A Resolution Of Dreams
About this audiobook
Abusir, Egypt 1800s, 'Band of Peace' Pyramids: Karl Richard Lepsius listed more than sixty pyramids. We are now aware of more than one hundred such structures still hidden beneath the sand.
"The late Egyptologist and indigenous wisdom keeper Ab'del Hakim Awyan, who was born in the village of Abusir near the Giza Plateau, stated Egyptians include twenty-two of these pyramids in what they call the 'Band of Peace' which includes Giza and other sites both north and south of that along the Nile."
The Great Pyramid of Giza is located directly at the center of the earth’s landmass. During 2170-2144 BCE, the Descending Passage of the pyramid pointed to Alpha Draconis [the North/Pole star]. No other star has aligned with the passage since that time. They were not only constructed and aligned to mirror the positions of the stars, but designed to replicate the harmonic cavities within the human body. The Pyramids are sophisticated oscillation systems. Each chamber, tuned to a specific biologic frequency. The priests used the sound waves to restore the body of those suffering to a correct resonant balance. What they discovered about the power of resonance was only the beginning.
The North Pole
Admiral Byrd flew into the inner Earth while over Antarctica on February 19th, 1947, he was under the impression he had discovered the mythical city of Shambala. Mythical, being the keyword here.
The Resolutionist’s Agenda: Three Hours Ago…
There is a balance to everything, the duality of Yin & Yang. But magic comes in threes. The transition; usually signaled by the arrival of a comet, begins. The trials commence, the mythology finds its footing and builds, tempered in fire by the evil that wants them to fail. Wholesomeness and decency have fallen out of favor. They rankle the nightmares who prefer the world dark. Snow White's lookalike has been poisoned. Prince Charming was bankrupted and sold into bondage.
It has all been building to here. The cast of Gathering & Persistence failed to comprehend the rules of the game. Every two thousand years, a transformation takes place, and the world changes. But for a smooth transition, the pieces had to be gathered. Temperaments grew and matured. A cast of wanderers, warriors, and wisdom seekers discovered. A new group, forged in fire, came together. But God has a sense of humor. It is not until you free yourself of all you thought you knew that you see it. Christmas is indeed a feeling, a gift that needs earning. Christmas is not a given, but there are protectors, and always, there are two. Santa Claus is not a person. It is a couple.
A thousand individual pieces. A million clues. If we find our hearts, we get paradise again. You see, God works in mysterious ways. But it has given us free will and placed the clues in plain sight; our story, written and preserved in the library of forever. With any jigsaw puzzle, you start with the edges and follow the colors. The patterns begin to build with every piece laid until the bigger picture emerges. But God has a sense of humor, and it's not until you set yourself free that you see the depth of it.
We find hope in our adolescent fables. We all have a destiny, however minor that may be. Something summoned, significant, consequential even, to some effect, that resides somewhere within our hearts. By completing my childhood promise, my life took a turn. What started as a debt paid grew into something beyond my wildest imagination. I hope I can do it justice. Christmas is coming.
"When did you two grumpmuffins know?"
"Leo told us after we initiated him."
"He had been visiting her in dreams, so he knew your other half."
"We set out to find the rest of the puzzle when M'olga tore us apart. You're not going to believe what we found."
“Just so you know, Rudolph isn't red; he's an orange."
About the author
I have been many things in this life. On September 30, 2011, I walked into an ASPCA in Florida and discovered a path that led me home to my heart. The circumstances of how and why I was there, I hope to tell at another time. All you need to know here is that I had no intention of adopting a seven-week-old kitten and writing a novel. Sometimes though, the universe does not respond to the 'intent of the observer.' It has other plans. In caring for him, I found a story. Days of constant care and observation revealed not just the beauty of his journey; but also one of wonder and play. Searching for aid and answers led me down a rabbit hole of discovery. The world is much more than you think. History, patterns, connections, science, fable or fact, are all leading... this morning, I am unsure where. Know this; it will be beyond our wildest dreams. I know the science behind the curtain. At least I thought I did. We are entering an age of discovery that is going to change all that we know.
The latest book, A Resolution of Dreams, is the last in the trilogy that included 'A Gathering' and ‘A Persistence.' It is the completion of a promise I made to my grandfather. After giving me a journal, Cugh wanted me to tell him a tall tale, "tell me a whopper," he said. I am sure he was busy and hedging his bet about keeping an eight-year-old kid entertained for two weeks. Still, he had planted the thought, and I pledged my commitment during that summer of 1966. Despite that, Adamsville, Tennessee, held other adventures for us that summer, and I never got around to it. These books are that promise fulfilled; this is his story. I do not know that I have delivered his whopper, but I gave it my all. The thing is, the world has changed drastically since then. The books are his tale discovered in hindsight, of my choices and consequences, of lost and newly encountered friends. It became a tale of courage and redemption; it became a roadmap to finding my way out of the darkness growing in the world, back into the light. I rediscovered the magic behind childhood.
My life was always building here. A Persistence rises within the dreams my grandparents planted; the cast of Gathering is in trouble. Every two thousand years, a transformation takes place, and the world changes. But for a smooth transition, the pieces all have to align. Temperaments and attributes fully develop. A cast of wanderers and warriors need discovery. A new group, forged in fire, comes together. A mentor. A child. A plant elemental. A God. A Trickster. A Dragon. A soulmate.
A thousand different pieces. A million clues. If we find our hearts, we get paradise again. You see, God works in mysterious ways. But it has given us free will and placed the clues in plain sight. The story was written and placed in a forever library, then lost. But with any jigsaw puzzle, you begin with the edges and follow the colors. The patterns build with every piece laid until the bigger picture emerges. We only find magic when we look for it.
"A wish is just a wish until wished" What would you wish for if you knew time was running out? What if you gathered your dreams and wrote them all on index cards? What if you trusted the universe to look over your shoulder, to guide your hands while you shuffled, then stacked them face down? Would you have the courage to follow through? Could you find it in your heart to believe? Could you believe in miracles? Could you believe in magic? What would you trade? What is a dream worth? What if the first card turned was: Love
I found hope in the old tales. I believe we all have a book that resides somewhere within our hearts. Whether or not we pull it into reality is always one of perseverance. My tales took on a life of their own. What started as a debt paid; grew into something beyond my wildest imagination. I pray I brought Cugh's tale to a conclusion he would have loved. I hope that I did it justice.
As usual, being self-published, any errors are on me; I tried to catch them all; I am sure I did not. But, I figure if I keep you entertained, you might forgive me for missing a comma or two. I hope you find something you enjoy; I hope you find something that touches your heart.
James Qualls
February 18, 2021
