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Interview with Dorothy M. Neddermeyer – Regression Therapist…


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My good friend, Mandy Eve-Barnett, asked me a couple of weeks ago to write a little something on reincarnation. I asked her to provide me with a guideline as this subject could easily be interminable, and she did.

Now, before I go ahead and give you the question and answer period, I want to admit that I have been a vocal proponent of reincarnation for many years. In fact, I was fourteen when I began to question the wisdom around me and consider this possibility. Since, well, let’s just say I have found supporters in many corners of the world, and by acting like the doubting Thomas my father always preached I should be to get to the truth, information began to flow and I began supporting the reincarnation premise even faster. Since, then, I have also come across a few of my past lives in what I call lucid dreaming, and in flashback bits of memory when encountering people who are very familiar to me, or when traveling to places that have spawned memories so vivid, I could not discount the souvenirs. All this information has, of course, strengthened my belief in reincarnation.

Furthermore, for all you enthusiasts who would like to find out more, you can touch base with the writings of Edgar Cayce who was the first sleeping prophet I consulted. His books on the subject provide extensive verification of the matter.

Another theorist on the issue for those of you who wish to make a more thorough investigation in the world of incarnation, you may consult Helen Wambach who worked in this field a long time and has documented many such occurrences using a scientific approach. She has many video interviews on the subject accessible through Internet.

Last but certainly not least, I thought who best to consult on this matter than a friend, Dr. Dorothy Neddermeyer who found interest in this topic as early as 1954 and has embraced her mission with dedication, education, and a vast experience in working in the field most of her life. For the purpose of this interview, Mandy and I (Joss Landry) have submitted a few questions to Dr. Neddermeyer, and here are some of her notable answers. Please note that Dr. Neddermeyer is available for a past life regression consultation through the Genesis foundation: http://drdorothy.info

1. Tell us about your qualifications? and (together with number 2) Master’s Degree in Clinical Social Work, Ph.D. in Philosophy Major: Metaphysics.
Certified NLP/Ericksonian Hypnosis Practitioner Certified: Past Life Regression Practitioner 30+ years experience. Past President International Association for Regression Therapists .

2. How you became interested in past life regression? At age 7, I received a message that I would have a significant impact in people’s lives. I learned about Past Life Regression work reading about Virginia Mae Morrow, the Colorado woman whose hypnosis-induced recollections of Bridey Murphy was first told in articles by William J. Barker in The Denver Post in 1954 . I was 12 years old

3. Have you encountered unusual past life stories? Having facilitated hundreds of Past Life Regressions many interesting past life juxtapositions have been uncovered. People from other planets? Yes

4. Are birthmarks signs of injury from a past life? Yes, birthmarks and other physical abnormalities and illness are often from a past life. The past life can be accessed and the trauma that has been carried into the current life can be processed and released.

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5. What aspects of a person’s past life might carry over to their new incarnation? All issues–mental/emotional, physical and spiritual that the person came to resolve in this life time.

6. Do you feel introverted people are a sign that they are holding on to a past life? It can be a sign, but is not considered an absolute indication of a past life.
Are they easier subjects for hypnosis? There is no research that I am aware of that posits introverts go into a trance easier than others.

7. How can you identify a soul you’ve met before?

• A strong attraction or aversion to a person — There are three types of soul mates.
• Overwhelming emotions when meeting.
• You click immediately/quickly.
• A sense of having known the person before.
• You read each other like a book. You have many things in common.
• Time seems to stand still when you are together.
• You have a strong connection even when apart.

8. Is there a limit to how many times you reincarnate? Incarnation is for the purpose of Emotional and Spiritual growth. As long as the soul desires to evolve in Emotional and/or Spiritual growth the soul has the option of incarnating to finish the work.

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Dorothy M. Neddermeyer. Ph.D.
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Life After Death – Books for You to Discover..


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In my many years of interest and research into this phenomenon, I have found many books that give enlightening information on life after death and reincarnation. Some are pure statistical lists, others belief based and others scientific. No matter the avenue of knowledge, you can find some exceptional stories in them all.

I have attached a link to Goodreads list of near death books for your perusal. Enjoy.https://www.goodreads.com/shelf/show/near-death-experience

Have you researched this topic before?

Did my blog posts entice you to know more?

One book I found many years ago, detailed a professor who agreed with several colleagues that the first one of them to pass would contact the others by any means possible. It was a year or so later after his death, that each colleague experienced ‘channeled writing’. They discovered that they had all written a paragraph detailing this professors experience on the other side. Once the narrative was collected and pieced together, it told of his death, details of his funeral and other details he could only know if he ‘saw’ them.

Unfortunately I misplaced this book years ago and have never been able to find it again. However, the story has never left me.

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True Near Death Stories…


Original article – http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2547714/Our-astonishing-near-death-stories-thousands-touched-thought-provoking-series-intensive-care-nurse.html

I was halfway to losing myself – and my baby

Carol Page, 67, a retired nurse and mother of three, lives with her husband John in Perthshire, Scotland. She says: ‘It should have been the moment I held my daughter in my arms. Instead, after a gruelling labour that lasted over 24 hours, my baby was  whisked away as the midwives treated me. ‘I could sense the panic around me as the medical team painfully pushed and pulled on my abdomen, blood seeping out.

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‘Then, suddenly, the pain lifted and I was fading, floating above my body.  ‘Though I could still hear the voices of the nurses, everything was quiet, gentle and a beautiful pinky white colour. ‘I wanted to stay in this pain-free and happy place, but then I heard the wail of my daughter and knew I had a responsibility to her and my two year-old son, Benjamin, waiting at home.  ‘Just as I made the choice to return, I heard a voice say ‘Christ, she’s back!’ and I slammed back into my body, where it was red, black and enveloped in pain. ‘I remained in hospital for five days and had numerous blood transfusions to replace the huge amounts I’d lost. ‘When I held Rachel in  my arms after those scary few hours, I was so relieved and happy. ‘ was halfway to losing her — and myself — but thankfully, I managed to hold on. ‘Forty years later, we still talk about it.’

Saved by my late grandmothers

Susanna Omuri said she had a vision of her late grandmothers telling her 'not to join them'

Susanna Omuri, 30, from Chigwell, Essex, is a stay-at-home mother to her 18-month-old daughter Isla. She says: ‘Almost 20 years ago, when I was 11, I visited a friend’s house. They lived on a dangerous bend and as I began to cross the road, a car came swerving around the corner.’It hit me hard, throwing me 30ft into the air. At that moment, suspended in the air above the car, time slowed  and I got a clear vision of my two grandmothers — who had died when I was young — standing in a group of other people nearby, though I couldn’t recognize anyone else. ‘They were shouting at me and saying I couldn’t join them. Then they purposefully turned their backs on me. ‘The next thing I remember was hitting the bonnet of the car and then the road. I was in agony, but fully conscious the whole time.’Despite being covered in bruises and suffering from shock, thankfully I was relatively unharmed.’An ambulance took me to the hospital and on the journey I couldn’t stop thinking about how angry my grandmothers had seemed.’The nurse told me that at the speed the car was going I should have died, and would have done if I had landed in any other way.’She said a fairy godmother must have been looking after me. I was sent home that day.’I was three when my first grandmother died and six when the other passed away. ‘Being so young when they died, I had only a hazy recollection of what they looked like, but when I saw them at the moment of the car accident they were as clear as day.’

Moment I knew my son was going to die

‘My husband Ken and I were staying with him, and I went out to speak to him.

Angela Dent, 61, said she had a premonition predicting her son's death

Angela Dent, 61, said she had a premonition predicting her son’s death

‘As I looked at him, a strange calmness came over me. We asked each other if we were OK and both said yes. In that moment, I got an inexplicable feeling that I would never see him again and that he was going to die. ‘We held each others gaze. ‘There was no sadness or smiling. It was strange and unnerving, but I have never felt so certain of something before. ‘I went back inside and into my bedroom and woke up my husband Ken to tell him of my premonition because I felt so strongly that something bad was going to happen. He told me not to be so silly.’Simon went off to work a little later. That night at 3.37am, the phone rang when Ken and I were asleep in bed. ‘I started crying, knowing it would be the news I had been dreading. ‘It was one of my son’s friends saying there had been a terrible car accident and Simon was very badly hurt. ‘We arrived at the scene of the accident, but our son had already been pronounced dead.’I was strangely numb, but knew that it was his time. I will never forget that moment when we looked at each other and I just knew.’

Childhood near miss that still haunts me

Anne Sanderson, 64, believes she had a near-death experience when she was a young child

Anne Sanderson, 64, believes she had a near-death experience when she was a young child

Anne Sanderson,  64, a retired medical secretary, of Larbert, in Falkirk, lives with her husband Derek, a landscape artist. They have two grown-up children. She says: ‘I had a near-death experience 62 years ago when I was just two. My twin sister, Lesley, and I had been put into our shared cot by our mother, Susan. ‘I recall the sparse but sunny room clearly, with its linoleum on the floor. Lesley was standing in one corner of the cot  and I was standing opposite her when she suddenly sneezed.’I got such a start that I fell over the raised cot side and onto the floor. At the same time I had one of the strangest and most lasting memories I’ve  ever experienced.’It was a dream-like scene where I found myself floating high above  Earth, looking down from outer space.’The blackness was all around highlighting the colours I could see below me — all blues, greens and yellows marking out the countries and seas. ‘I could see the entire globe so I must have been a long, long way away. There was also a slender, silver cord attached to my left hand side, reaching all the way back to Earth.’I felt very tranquil as though it was the most natural thing to be happening, even though I had no idea what I was looking at.’This happened in 1951. No colour photos of the world like that had yet been taken, let alone produced for a toddler to look at, and we didn’t even have a black-and-white television. How could I have known what the Earth looked like? ‘Fortunately, it was not my time to go. ‘I discovered much later that I’d cracked my collar bone. I regained consciousness in the hospital and have gone on living for six decades.’

White-robed man with a tranquil smile

Teacher Jan McPherson lives with her husband David, 68, a retired civil servant, in Carmarthen. They have two children. She says: ‘Five years ago, I grew ill with a lung condition called bronchiectasis which meant I had difficulty breathing.’As my condition deteriorated, I had the same dream over and over again. ‘In it, I went to a wooden door with a brass handle. Every time I tried to open the door it stayed closed.

Jan McPherson, from Ferryside, said she had a dream in which she saw ‘a man in white robes’ while she was suffering with a lung condition called bronchiectasis

One night the door opened and inside was a garden filled with blond children playing by a waterfall.’They had smiling, angelic faces and the air was filled with laughter. I had an overwhelming feeling of calm. In the corner was a man in white robes. ‘He had a long, grey beard and hair and carried a stave, rather like a shepherd’s. ‘He had the most a tranquil smile I have ever seen and radiated warmth and light. ‘Soon, I knew it was time to return, but I felt sure I’d had been privileged to witness such a scene.’Over the next few days my condition began to improve. I believe I was touched by healing hands and miraculously given strength from somewhere that night.’

I was hovering 10ft above hospital bed

Bob Pendlebury, 63, a retired financial services manager, lives in Hove, East Sussex.

Bob Pendlebury, 63, a retired financial services manager, said he recalls floating ten feet above his hospital bed after an asthma attack

Bob Pendlebury, 63, a retired financial services manager, said he recalls floating ten feet above his hospital bed after an asthma attack.He says: ‘Five years ago, I had an asthma attack that very nearly killed me. I was at home with my wife when suddenly I felt very tired and my breathing became difficult. Within minutes, I was struggling for each breath and panicking.’My wife, Nicole, rang for an ambulance and I was rushed to A&E, where they gave me emergency drugs and adrenaline as I had stopped breathing. I was convinced I was about to die.’I blacked out in one of the emergency rooms while doctors surrounded me, pulling tubes in and out of me.’The next thing I can remember is hovering 10ft in the air in the corner of the ceiling, looking down at myself on the hospital bed. I could see lots of people rushing in and out of the room.’Then suddenly my wife was leaving.

‘I was not in pain and couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. I remember thinking: ‘That’s nice, Nicole’s abandoning me.’ Then I felt a sting in my neck, as though vinegar was being poured into my artery, and suddenly I came to again. Things slowly came back into focus.’I made a full recovery.I later found out that magnesium had been injected into my neck as a last resort. My wife told me they’d been moments from performing a tracheotomy when I suddenly started breathing again.

Strange dream as my heart stopped

Carol Paradise had a near death experience in hospital in January 2013

Carol Paradise, 71, a former mayor of Bath, lives with her husband David, 75, a retired builder. They have three children. She says: ‘A year ago, I went into hospital for a straightforward gallstone operation. But the gallbladder burst and my organs began to shut down. ‘I was unconscious for two days and my heart stopped three times. ‘From those two days, all I can remember, vividly, is the strangest dream. My friend Anna was sitting by my bed and I suggested that we go for a walk in the grounds.’We came to a circle of grass edged by a low stone wall that looked down to the sea. ‘A group of people joined us and we turned to enter a cave that led into a black tunnel. ‘The group, none of whom I recognised, seemed happy and went into the tunnel. ‘I looked around and Anna had disappeared. At the last moment, I turned around and went back. ‘Then I remember waking up, being rushed along a hospital corridor and seeing my family around me.’I made a full recovery eventually and was told I had been very lucky to survive.’

A vision of nuns at my feet

Gerald Grainger, 69, from South Wales who suffered a near death experience when he had a heart attack in June last year.Gerald Grainger, 69, lives with his wife Laurel, a retired sales assistant, in Merthyr Tydfil. They have three grown-up children.

He says: ‘I was at home last June when I started feeling chesty and sweaty. My wife Laurel insisted I called 999.’In the ambulance, the lovely paramedic, Vanessa, was talking to me when suddenly I felt myself floating down a square tunnel lit by a bright shining light.’I could see four faceless figures, dressed in nun-like habits with pointy hats, float beside me and there was a feeling of calm, as if I was suspended in a lovely dream.’I was looking ahead at what I thought was a large garden when suddenly everything went into reverse and I was speeding backwards through the tunnel and I was awake, my face pressed up against the side of the ambulance with Vanessa saying: ‘Come on Gerald, fight for me, come on.’’We arrived at the hospital minutes later where I stayed for six days, after apparently suffering a heart attack and ‘dying’ for five minutes in the ambulance. ‘Vanessa had shocked me with a defibrillator and carried out CPR until I’d eventually regained consciousness.’When I returned home, I continued to see visions of those nuns at the foot of my bed every night for about six weeks, and, strangely, their presence felt very comforting.’I used to be afraid of dying alone, but I’m not any more.’

 

Have you experienced anything like this?
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Although I have not experienced a near death vision I did have a vivid dream once that showed me driving down a hill and the brakes failing. At the bottom of the hill there was a cross roads. As the car raced downward, I saw a large truck approaching. That is when I knew I would hit that truck and die. I did not recognize the location and dismissed the dream for years.
However, about seven years later a new boyfriend picked me up and said we were going to a new pub for supper. I was happy until I saw the hill – it was exactly the same as I dreamt, which filled me with dread. I asked my boyfriend to stop the car until I could calm myself. He soothed me by saying if he wasn’t in the dream then it would not come true. Eventually, I agreed and we drove down the hill, across the crossroads and onward to our supper date with no incident. Needless to say I did not travel that route ever again.

Does Past-Life Regression Work..? Re-blog


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As you have read before – https://mandyevebarnett.com/2016/07/13/regression-past-lives-visited/ – I underwent a regression session many years ago. I would like to experience this again in the future as my curiosity wants to know, who I was in the other four lives that I did not explore.

This interview with a doctor who uses regression to assist patients is intriguing and gives a new light on the ‘popularity’ of regression. It can be a useful tool to banish emotional fears and bring understanding to behaviors that were previously unexplained.

http://www.oprah.com/health/Does-Past-Life-Regression-Work

Of course there will always be skeptics and I was certainly skeptical when one of my ‘lives’ turned out to be a squaw. However, it explained my fascination with that aboriginal life from any early age, it was ‘memory’ of that life.

There maybe ‘traces’ of a past life, which you have never explored or explained. Examples are a fascination with a particular era, a fear of something or even a birthmark that is evidence of an old wound or is ‘just like’ the one on an ancestor. Meditation can release past memories in some people, giving them an insight into current behaviors and in some cases resolves irrational ‘fears’.

Would you go for a regression session?

Have you already been? Would you share your experience?

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Regression – Past Lives Visited…


reincarnationMy fascination with reincarnation began while I was a trainee nurse. I was allocated three terms on geriatric wards and although slightly unusual, I was happy to care for the elderly. Their life stories and experiences had me spell-bound on many occasions.

One particular instance sparked my curiosity and started my journey into researching life after death and reincarnation. I have related this story often and it is published on my blog within my writers group website. Here it is :

Whilst training as a nurse, I was assigned three rotations of geriatrics; two male and one female. It was while on one of the male wards that this event happened. My night shift started at 9 pm and after the usual updates from the day staff, my colleague and I were left to care for the old gentlemen.

One gentleman took my hand as I fluffed his pillows.

“Thank you so much for the daffodil.”

“Daffodil? I’m sorry, what daffodil.”

“It was so sweet of you.”

Thinking he was in a confused state, I just made sure he was comfortable and continued with my tasks with the other night nurse. The two of us administered medicines and settled the patients for the night, then turned most of the lights off. Our desk was situated at one end of the ward so we hear and see all the beds. For several hours we took turns in attending to patients needs, writing out reports and taking vitals.

At about 3:30 am, the gentleman who had spoken to me, passed away. After the doctor had been, I attended to his body. After cleaning and wrapping him in a sheet, as is the custom, I left him for an hour and went to write my report.

Later with everything in place, I watched the day staff arrive. One nurse was carrying a bunch of daffodils – yes, I was very shocked. The reason not only because of what the old man had said but also the fact that it was the midst of winter, much too early for daffodils.

“Where did you get daffodils from?”

“They’re from the florist down the street. The blooms are forced in greenhouses. I couldn’t resist a piece of spring to cheer us up.”

“May I have one bloom?”

“OK but why?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

I gently placed the yellow flower between the old gentleman’s hands, just the way he had described. He had told me he had ‘seen’ this happen and knew he was going to pass away. It had given him peace to thank me for my kind thought. As to how he had ‘seen’ this event before it happened, I have no idea, but I did want to ensure it was done.

Although this was not the first time I had experienced strange events of a spiritual kind; I had seen a ghost at the age of ten; it was the catalyst for me to start researching. Whether you believe in reincarnation or life after death or not, the subject is fascinating.  Today researching this or any other subject is easy with the internet but at that time it was visits to the library and reading through numerous books to find the details, events and research I wanted to feed my curiosity.

After several years of research, I decided to put the theories to the test and went for a regression session. Under hypnosis I was directed to seven doors. Time only allowed me to enter three. These are the lives I found through those doors. Again I have already related this event on my blog. For those of you who have not read it, here it is: Regressed Lives

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I look down into the still glassy water and see an old face, deep down I know it to be my face, and the deep lines creasing my eyes, cheeks and mouth are at the same time familiar and alien. Dark brown eyes and skin are in contrast to my hair, which was once a shiny ebony mantle but now streaked with silvery grey, hair now thin and wispy in one long plait down my back. Splashing my face with the icy cool water, I look up to see the tepees across the stream that feeds the lake and raise my old body upwards. I’m only good for collecting wood, minding the children and cooking. My days past slowly. Without a husband, I have to ingratiate myself to my daughter’s brave, be of help so I can have a place to sleep, tucked into the side flaps, under my buffalo bedding. Walking back the horror of that far day comes back, maybe it’s the similar setting, the crispness of the air but I ‘see’ the riders coming over the hill, the crack of the guns and the sudden screaming, startled me. The soldier’s were yelling and laughing as they rode through the camp, shooting my friends and family, everyone they see fleeing.  I was helpless to stop them, I’d screamed back but was too far away. Fear stops me running toward the murderers but my heart breaks as I watch the massacre. Crouching under a bush I covered my ears until long after the screaming and pounding hooves had ceased. Too scared to move I waited until nightfall before walking back to a blood soaked and burnt earth where my home had once been.

I hadn’t noticed I was walking as the horrors around me had numbed my body and mind. The land was silent and still as though shocked and sadden as was I. Whimpering coming from the far side of the camp leads me gradually in that direction. To my utmost joy I found my grand-daughter but my grief had sprung into my heart as I saw she is huddled underneath my own daughter’s body. Taking her up into my arms, other sounds around me come to my ears as one by one the women and children uncovered themselves and crawled out of their hiding places.

This past will never leave me and I wait for my time to come when I will be with the spirits and my husband, who had fought so bravely on that fateful day against an enemy so cowardly and strong. The firewood is weighing heavily now as I enter the camp and I smile at the last of the Lumbee tribe survivors.

(Over 15 years after my regression session, my cousin found out that we did have a great, great grandfather married to a squaw of the Lumbee tribe.) Lumbee

Manor House

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My feet hit the icy floor, as I swing them over the bed’s edge, the cold chills my body very quickly even though I try to dress as fast as I can. Mother is already gone from the little attic room we call home. Tying my long hair into a bun, I walk quietly and swiftly down the long back stair case. The warmth and noise hits me as I enter the kitchen, cook’s voice shouting orders, the pan’s being filled with water, eggs being boiled and bread being cut. Cook is a hard task master so I run straight to the scullery cupboard to collect my brush and bucket. Quiet as a mouse I walk into the great rooms upstairs and start cleaning out the fire grates, laying out new kindling and on to the next one. I must be careful to be swift and unnoticed by the Lord and Lady, their graciousness to let my Mother stay after the disgrace of my coming; it must never be forgotten or taken for granted.  Being our Lady’s favorite hand maiden had made all the difference to my Mother staying or being thrown out, once her pregnancy was discovered.  I was put to work as soon as I could be taught to polish the silver ware, sitting at the servants table hour after hour. Our precious day off once a month was time for Mother to show me the outside world and let me play in the huge grounds and gardens.

Mother didn’t tell me about my Father until very recently, when I think it was more of a warning away from men. I had noticed a young gardener the month before whilst walking through the walled garden and his eyes seemed to penetrate my very being. I hadn’t noticed that Mother was still walking ahead and that I was rooted to the spot, staring back into those wonderful eyes. Her voice made me jump and look toward the sound. Catching up to her as she strode purposely on she started to tell me her story. She too had been entranced by a young gardener in this very walled garden and quickly became obsessed with him. Every month they would meet in secret and he told her of faraway places and his adventures. Swearing his love for her and the promise of marriage she succumbed to his wiles. Another month and he was gone without a word and quickly she realized her condition. Lady Havalore did send men to find the rogue but he was long gone and no one knew of a young man called Ted Franks, it probably wasn’t his real name anyway. Mother continued her duties as long as was possible and after my birth did as many of her duties as she could between nursing and comforting me. Luckily I was a quiet contented baby and my little crib was set in the scullery during the day for  warmth.  Looking at the grand ornate gates I can see the letters of the manor’s name but cannot read them; reading and writing are for our betters not the likes of us.

(With careful research through Who’s Who, I managed to find this manor house in Kent, England.)

Wooden farm shack

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The smell of the cattle, the steam from their bodies mingles with the morning air. Waking early, I am excited knowing father is taking me to the town today. The trip will take most of the day on the cart, which is filled with grain, vegetables and trailing two cattle, all of which father will sell for cloth and other supplies. Leaving Mother, my brothers and sisters for more than a day is such a treat. There are advantages to being the oldest but I have a feeling father has an ulterior motive in taking me. Last autumn he had encouraged me to visit Bayard in his father’s butcher shop. A match between us would be a favorable match for our farm and their butcher shop. I really enjoy the ride into town with so much of my life spent around the farm, escaping to see the different views and smells is wonderful as well as having no chores to do. Father maneuvers the cart through the dirt streets and to the rear of the butchers shop. I can feel myself become hot and nervous, Bayard is so handsome and I hope my appearance is pleasing. Just as I think about him there he is at the door in a blood splattered apron greeting us with a wave and a smile. Lowering my head I glimpse Bayard come to the wagon to help father lead the cattle to the little shack at the rear of the shop, he will slaughter them later I’m sure. Watching him walk away from me, his muscular body makes me flush. “Wilda, move yourself.” Father’s shout makes me jump, so grabbing a sack of sawdust I enter the shop’s rear store and greet Bayard’s father with a quick nod and place the sack upon the floor. The air is full of the smell of meat and blood mingle with the sawdust scattered there. I have become accustomed to the smell over time. At first it clawed at the back of my throat and stayed within my nostrils, now it is a reminder of Bayard and I have come to love it. Sitting quietly while my father talks, I watch Bayard through the veil of my eyelashes imagining him oblivious to my staring. However as our father’s leave the store, he turns smiling and asks if I would like a drink, keeping my head lowered I gently nod.

(With no records kept I was unable to find where this life was lived)

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My novel, The Twesome Loop has a reincarnation theme weaved between southern England and the Italian slopes outside Rome. The narrative follows four main characters who find their souls mates in another lifetime.

Do you believe?

Have you had experiences you can relate?

 

Lost Words of Horror…


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alogotrophy                        1753 -1853
excessive nutrition of part of body resulting in deformity
Was he born with that huge head, or is it the result of alogotrophy?

brephophagist                    1731 -1875
one who eats babies
The character Fat Bastard is a disgustingly obese Scottish brephophagist.

deartuate                            1623 -1653
to dismember
He cunningly hoped that if he deartuated the body, he could hide it in the hole.

magistricide                        1670 -1670
the killing or killer of a teacher or master
While many have considered magistricide, few are bold or wicked enough to do so.

magophony                            1711 -1711
massacre of magi or priests
The acts of magophony that accompany religious intolerance are simply unacceptable.

mancation                              1727 -1727
maiming; mutilation
The general would suffer no mancation or execution of fallen enemy troops.

modernicide                         1774 -1774
killing or killer of modern people
While the Luddites were radical traditionalists, they never engaged in modernicide.

occaecation                           1608 -1691
the act of blinding
After his occaecation, he was unable to enjoy simple pleasures such as reading.

thysiastery                             1657 -1657
sacrificial altar
They laid the babe upon the thysiastery with his mother’s willing consent.

My sentence:

As the prosecution relayed the alogotrophy affected man’s actions in court, several women fainted. The evidence showed his use of a thysiastery to practice modernicide and subsequent brephophagist, after deartuating his victims. The only wirness had escaped after being subjected to occaecation by the defendant. Several others charges included magistricide and magphony.

Remember to drop by http://phrontistery.info/clw.html for more fascinating words.

 

Alternative Living -Community-Supported Farms…


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A community-supported agriculture group (CSA for short) is an association of people who pledge to support local farms and share the risks and benefits of food production. The growers and consumers share the produce once it is harvested after investing at the beginning of the year. Some CSA’s also provide products such as eggs, fruit, flowers, honey, and meat. The subscription costs vary and a portion may even be in lieu of labor contributions. The term CSA is mainly used in Canada and US but there are other subsystems worldwide.

 

Biodynamic agriculture was formulated in Europe by Rudolf Steiner in the 1980’s. The system was brought to the US from Germany by Jan Vander Tuin from Switzerland and Trauger Groh in the mid-1980’s. Vander Tuin and associates formed the CSA Garden at Great Barrington in Massachusetts and The Temple-Wilton Community Farm in New Hampshire was created by Trauger Groh and his group.

However, an earlier system was created in the 1960’s Dr. Booker T. Whatley, a professor of agriculture in Alabama called the Clientele Membership Club. There also existed in Japan a similar model called a teiki in the 1970’s.

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Today there are some 13,000 CSA farms in north America, mainly in the  upper-Midwest, the Pacific coast, New England, the Northwest, and Canada.Their popularity is in direct correlation with environmental awareness as well as urban projects to grow food in cities for the homeless and disadvantaged residents. One such project is the New York City Coalition Against Hunger, which is spread across all five boroughs. The largest CSA is the Farm Fresh to You in Capay valley, California which supports 13,000 families. The oldest (17 years in 2012) is the Quebec CSA network.

This unique non-profit system provides finance to the farmers for improvements and new infrastructure as well as technical support and guaranteed customers. With involvement and funding from the consumers and stakeholders, it is a stronger consumer-producer relationship.Thus ensuring the quality of product and reduction of food waste.

 

 

Although each CSA has its own unique structure and marketing strategies the core ideology is the same shared funding and shared risk. Any surplus produce is sold at farmers markets, to local restaurants, on-farm retail and natural food stores. Unsold produce is sometimes given to local food banks.

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Have you experienced or worked with a CSA system in your area?

 

Welcome Courtney M Wendleton…


Courtney

What inspired you to write your first book? I wasn’t in a good place with my stepmom at the time and I sat down and just started writing a story where the stepmom and dad split up and the daughter has to take care of everything while the dad is off to work. Somewhere it changed into this tomboy finds love book.

How did you come up with the title? Football was such a “big theme” of the book, that it only seemed fitting for it to be part of the title. So I sat down with the family and actually watched football, then the title just came to me- “Touchdown Interruption.” The name just fits perfectly as the characters’ lives are interrupted by different things.

Touchdown

Is this your first book? How many books have you written (published or unpublished)? “Touchdown Interruption” is my first book. I also have two out in a series called “Innocence” and “Revealed” that are published. So currently 3 completed but many still in different draft stages.

InnocenceRevealed

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? In my Legend series there seems to be a message of never really being able to know someone. The main character finds her world turned upside down when she leaves home for the first time and learns she has been lied to for years by her own parents.

How much of the book is realistic? “Touchdown Interruption” is very realistic, in a lot of what happens in it can happen in real life. The Legend series…not so much, but that is because it involves Vampires, Banshees and other mythical creatures.

Are your characters based on someone you know, or events in your own life? So far none of the books I have published are based on my reality in anyway. That being said I have a friend who passed away about two years ago and I am wanting to make a story with her as the main character.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book? No I don’t think I would change anything in “Revealed.” I’m sure if I were to go back and read through it, I would find something but at the moment there is nothing I would change.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers? Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed the book and don’t forget to write a review! Lol. I really appreciate the readers and hope they enjoyed what I write because I want my stories to be shared and to bring some joy to their lives.

What is your favorite part/chapter of your book/project? There is a part in “Revealed” where Olivia (Main character’s best friend and Morrigan) rips out a boy’s soul. I just think that would be so cool to see as she puts her hand through a guy’s chest and pulls out a filmy silver Spector and is able to put it back.

What is your favorite theme/genre to write? I don’t really have a favorite. I try to through different themes/genres into one book so hopefully there is a little bit of everything for everyone.

Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it? I never say never. In fact I have a couple of books in the works that involve very taboo subjects that people only whisper about behind closed doors.

What book are you reading now? I am currently reading “Roots” by Alex Haley. It has been on my To Read list for years and I have finally decided to get working on that list.

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest? R.K. Ryals author of “The Story of Awkward.” Joelle Charbonneau she wrote “The Testing” series. Aileen Erin who wrote the “Alpha Girl” series. There are many more but those are in the top 5

Do you see writing as a career? I know a lot of people view it as a hobby, and I can understand that, but I do view it as a career. A career should be something that you are passionate about, driven to do and at the end of the day makes you want to wake up and do it all over again. That is my career ideal. To me that is a writer.

Where do you see yourself in ten years? In ten years I hope to see at least one book on a best seller’s list somewhere. I don’t need a big publishing deal or anything, I just want validation that my books are being read by people who are enjoying them.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? Research, and fighting writer’s block. I am researching WWII for a historical fiction and finding exactly what I am wanting drives me insane because I keep finding other articles that drives me off on tangents. Then with writer’s block, I’ll have all these different scenes I want to write, but can’t figure out how to tie them together so they flow well.

Have you ever hated something you wrote? One of the projects I’m “working” on. The working title is “Forbidden Fruit” and is one of those taboo subjects I mentioned earlier. I hate it because it hits close to home, but at the same time love it for that reason. I am also afraid of what could happen when it comes together.

What book do you wish you had written? So many come to mind! I would have to say “It” by Stephen King. So wonderful, so scary, so perfect!

What is your best marketing tip? I don’t have one. I use social media religiously and I’m still not sure if it is working or I am just a bad writer. lol

What genre is your next project? What is it about? My next project is a Historical Fiction, unless I finish the third installment in the Legend series first. Then it will be Romance/Paranormal/Fantasy. “The Price of War” is about Ilse Von Adler is just a regular teenager from Potsdam, Germany. Her mother and father have one goal for her and that is to find and marry a respectable German man so she can fulfill her duty to Germany. Wanting to please her parents, she goes in search of the type of men every girl wants…a handsome soldier. She meets her prince charming at a party, but doesn’t see him again and is forced to be courted by her mother’s choice, Geoge Lehrer. A primary school teacher with bad habits. During their courtship she realizes how repugnant he truly is and turns him into the Gestapo, where she meets Heinrich Herrmann, her soldier from the party, again. When Heinrich kills Geoge in front of her for his crimes, she decides something must be done. Not for Geoge, but for those Heinrich and others kill for no reason. With her motto, “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer,” she begins to fight back in the only way she knows how. The book follows her through her adventures of striking up a courtship while living through World War II, and hiding precious secrets from everyone to save lives. Will she survive the war or pay the ultimate price? Find out in December of 2015!

How do we find your books, blog and bio?

My Blog: https://charliesangel0069.wordpress.com/

Books: http://www.amazon.com/Courtney-Wendleton/e/B00KYMLGKC/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/CneyWndlton

Bio: My name is Courtney M. Wendleton; I am 25 years old and live in Ocean View, Hawaii. I was born and raised in the northwest corner of Missouri. I love to read, write and play video games. With my small obsession to write, I have an even bigger obsession with names. I can sit for hours coming up with names for my characters and not know it. I also love to travel and have lived in four different states, including Alaska.

Living in Alaska was a whole new experience, I almost died due to health problems that had risen during my time there. Since then I have moved back to Missouri and lastly Hawaii, where I am content to stay for a while.

Returning Author – M K Turner…


Join me in welcoming back M K Tuner and her intriguing murder mysteries.

MK Turner

What inspired you to write your first book?

A conversation with a friend. After a good gossip, she stated “They wouldn’t believe you if you wrote it down.” I decided to give it go, and using a mixture of the quirks and oddities from some colourful characters we knew I wrote a tongue in cheek, farcical, murder mystery, Murderous Mishaps.

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How did you come up with the title?

As I never intended to publish the story, I called it Murder and Moet. Murder for obvious reasons, Moet, because the characters were on a weekend jolly, and were celebrating with champagne when the body was discovered. When I later decided to publish, my editor warned of using the brand name, so I asked Moet if I may use it, and they declined, stating, that while they were happy for me to refer to it within the body of the text, they didn’t think it appropriate to have the brand connected to murder on the cover. I was hoping they wouldn’t mind the extra advertising, albeit small, but it was not to be. I changed it to Murderous Mishaps.

Is this your first book? How many books have you written (published or unpublished)?

This was my first novel, and writing it did give me the spur to carry on writing, but I decided to test myself and see if I could write a serious murder mystery, and came up with the characters of DC John Meredith & Patsy Hodge, and wrote the first in the Meredith & Hodge series, Misplaced Loyalty. I have now published five novels in the series, the latest being One Secret Too Many, and am currently working on another, yet to be given a title. In addition I have now published Murderous Mishaps, and another novel, The Recruitment of Lucy James.

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Are there messages in your novels that you want readers to grasp?

I don’t set out to send a message as such, but I do want readers to ask – Why? We all know the world can turn upside down when someone is murdered, and that the ripple effect reaches out into the community, sometimes in unexpected ways, and once over the shock of the act itself, the main question is – why? When I read a novel, irrespective of the genre, I want to know as much about the characters as the storyline will allow. I have read some cleverly crafted plots which have kept me guessing until the end, but when I don’t understand why a certain character would have – kept the secret, killed her aunt, left her husband, or any number of actions – I’m left wanting more because it doesn’t add up.

Therefore, however horrific the crime, I want the readers to know that both the heroes and villains are human, leading their own lives away from the main storyline, and it is what happens in those lives that affect how they react in different situations.

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Are your characters based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Of course, but never exactly, a mannerism here, an attitude there, and a snippet of gossip or news, which is screaming out to be exaggerated or explained.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

Good question, I’ll have to get back to you on that. In One Secret Too Many, I killed off a regular character and I’m not sure how that will go down with my regular readers. I agonised over whether or not I should for weeks. I even wrote two different endings, but ultimately, for me, it had to happen.

One Secret

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I want them to be entertained, engaged, and hopefully keep them guessing until the end.

What is your favorite part/chapter of your book/project?

That has to be the relationship between Meredith & Hodge. They were always going to be a couple, but the nature of their personalities and how they react to the issues they encounter is an ongoing challenge. Plus, of course, I don’t want them to be too predictable, so in each novel a situation will arise where they have to show a weakness or quirk that has not previously been revealed. Much like making new friends, just when you think you know what makes them tick, they will react to something in a way you would never have expected.

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What is your favorite theme/genre to write?

Definitely mysteries or thrillers and when planning the story, I make it so there are several possible outcomes, and it’s not until near the end that I actually know ‘whodunit’, or perhaps why.

Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?

TI would never write erotica. However great the characters, after the first few sex scenes, for me it becomes boring and fairly predictable, and does nothing to enhance the story. I read Fifty Shades of Grey, and I liked the main characters, so much so, that I also read the second to find out what happened to Ana, but I found myself skimming page after page wanting to get back to the story. I didn’t bother with the third, a friend told me what happened, and I was disappointed.

What book are you reading now?

I have recently finished Diamonds and Dust by Carol Hedges, and thoroughly enjoyed it. Set in Victorian London, it is very atmospheric, with clever little one-liners hidden amongst the narrative, and left me wanting to know what happened next. It was the first Carol Hedges I’ve read, and I wasn’t disappointed. I now have a stack of authors I’ve yet to read on my kindle, but have yet to decide which one is next.

Do you see writing as a career?

In a way, yes, with the exception of family/dogs/household duties, it takes up more time than even my part time job. Will it ever pay enough to say it’s what I do for a living, who knows? But it is certainly what I ‘do’. Everything else is a necessity to get from one end of the week to the other, not necessarily unpleasant, but writing is a necessity for no other reason than the writing itself. I watch about an hour or so of television each day, and afterwards will think, that was funny, or entertaining, or had a great ending, etc. but I would rather be writing something and wondering whether I’d achieved one of those things.

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Where do you see yourself in ten years?

At my desk, staring out the window overlooking the beach and sea beyond, pondering the latest plot, and wondering whether to brave the heat and walk down to the local tavern for lunch. When I’m being sensible I hope I’m still selling books, and earning enough not to feel guilty about the time it takes up.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Promotion. Always the promotion. Editing is hard work, proof reading worse, but they help one to improve the finished product. It’s the telling the readers at large about the product which I find most difficult, and am sure most seasoned writers would shake their heads in wonderment at my feeble attempts.

Have you ever hated something you wrote?

Of course, many pages have been written and stories started, based on a great overall idea, but something was missing, or the character was good, but wrong for the story, so it ends up in the bin. Some survive awaiting the planned re-write, but most will wait in vain.

Lucy James

What book do you wish you had written?

So many! But to choose one, I suppose it would be A Kind of Loving by Stan Barstow. A gritty story, and follows the fortunes of Vic Brown and how he woos the girl he believes he loves, Ingrid. It shows how their relationship grows and ultimately fails. I was about fourteen when I read it, starry eyed and hoped every relationship ended with roses around the door. I kept hoping that something would happen to change the inevitable, and when it didn’t I re-read it to find out what clues I’d missed. They were all there, some subtle, some that smacked you in the face, and it helped me grow up a little. There were consequences to your actions, however small, which added to the domino effect which eventually gathers a momentum all of its own, bringing your ideals crashing down. To be able to draw a reader in like that, to make them hold their breath and care so much about the characters, that they try to will the characters to take a different route, all the time knowing they won’t, yet still keep them reading to the very last word, is a skill every writer wants. Of course I have read it as a cynical adult and still loved it.

What is your best marketing tip?

Do it! I hate marketing. It’s a necessary evil I don’t do enough of, or well. I get side tracked on social media, and irritated by form filling.

Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

As mentioned it’s the fifth in the Meredith & Hodge series, One Secret Too Many. Everyone, including Meredith has secrets that ultimately will cause their downfall. Meredith & Hodge are assigned cases with high stakes, and that one secret too many causes the death of one of the regular characters. But to find out how a bombing in Northern Ireland is related to killings in the former Czechoslovakia, and the Russian Mafia you’ll have to read it.

How do we find your books, blog and bio?

Website: http://mkturnerbooks.co.uk/

Amazon Links for all books:

http://smarturl.it/OneSecret

http://smarturl.it/MisplacedLoyalty

http://smarturl.it/WrongShoes

http://smarturl.it/IllConceived

http://smarturl.it/TinSoldiers

http://smarturl.it/MurderousMishaps

http://smarturl.it/LucyJames

Here is MK’s last interview link: https://mandyevebarnett.com/2013/04/12/interview-m-k-turner/

 

Liebster Award – Open To All…


I found this award over at: http://suddenlytheyalldied.com/2015/03/18/award-season-continues-again/

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As I love conversing and sharing with other writers, I have taken up the challenge.

  1. What makes you dance?  The completion of a manuscript, the first sight of the new book cover and any music with a great drum beat.
  2. What is your favorite genre?  Don’t really have one… I read multiple genres and write them as well. I favorite Stephen King, Kate Morton, Felix de Palma, Maeve Binchey and James Long. So you see a broad spectrum.
  3. If you could have lunch with one of the captains from Star Trek or one of the characters from Star Wars, who would you choose and why? My husband watches these shows…not really my cup of tea. Although, I am drawn to the strong female characters. B’Elanna and Seven of Nine are great levers of those around them and do not concede quickly. As for my choice of Star Trek captains, I think I would choose Captain Kathryn Janeway – she stands her ground but her decisions are emotion and instinct based, which is her strength.
  4. Which five books would you take with you to a desert island? Ferney by James Long, Under the Dome & The Stand by Stephen King, The Lilac Bus by Maeve Binchey, Thrush Green by Miss. Read.
  5. Why did you start blogging? I was encouraged to begin blogging by my publisher and members of my writing group to highlight my passion for writing and to connect with other writers and promote my novels. I enjoy the community and interaction of my blog and set a schedule and theme/topic for the year prior to New Year’s day each year. One year I utilized a desk diary word of the day and created posts every day using the day’s word. It was a lot of work but was thrilling to see where my mind went to create each post.

Do please link back here if you take this award – I’d love to read all your answers!  Or if you don’t want to take the award, then answer some of the questions in the comments below.  Let’s get to know each other!

I would like to extend the invitation to my followers and these are the questions I have set.

1. If you could become a character from a novel, who would you be and why?

2. Given the opportunity where in the world would you live and why?

3. What was the first song (record, CD) you bought?

4. Which movie(s) do you wish had not been made from a book(s) and why?

5. Which era do you prefer in art?

Do have fun and link back so we can find your answers or leave a comment here.