have almost 40 registered so far.
Thursday
6pm Healthy Living Support Group $5
We will be discussing how unique we each are and how to love ourselves more. We will share our weekly goals and then begin a small workout activity. We have 6 registered so far.
Remember all of these are on zoom so if you are shy simply turn off your camera and watch or join in when comfortable.
I hope to see each of you next week. Message me with any questions or to register.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2020
The Journeys of a Different Necromancer by James J Crofoot
My Reading of an Excerpt of The Journeys of a Different Necromancer
The Locked Door Series
Book One
James J Crofoot
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Date of Publication: August 2, 2020
ASIN: B08FCKJK5D
Number of pages: 100
Word Count: 20k
Book Description:
Thomas wanted to learn to read and write things only Xavier the Necromancer could teach. But Thomas learned much more. He learned to raise the dead. Then, with his knowledge, he set out for the distant sea.
Along the way, he made an army, encountered a dragon, and fought thieves by the score. But, could he continue to use the knowledge Xavier gave? Could he hold to his teacher's views that all people were self-centered, greedy, and jealous of him for being so much better?
Could he return to the obsidian tower to live a life where the world was locked out, where his teacher had kept all life away to simply be left alone? Where no one ridiculed and beat him for being different? Could he return to a life where only the undead, his risen, kept him company?
Excerpt
“I was with
Xavier,” Thomas replied. With head bowed, he stared at his stew, sensing he
would not be allowed to eat.
“Who?” His
mother’s voice. Her angry, high-pitched voice.
Thomas looked up
at his father to see a pipe halfway to a gaping mouth. “Xavier, you know, he
lives in the tower. He wants to teach me to read and write. He wants me to be
his apprentice.”
His mother sat
down and stared at him.
“He’s got lots
of books, scores of them. He showed me a book with lots of animals in it.”
His da sat back
in his chair, silent. His mum folded her hands in her lap, also silent.
“Think of it,”
Thomas continued excitedly. “Think of the things I could do if I could read. I
could go and work for the prince in Targon, I could see the whole kingdom.”
“Go to bed,
Thomas,” Da said.
The boy gazed down at his untouched food. It smelled good and looked even better, but his father had spoken. Thomas got up and climbed the ladder to his loft. Deep into the night, even after his parents stopped their whispered arguing, he lay in bed thinking of the map Xavier had shown him of the kingdom. He would find a way. He would be…what word had Xavier used? Necromancer. He would be a necromancer and he would see the whole kingdom.
* * * *
In the morning,
Thomas awoke to the smell of porridge. Having had no dinner the night before,
he hurried down the ladder. There he found his da already eating. His mum
ladled his share into a bowl and then got some for herself.
“We’ve decided
you may learn to read and write. None of that dark stuff, though. You hear? No
digging up of graves,” his da said. “We want more for your life, Thomas. Now
then, what does this friend of yours want in return? We can’t afford to pay
anything. I suppose he mentioned a price.”
Thomas looked at
his mum as she sat down. She folded her hands in her lap and remained quiet.
“He said it
would cost nothing. He just wants someone to teach. Xavier said he’s getting
old and just wants someone to pass on some of ’is…” Thomas paused trying to remember
the word. “…knowledge.”
Da wiped his
mouth with his sleeve. “Then we’ll give it a try. Only til ’arvest, though.
You’ll be needed in the fields then. Anything after that and we’ll see.”
A month and a
half, Thomas thought excitedly. I have a month and a half!
“No good will
come of this,” his mum remarked. “Mark my words, that man never did any good
for anyone.”
Thomas finished his breakfast in a gulp and got up to run from the house. He stopped just outside the door to pick up his favorite stick and heard his da say, “I want better for him, Sonya. This life is no life for my son. He’s smarter than this.”
* * * *
A month passed
and Thomas studied. He studied geography; the world turned out to be a lot
bigger than he imagined. He learned arithmetic, how to count to a thousand.
Then moved on to reading and writing, eight to nine hours a day he went through
the books and scrolls. On the second and third floors of the tower stood
skeletons of various animals, there he learned science, anatomy, and biology.
The fourth
floor, however, Xavier said he needed to learn a good deal more before being
ready for that.
“The villagers
are shunning me,” he said to Xavier one day after learning the word. “They
whisper about me whenever I pass. Even my friends. Yesterday I waved to them
and started walking, to tell them what I was learning, and they turned their
backs and ran away.”
Xavier looked up
from the book he held. “People, for the most part, are very small-minded. They
shun what they do not understand or things that are different.”
“Was that the
way it was with you when you first started studying to be a necromancer?”
“People always
thought me to be a little different. Look, Thomas, you will see more, you will
do more, than they can imagine in their empty heads. You will learn to create
life from death.”
Thomas thought
about these words for some time. He wanted to do more than just plant and
harvest. He wanted to travel this world, especially the sea to the west, to see
more than just this tiny village too small for a name. He decided he liked
being different. He was already learning more than they ever would. Did not that
make him better?
James J Crofoot started working at 11 years old and never stopped. He’s been a sailor in the U.S. Navy, worked in video tape production, made money investing in stocks, and traveled throughout the US as a truck driver and an army brat. He’s been to all four corners of the US and to the top of every major mountain range in the United States.
Through it all, writing has been his first love, companion, and constant friend. He has so many stories to tell, he plans to spend the rest of his life writing.
Born in Germany he currently resides in the "Great Mitten" that is Michigan. He resides with his insane family consisting of his sister, two spoiled but loving nieces, a brother in law, and two dogs.
He hopes you’ll enjoy his books while sipping tea, coffee, or cocoa on a rainy day.
Black Oak The Loveless Chronicles Chapter 1 by Titus Murphy
My Reading of an Excerpt of Black Oak
The Loveless Chronicles
Chapter 1
Titus Murphy
Genre: Horror, Fantasy
Publication Date: October 31, 2020
Publisher: Cosby Media Production
ASIN: B08KRQDCGY
WELCOME TO BLACK OAK!
In the town of Black Oak, nothing is ever what it seems. Besides the wrangling local country-types, the city is marred by a history of indiscretions, murders, and no-named civilians perpetrating as heroes. But beneath the surface of this "run of the mill," Midwestern locale lurks a pervasive past that is about to come full circle: like a blazing blood moon.
Mark is an unassuming trucker who has fallen for a beautiful clerk working at a “Mom & Pop” store named Sharon, and nothing else in the world matters more than stealing her heart. But after making a run into the Bayou to deliver a package, destiny steps in and serves him a plate of "the unexpected," which sparks the flames of wickedness that will set his hometown ablaze. And as the secrets buried in this town begin to unearth, the truth will fan those burning flames until there is nothing left but ashes and chaos.
In the end, the only mystery left to solve will be if this is isolated to one town or involve the fate of the entire world...
FOREWORD REVIEW: "...full of interesting characters who hold attention...the secrets of their home are a binding force that brings the tale together."
CLARION RATING: 4/5 "In the fantasy novel Black Oak, citizens across two ears reckon with strange creatures among them."
Exclusive Bewitching Excerpt:
“I don’t mean to
sound pushy,” Beth started, “but earlier you said that I’m a Dreamer. Tell me
more about what that is.”
Zack turned away
from Frank, walked over to Beth, and took a seat back at the table next to her.
“I’m going to give you the short version,” said Zack, “only because I need to
get to the real reason for our visit.”
“Of course,”
said Beth.
“So straight to
the point, you are a Dreamer, as I said before,” Zack said. “That makes you
part witch and part psychic but with an added benefit of being more powerful
than both. The main difference between you and normal witches is that you can
see into the future without using magic because your psychic side empowers you
to do so naturally. And you don’t even need to train this skill. Where other
witches fail, you succeed because they don’t have the natural psychic ability
you do. They have to use magic to see into the future.”
Beth gawked in
amazement at Zack’s words. “So how far into the future can I see?” asked Beth.
Zack shrugged.
“To be honest, I don’t know. But what I do know is that the answers you seek
can only be found in the grimoire. The grimoire is the most powerful spell book
among witches and warlocks. Every spell from growing flowers in your garden to
conjuring up lightning is recorded in that book. Every name of every witch and
warlock, whether good or bad, down to every war, including the Great War of
1782 is recorded in that book. You can even find spells on how to create
magical objects like amulets and talismans.”
“And even the
mystical arts of performing magical charms and divination, on summoning or
invoking supernatural entities, is also a part of that book,” Zoë chimed.
“Do you know how
many supernatural beings would love to get their hands on that book?” Zack
added.
“Where is the
book now?” asked Beth.
“Long gone,”
Zack said. “It was given to a very powerful witch like yourself to keep safe.
She also was a dreamer, the first of your kind, and the only one until now. You
are the second, my sister, in our 250 years of traveling on this earth.”
“Only the
second?” said Frank.
“Yes, only the
second, and we’ve been everywhere in this world, so that should tell you
something. Your wife’s kind is rare.”
“Well, the question here for you to answer now
is, who and where is the first?” asked Beth.
“Her name was
Tiara. And she died along time ago,” replied Zack somberly.
“I’m sorry to
hear that. Did you know her? I mean were you close with her?” asked Beth.
“Yes…very. She
was the one who taught Zoë and me how to use our powers,” said Zack. His eyes
beat over to Zoë. “She protected us during and after the Great War. If it
wasn’t for her, we would’ve been dead long ago.”
“God, I miss
her,” said Zoë, finally speaking up.
“Well, now that
you know everything there is to know, keep this in mind. Power is innocent. The
one who wields it…” said Zack with a brief pause. He pointed directly at Beth.
“Well, that is what taints it. He or she must decide to use it for good or
evil. That choice makes a difference.”
“Just remember
who you are,” said Zoë, cutting in.
“I will,” said
Beth.
“Good, now let’s
get to the real reason why we’re here,” said Zack. “After the great battle back
in 1782, Jackals and witches all went their separate ways as the town was no
longer viable. The fallout of the fight was tremendous; houses were burned to
the ground. Bodies were everywhere, and the land was saturated in blood and
rotten flesh. The stench was unbearable. It was all a complete mess. So some
witches migrated to the east while others went north. Zoë, Tiara, and I headed
west. After settling down for a few months, we split up again and went our
separate ways. Tiara told us she was going on a journey to find someone very
important and that she would be back in approximately one year.”
“If you don’t
mind me asking,” said Beth, “why didn’t you two go with her?”
“We wanted to,
but she forbade it. She insisted that we remain behind and give aid to any
stragglers that needed assistance,” said Zoë.
“Yes, she did,”
said Zack as he nodded in agreement. “There is not a day that goes by that I
don’t live with the regret of my decision that day.”
“So what
happened to Tiara?” asked Frank.
“We never saw
her again,” said Zack, his voice raspy and soft. “But anyway, after 30 years
away from Black Oak, we had grown very powerful, teaching ourselves the ways of
mysticism and sorcery. And then one day in the fall of 1812, Zoë and I felt
something: a surge of power we’d not yet experienced before. Not since the
Great War. It was all in the air, calling out to us. So we packed our things
and followed the surge to its source until it led us back here to our original
home of Black Oak.” Zack took a moment to smile as Zoë placed a gentle hand
over his. “I could see the town in the distance and, as Zoë and I approached,
we started preparing ourselves for a fight because we didn’t know who or what
was living there. But the closer we got, our minds began to calm. The visions
before us were heartwarming. People were everywhere. Families and friends were
bustling about. The town was good as new. It was like nothing ever happened and
the magic we felt there was good and pure and untouched by evil.”
“You could sense
it,” said Zoë.
“And now it’s
happening again, but only this time, the magic feels different. It’s evil for
sure, I know it,” said Zack.
“How can you
tell?” asked Beth.
“Answer one
question for me,” said Zack, staring intently at Beth.
“Okay,” she
replied.
“What did you
sense from my sister and me when you first opened your door?” asked Zack.
“Good. I felt
good in both of you,” said Beth. “Nothing bad…not even a little bit.”
“And I too felt
the same thing when I saw you. And I’m not talking only about tonight,” said Zack.
“But what I feel in this town now is wicked. Mark my words. Something is
coming. What’s more, is that something is already here. And that should be
impossible. Do you know why?” asked Zack as he stared at both Frank and Beth
for an answer.
They were both
speechless, but Beth took a stab at it anyway. “There’s some special magic
protecting us?”
“Yes. A force
field—placed over this town hundreds of years ago by the witches, that was
supposed to stop dangerous beasts or any other supernatural creatures from
passing through,” said Zoë.
“But I’m afraid
the force field failed against whatever forced its way in. Now Zoë and I need
to find out who or what it is before someone gets hurt or maybe worse…killed.”
“Killed?” Beth
inquired.
“Yes. On the way
over here, we came across a sea of dead bodies in the woods. Most likely
campers who were mauled to death, and it looked like the work of Riffs,” said
Zoë nonchalantly.
About the Author:
Titus Murphy was born and raised on the streets of New Orleans, Louisiana. From a small child, there was an overarching desire for Titus to do one thing: win. His drive and determination drove him to succeed. Armed with a strong mind, a quick wit, and a sharp tongue, he set out to emblaze his mark on everyone he would encounter. Unknown to him were the overwhelming obstacles and seemingly insurmountable tragedy he would have to endure. From this devastation came a resolve fueled by an uncompromising commitment that resonates through every aspect of his life. Forced from the city he knew and loved, Titus relocated to Atlanta, Georgia. It was there his desire and commitment came together resolutely to birth a dream that had long been held in his heart. Oblivious to detraction, and beyond all doubt, Titus would become an author. From the streets of New Orleans that marked his life, to the ink-graced pages upon which he now pours his soul, Titus Murphy has come to show the world that he is truly…something more.
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