Synopsis Book I, Book II, and Book III.

 "Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."~Einstein

Older than Celtic- sounds right...My trilogies, "Newgrange birthplace of ancient mysteries" books I, II, and III that used to be bedtime stories to entertain my mother, began with pre-Christian ideas I believe are possibly ancient memories considering that my mom used to say, "Where are you getting that from? You should write a book!" So I've been writing 3.

The first one begins with the making and education of the people who became the Tuatha De Dannon, and book II ends with them coming down from the North and taking Ireland, their original homeland, back from invaders. They disperse, and book III is about a progeny in America fulfilling her destiny to travel back to Ireland to the megalith of her ancestors, Newgrange, and doing a thing that will save the world from total corruption.

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Excerpt Book III

Chapter 13

Tea Time

They walked into Peacock Alley and took their seats at a table already waiting for them.

“This is glorious!” Nora looked around, admiring the chandeliers and beautiful floor patterns. Oran noticed the floor patterns as well, concentric circular rounds, prepared for this particular tea this particular afternoon for Nora and himself, he knew it.

“This is called The Crystal Room Oran, they have it ready just for the performers today! Isn’t it beautiful!”

“Yes, special for today…” Oran recognized the meaning of the floor, the crystal lights…

“Its Ceremony.” he stated factly.

“Well ,sure, there is a celebration going on, the ball I, we, all of us are performing for tonight!” Tea was being served to them by formally dressed servers, each table had tea pots and treats brought to them. Oran looked hopefully for muffins- but was satisfied to try new delights on the 3 tier curate, with sandwiches on the bottom, scones, jam and cream in the middle, and sweets on top.

“Hmm...dig in Oran, we usually start at the bottom and work our way up but do as you like!” Oran gratefully put a sweet and a sandwich on his plate and drank some tea. It was delicious- different from what they had had at Nora’s break the fast.

“Mmm, this is so good! I love high tea time!” putting another sandwich on her plate and sippng the tea. Trying a scone Oran remarked that it wasn’t sweet like the muffins-

“Thats what the clotted cream and jam are for. You put it on the scone just like you did the honey on toast!”

“Ah! Will do. Much better! I like this, too, Nora! Although, you’re muffins are much better!”

“Shh...don’t let them hear you say that here! But, thank you.” she laughed, happy he was enjoying the mix of savory and sweet treats, but delighted he liked her muffins better. “I’ll make more when we get back home, I promise.” They were busy with their foods when Nora started hearing a humming sound.

“Do you hear that Oran?” Oran looked up briefly

“Its Ceremony.” he stated again, looking back down at his plate.

“What is Ceremony?” thinking that the humming was not a normal occurrence, it was was getting louder, and the people around her didn’t seem to notice. She looked at Oran who didn’t seem to be disturbed at all by it, he kept eating. Looking around, the lights above the tables seem to dance and grow brighter, and the tables themselves began disappearing one by one-

“Oran! What is going on?!” she almost frantically screamed at him

“Nora, relax. Its Ceremony, this is done for you, today, for us. Enjoy it! I’m right here, no harm will come to you. See? Our ancestors are coming in!” She looked around and there were people, a lot of people, moving around the concentric circles as the humming grew into a song, a chant. It was both beautiful and alluring- and they reached out to her smiling as if to say, “Join us!” She was mesmerized by it all. The lights shined so brightly, the dancing movement was so intriguing, and the song was so lovely she found herself getting up from her seat, which disappeared along with the rest of them opening up a large area that everyone had joined together for the dance. Everyone but Oran- he still sat where the table had once been, sighing for the absence of treats and tea that were no longer there. Nora went to the center of the circle where they had made an opening in the dance for her, and Oran followed close behind. She was amazed and astonished at all the beautiful faces she was seeing, and felt an over whelming urge to hum with them. The tune resonated from her throat like an old song she knew very well, and Oran took his place beside her, grabbed her hand, and joined in. He, too, sang as if it was a very familiar song, one he had been waiting all of his life to sing- to her. Their voices blended in harmony, and they began to dance in the center of the room with all their ancestors around them.

“I love this! This is wonderful!”

“Its Ceremony Nora. It is wonder full!”

They stayed like this, singing and dancing for a long time, Oran shape shifted into many animals, birds, little creatures and danced around her. She laughed with delight to see him do this, and sang louder directly to him. He responded by taking her hand again, and pulling her into a ballroom type dance. Their clothes changed into elegant garments, as did everyone’s around them. Nora had never known such happiness. She could feel the love from everyone in the room as they celebrated this moment. She no longer cared if it was “real,” she fully immersed herself in the moment.

Then, as quickly as it had all began, the chairs and tables returned, the ancestors faded one by one, and people began to return to their seats and tables.

“We will always be with you Nora, you are loved…” she heard as they faded from sight and she was once again sipping tea as if nothing had happened.

“How did that just happen?” she asked with a happy gleam in her eyes, sparkling like the chandeliers a moment ago.

“It was Dreamtime. Anything is possible in Dreamtime.”

“Anything?”

“Yes. Whatever you want.”

Nora reflected on all that had just happened,

“I loved dancing with you Oran. It was lovely!”

“I can’t dance” he replied, looking for more scones...

Begin Again

                                                                      

October 15,2011

In recalling my visit to Newgrange, in Ireland, I still vividly remember what it felt like to be inside this wonder. It was the void- void of noise, void of activity, completely still, and the feeling that if you were not standing in there, it would sit empty and silent for millennium. There is air to breath, but it is not the living air of the sun and grass just outside the door...it is a dark air, void of life. It is, the emptiness of forever in there. That is what makes the winter solstice so very special...a beam of life-giving sun makes its way down the long dark passageway, to give light, illumination, - to the empty waiting chamber inside. There has been some question as to if it was a burial chamber, there were remains, bones, found in there, at one time. No one knows. My gut feeling about the place is...well, you will find out when you read the book!. The full name of the book gives you a clue, "Newgrange , birthplace of ancient mysteries".  In the book, birth and death will happen simultaneously. A character will be inside, giving birth at the same moment a tribal leader dies in there. What is inside the chamber at that moment is hope for the next generation, actually, hope for the entire human race.  There is a placenta looking basin, that I speculate could be where a newborn could be swaddled. Three chambers, birth, death, and new life. And as I further contemplate myself being inside this womb tomb chamber, I consider its possible messages to all "religions" that followed after these early ancestors...the one thing that is certain in Islam, Christian, Judaism, Pagan, Native religions, - all peoples who simply seek a connection with the divine...it is all about the egg. Everything is born of woman, the female, the egg is the beginning of life. Even God respectfully was birthed through a consenting Mary. That is nice- to know that even divinity partakes in the laws of nature here on earth. I further wonder- the egg chooses " who" it allows in. It waits, for "the One". I was not "the One" when I innocently visited Newgrange...I was not, chosen to be allowed inside. Is it disrespectful of me to enter that place, hidden for hundreds of years? Possibly. Possibly every person who ventures in is forcing their presence into a space that was obviously designed only for one encounter, one moment a year, only for the Light. Sigh. So it is with the most respect and reverence that I write this book, I make up and guess who I think these people were, who I think God is, and the Spirit of the earth...but I do it with all the love in my heart how it was revealed to me. Enjoy the story...it is for all us trespassers who trod upon the truly sacred.

The Fairy Mound

                                                               

October 15, 2011

What is utterly fascinating to me is how Newgrange was discovered...the story as how I heard it is this:

In Ireland the people knew that the mounds were good places to find rocks to build their walls. The Irish love rock walls. My grandmother built quite a few of them herself in her day. She was very precise... each stone "fit" into the next. My granny was cool.  One day a farmer was digging up some rocks. Some sources say it was a group of "servants" digging for some one who ordered rocks... but the way I heard it, a farmer.  He opened the dirt, and instead of a pile of rocks, he found a chamber. He called the archeological society and they excavated.  The above picture is what they uncovered when looking for "the door" As you can see, the "roof box" or window was not yet discovered. This is the front door of what we now know is the oldest known megalith on our planet.
There are a few documentations of its discovery and excavation on Wikipedia and other sites you can
Google if interested- I just stick with the story I was told. I think it is, close to the truth. For the purposes of my book, their discovery is not what matters...my fictional book is about the construction and purposes of building Newgrange in the first place. My book is all about, firsts...
This is my very favorite picture of Newgrange...still uncovered, unexcavated, untouched...mysterious and beautiful in every way...can you imagine how excited to find such a beautifully carved stone ...when digging in the dirt??

This book has taken on its own persona- and although I have not met my personal publishing goals YET, the book seems to have goals of its own!! Sometimes we have to step back,and let the creative process express in its unique way and time. It has developed into an expanded trilogy, and I am now working on Book II and Book III as I seek a publisher for this, Book I. The beautiful cover is given by artist Jim Fitzpatrick of Ireland. I met Mr. Fitzpatrick while visiting Ireland in the 1980's. I never dreamed that I would one day write a book, and his work would be on the front cover! Isn't it amazing the ways things turn out sometimes!

I believe the spirit of the earth has been speaking to all of us lately, and many of us have perked up our ears and begun to whole heartedly listen to Her,and respond. This book is my response.
I am including a lovely music cd of original music that I and friends have composed, a compilation of songs written especially for this book.
Thank you Note 13 studios for the Newgrange theme, "Awaken".
If you listen carefully, you can hear the heartbeat of the spirit of the earth, Heartha!

Awaken
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The Bear

                     A long journey its been and a long journey ahead-

                      "Will we always be friends Bear?"

                      "Yes, until the end of time."

                                                                       

Nyx does fall in love- and saves the world, Heartha, from doom.

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Little Nyx

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Last Dance

Oh my sweet suffering

Why persist, you start again

I'm just a being without importance

Without him I'm a bit crazy

I stroll about alone in the subway

A last dance

To forget my tremendous sorrow

I want to run away, that everything should start again.

Oh my sweet suffering

 

I move the heavens, in the day, at night

I dance with the wind, the rain

A little love, a bit of honey

And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid

Is it my turn, the grief is coming back

In all Paris, I let myself go

And away I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

 

Only hope

On this path in your absence

However hard I slave away, without you my life is just a set1 that shines, devoid of meaning

 

I move the heavens, in the day, at night

I dance with the wind, the rain

A little love, a bit of honey

And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid

Is it my turn, the grief is coming back

In all Paris, I let myself go

And away I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

 

In this sweet suffering

All of whose offenses I paid for

Listen to how huge my heart is

I am a child of the world

 

I move the heavens, in the day, at night

I dance with the wind, [the rain]2

A little love, a bit of honey

And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

[And in the noise I run and I'm afraid

Is it my turn, the grief is coming back]3

In all Paris I let myself go

And away I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Nyx

https://youtu.be/73w3wWYjcDk?si=RVMngw3rZHCsoSFK 

Book III America and The age of Aquarius

Not done with Book II , but already Book III is revealing itself to me!

 It was foretold in 1969 by the band The 5th Dimension in their song , " The Age of Aquarius"

 The Fifth Dimension, Age of Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In

 When the moon is in the Seventh House

 And Jupiter aligns with Mars 

Then peace will guide the planets

 And love will steer the stars

 [Chorus] This is the age of Aquarius 

 [Bridge] Harmony and understanding

 Sympathy and trust abounding 

No more falsehoods or derisions

 Golden living dreams of visions 

Mystic crystal revelation

 And the mind's true liberation 

Aquarius

 Let the sunshine Let the sunshine in The sunshine in

 https://youtu.be/kjxSCAalsBE?si=JecYwXLQDZQgGU5U 

 Attachments area Preview YouTube video The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969

Book III

Book III is set in America.

 A collaboration of deities from many different religious and spiritual organizations on earth cooperate together with a character when The Moon sits in her 7th house. 

They call half human Nyx into action to save Heartha , the children, and ultimately the universe.

https://youtu.be/BXhIT4MpRis?si=qA-7BMmGkUVx5NrB

Trilogy book covers

Newgrange birthplace of ancient mysteries Book III cover

Nyx Daughter of the Bright and Terrible

Nyx is the child of my character KB, personification of the most volatile force in the universe, the "big bang" encapsulated into form so he can romp the earth and make mischief. Lucifer his guardian angel takes him into his light form and together with KB's human wife , Sud who is enamored by his heat, they create a child she names Nyx. Nyx becomes the most powerful known energy in the universe, so much so even the gods are afraid of her! Hu the Great Alchemist is also in awe of her! Sud died in childbirth so the part of Nyx that was human craved attention from her father, but he being KB was not always around for her. 

Heartha was.

 Heartha helped raise her, bonding with her as one of her own. Sud afterall had been her human daughter making Nyx her granddaughter. Hu doted on her as any grandfather would, both he and Heartha were loving grandparents to her...but being part of KB in Lucifer's form she had a strong desire for dangerous play. She felt bad about this, her human nature had come to love Hu, Heartha, their children and all they had created together, so she left the earth to explore the cosmos and make worlds of her own. She is known as the most powerful deity ever created. She has the light within her, but how will she choose to use it?

 Any way she wants.

https://youtu.be/BXhIT4MpRis?si=qA-7BMmGkUVx5NrB 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kMfMGfOU25Q&feature=youtu.be

Please enjoy a  lovely narrative by my friend  the artist Jim Fitzpatrick of Ireland. 

Jim is well known on Ireland and all over the world for his renditions of Irish myths and legends , his work with the band Thin Lizzy, and countless publications. He gave the front cover picture for my Book I, Newgrange, birthplace of ancient mysteries.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
                                                     And so we begin...                                                                                                                                                                   

Ancients3

         Here is a song for you written just for this book. Pre Christian European peoples did not fear death because they believed they would come back, sometimes through their own family lines.. Reincarnation  is a common reoccurring theme through out the book, and it all began when Heartha and Hu were frolicking about making everything there is ! They would simply close their eyes, say, "see you next round" and go to sleep. Death was a painless and gentle occurrence, leading to another life together.                                                              

                                              https://soundcloud.com/melanie-korpi/ancients3
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The Ancients 

 Melanie Korpi

And she knows how it feels to be alive, 

She runs the hills, swims the seas, rides the trail

He's always there, always waiting

 to light her way, warm her soul, without fail

Beyond what they see they remember

Where they're from, where all things came, how it began

Ever new, her mysteries unfolding

Womb to tomb, birth death, new man

Ahh, sweet is the feeling

To dance  the   fires  of  new beginning

Warriors battle on, bards  remember well the song

The tale of  ancient ones, re building

The ancients, re building

  Time  is a mystery to the un awakened mind,

Through the infinite, unwinding   Spirals,  worlds revolving

Those born , find  the passage home 

Patient waiters of time , life evolving

 And she knows how it feels to  die

 dreams the dream,  awaken whole , begin again           

He's always there, always waiting

To bring her home, embrace her soul, it never ends

Ahh, sweet is the feeling

To dance  the  fires of new beginning

Warriors battle on, bards  remember well the song

The tale of  ancient ones, re building

We are the the ancients, re building

“Awaken” she whispers to me

   Sing again with the voice of Mystery 

    For the secrets lay locked within the chambers

 of your deepest song!

DRAGONS- Oh My!

Do you like dragons? My book is full of them! Big , little , medium sized- young, old, good, bad, evil wicked nasty ones- and very wise ones. They escape KB's lair, and fly away. Some of them end up in Europe, some in Asia- and they all have their own distinct personalities. They interact with humans, some in a not so nice way- others becoming like family. Dragons dragons- dragoni. The earth was full of them once upon a time long ago...

EXCERPT

Anu began to think of her grandmother, Nuala,  her twinkling eyes and gentle sweet manner. Nuala was always there for her, for the whole tribe, generous with her time, knowledge, and her love . Nuala  told the stories around the fires of first peoples,  Hu and Heartha, Hu’s angels and Heartha’s animals, so many wonderful stories. Story time was something the children especially looked forward to. Anu closed her eyes , and remembered . She could always envision in her head clearly the way Nuala described …she began thinking of the story of the creation of Raziel, their mentor and teacher.

So said Nuala:

                  “Her name is Heartha, because she came from the heart of the Creator, and He laughed with delight as she formed. Heart-Ha! She slept, and He moved across Her dreaming body, His consciousness bringing forth His thought into Being. 

Shapes materialize from the mist forming over the water…creating an expression of His divinity, and His love for His sleeping Heartha.

Swirling whisps of white mist give way to wings unfolding...the first of His creations on earth, a Being of mist and light. Beautiful."

                      The mind of Hu danced around the Being now waking…lifting his wings, and looking toward his Creator…loving Him with all of his essence,

 the mind of God, now taken form.

      “You are the first, you are  Mystic. You are the most beautiful one, formed from the dreams of my sleeping Beloved, taken from the ethers of my sacred heart…you are divine, as I AM . From the deep you have come, to Her you will return. You are She and I, you are the keeper of this Mystery.”

The wings unfolded, the form took flight. Moving silently across the water, gliding magnificently up into the air… away from the darkness toward his Creator, the angel Raziel was born.

                                         And so it was.

 

As she lay sleeping he rocked her gently, His spirit wrapping around her like a warm blanket. He molded her being , breathing His breath , the breath of life, into her, giving her Soul.

                      “Come, my love, it is time for us to create together”

                      “Yessssssss…..” he heard a soft reply, knowing this world He molded for them would be Her delight, Their delight! He felt happy, eager to please Her, and anxiously waited for Her to awaken.

She became a living being , Her body, living rock, with His central fire at Her core.

Hello Earthhttps://youtu.be/JWsfNYATsEE?si=UyJfQKun-9BZfR3U

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We are the ancients

SACRED SPACE:
Sacred space is not a place, but an intent. An intent of sacredness, of holding all things sacred and holy, created when one goes into the mystery of self. The Divine mystery of authenticity of who an individual is at their core. We as a society are returning to holding all things sacred. If a person cannot find the sacred within – they will not find it in the external. It is not about being religious or ritualistic – it is about a deep knowing that from the air that you breath , the food you nourish the body with, your relationships and the ground you stand on – it is all one. This is not new wisdom. This is the wisdom from the ancients. ~Shaman Medicine Woman

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Are you ready for me?

                                                        
                                                                                                    
                                                    


                                                                  Beautiful Enya, enjoy!
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EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK:

I am the void, the black mystery.

I am the cradle, the womb where all life begins.

I am the keeper of the egg, the possibility of creation.

The hope of continuum, of  a time less remembered…

a time before history as you know it

when we are already

One.

Where the strands of form are designed by my thoughts

where God will be birthed, for my pleasure.

where I call forth from my being,

a seed.

an other.

The star, that bursts into beauty light 
and  bring  forth 
KABOOM 
a bright idea!

force and magnetism to create matter

essence

form

clay

worlds

I am from what all things will become.

I am the beginning.

You have named me, "Super Nova", "The big bang"

For your understanding I am simply, a thought of joy.

From my exuberance, and warmth

your sun was formed to glow and remind you

Of my fire, my passion,

I am bright and terrible.

Mmm... Other he says to me... Mother is now my name you have given me.

My sun is the first of all living things. Light.

All others revolve around Him...

He is the first, the last, the truth. There is no life for you without Him.
The essence of His being you can not understand, His life form you do not know, but you can not live or exist without Him, or without my matter that has given you and all things, form.

You align your sacred places with Him.

                                                                    

I am the creative life force that animates your body.

You call me,

I Am…




Newgrange, birthplace of ancient mysteries
soon to be published

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS BLOG!

I am loving you , Always. Yes you..
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Glory to God The Creator

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So now you know that the book is about the place Newgrange in Ireland, Hu,  His angels, Heartha, the spirit of the earth who is the Void incarnate, Kaboom ,the energy of the big bang personified, and all their offspring. 

As I stated before , Hu, Kaboom , and Heartha  were all friends. Kaboom only became the antagonist because he , like a new child , wants to be "like Hu", in form, and wants Heartha to love him. He is a volatile energy, the energy that scattered all of the mix of creation and animates all of substance. He is very powerful, and in granting his request, Hu and Heartha allow him to "mold the clay " and make some forms. Remember t-rex? T-rex is a nice example of what the energy of the most destructive power in the universe and dirt mixed together becomes. I used to wonder about dinosaurs , "what was God thinking???" So in my story, this is what KB's forms look like. This is actually distressing to KB, he really wants to make a form pleasing to Heartha, he wants her to "mate " with him, like she does with Hu, the Great Alchemist. It is a predicament for sure, for all three of them.

Eventually, Hu creates a form that KB can inhabit. It has to have circuitry that can withstand KB's powerful presence and  sustain  his consciousness. He is allowed to live on earth, with his friends, Hu and Heartha, and be in form with them. They are all in this together! He is given the form of a very tall, scaley bird serpent, and he establishes the first civilization that we know about , eventually named, Sumaria , and becomes their "King". His form is different from humans, it has to be- to hold his intelligence and persona- and his form was created especially for him, to dwell on earth. He dwells for thousands of years- Hu made him a very durable lasting form! 

KB experiments with genetics, ...in hopes to come up with a form that Heartha will inhabit. He mixes his own bird serpent dna with many other beings, and he mixes different earth beings dna and comes up with quite a number of what we call, "mythological" creatures. Heartha does not like these tamperings, and she tries to get KB to understand why and her feelings for Hu.  She tells him over and over, that she is exclusively Hu's, and is very compassionate with him, and all his "offspring", they are also made of her substance...but to no avail. Like a child who will not quit until it gets its way, KB becomes fixated on his goal. The more she describes to KB her love for Hu, the more KB wants her to have those feelings for him- he does after all, want to be "like" his friend ...

Hu the magnificent Alchemist, giver of life and soul, husband and lover to the Divine Feminine.

"Newgrange" is  a word  that  means, New Land.
The book explores an Irish  myth that Noah  had  another  son, who was  not  allowed  on  the  ark. They don't  know  why...but what if while  Noah  was  careing for  all the  animals  to  survive  the  flood,  Bith  his  eldest  son was chosen  by  God  to travel  the  earth  and  pick  up  all the  humans  that  would  survive-  not  only  survive the  flood, but become  enhanced  by  angelic  DNA  to become inventors, artists, people  with  wonderful  ingenuity, great  thinkers- to ensure  the  survival of  the human  race. Perhaps  it  was  a  secret- sshh...that  no one  must  know  of Bith's  mission, or  the  people  who  would  inevitably  repopulate  the  earth into our  many  diverse  human  sisters  and  brothers living today.

Five Angels

Five Angels

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Thank you Note 13 studios for the gift of this song, inspired by the angels of my fictional book, Newgrange, birthplace of ancient mysteries.

And who are the five angels in my book ? They are  Raziel, Uriel, Michael, Raphael, and  Gabriel. 

These are the Five mentor angels to the characters.

              Raziel is the first of the created angels in my fictional book. He is different from other angels. He is able to function better in the earth realms because he is made from the mists of the water and the fire of God's heart.  He is the "Keeper of God's secrets". He writes down everything Hu creates into a book- recording  all that has been created , and how to create it. He is with Adam, in the Garden. As Adam names everything,  the angel Raziel records it into the book. KB is very interested in Raziel's book. With it he can make forms to please Heartha so, he has his minions steal it! This creates quite a scandal! After it is rescued and restored to Raziel, the book is given to Noah for a while, containing the instructions of how to build the ark. Raziel becomes the mentor to Alchemists, Mystics, "Merlin" types. Those who want to , "turn water into wine"? -Just ask Raziel...he'll look it up for you...

              Uriel is one of the main characters in the book, he is with the first people the longest. He didn't have a natural sense of compassion for humans, so Hu assigns him to become human, for a while. He becomes their tribal leader, and teaches them to build Newgrange, as well as learns why love is so important, and what human love is all about. He ultimately goes back to his position in the ethers, never to incarnate into human form again, and is assigned , among other duties, to  be in charge of  the "Recycle bin of Souls" as I call it, or , the "Other world", Annwyn's Realm. This is the place souls go to wait to be reborn. It is also where nature spirits retreat as their earthly "bodies" sleep in cyclic seasons. Uriel knows first hand what it is to be born into a human body. With his experience and new found compassion , he better understands the dynamics of  human life cycles, what the souls are going through, and is able to help guide their next incarnation. He sometimes resignates a golden yellow.

              Michael is the protector, and the angel who teaches the children how to fight.  KB's offspring and minions are violent with Hu and Heartha's children. At Heartha's beckoning and Hu's unhappiness with KB's corruption, Hu devises a plan to save the children . He designates Michael to protect and teach the children how to defend themselves. KB is also in a process of evolving, so destruction of the earth and all forms is NOT the most desired outcome.. the flood becomes a temporary means to rid Heartha of the corruptive forms that are destructive and displeasing to Hu. The energy of KB ; however, can not be destroyed, and Hu knows KB will come back, more determined than ever to win Heartha's affections. With Michael, Uriel, and His angels assigned to their duties and helping, the children will be ready. Michael usually resonates in a cobalt blue color.

               Raphael is the healer angel. He is the mentor to the Miach, or "medic" in an ancient Irish language. He teaches that their bodies will heal from within. The Miach simply has a vast knowledge of  healing plants , and skills that will aid in the healing processes. During "the scandal" in Eden, Adam is allowed into Dreamtime, with  the  help of  Heartha's snake Al, and discovers the truth of who and what  he is. Adam becomes the first shamanic Miach , the grandfather to a new shamanic line of men. They will continue through Bith, Noah's son, who was"not allowed on the ark" but was chosen to survive the flood by escaping on another vessel. The Shaman has access into other realms and dimensions, and with Raphael's guidance and instruction, is able to aid the spirit when it becomes, afflicted. Raphael's color is known to be green. 

                 Gabriel  is the messenger angel that visited the family of Jesus in the Bible. There is some debate as to whether Gabriel takes on a feminine or masculine form when appearing to humans. In my  fictional story, Gabriel teaches the cave dwellers how to make a horn, that they will use when in battle , and introduces musical instruments for their entertainment  and enjoyment while in the caves. Gabriel also brings them a meteor, that has the capability of communication with the Divine, and each other. Gabriel is bright pink in color, emanating the love of God.       

These angels I have discovered and learned about while writing this book. It seems that once I started with an angelic character in the theme, they all got in on it, started fluttering about, and I  began to learn  more about them. They are just too good in their purposes to ignore! In my fictional book, Hu creates and assigns them specifically to protect and aid all of the children of the earth, the children of Himself and Heartha, the spirit of the earth, who is the Void incarnate.

There is one more angel I have not yet addressed  As Hu assigned angels to specific duties to take care of the children ,this angel was assigned by Hu to , "take care of KB". This angel is not part of the Five who care for the earth and her children, this angel became specifically KB's angel. Hu assigned his biggest and brightest angel to "take care of KB". This angel once dwelt in the heavenly host with the others,  but when assigned to be in charge of KB, the largest volitile force of the universe as we know it, he became compassionate with KB's plight.  He listened to KB's desire to be in form  like Hu and Heartha. He thought he could take in KB's energy and control it for Hu. He allowed KB into his being so KB could experience angelic form. Big mistake- Lucifer became corrupted as well when over filled with chaotic KB energy. KB's goal became his own,  KB wants to be "like Hu", and KB wants Hu's mate, Heartha. And so the trouble begins...