Rings of Time: The Once and Present Queen

by John, Michael

• ISBN13: 9781452553689
• ISBN10: 1452553688
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2012-11-14
• Publisher: Author Solutions

Summary

After her miraculous return from the dead and what that meant to those in power, Arina Sophia Meran, well known as professional model, social reformer, fundraiser, mystic, and homeless advocate, becomes the target of assassination and clandestine attempts to silence her truth and eliminate her life.Arina remembers through dreams and other parallel transcendental experiences while she was dead the life of Saint Elizabeth of Hungary, a saint that should by birth have been a Roman Empress in the 13th century. She realizes that her present life is an opportunity to restore what was lost in the past including her memories, her mate, her own life giving talents, and her very regal place in the grand order of Life.The appearance of Elizabeth/Arina's soul mate further develops her intuitive ability to see through her lens of time. As their personal transformation and union evolve, so does everyone else that is fortunate enough to see or hear about her. The collective force of this charismatic wake coalesces into a right-relation, right government, nation-wide occupation that awakens people into democratic behavior and exposes the lies and false faith used to erase care and charity from humanity.Set in present day California and medieval German and Hungarian castles, England, and at the White House in Washington, D.C. Arina's manifestation of health and unexplainable phenomenon confirm the knowledge that secret forces fear: she is the re-Sourcement and the inspiration that will bring about long over-due personal and political changes.Will the once Goddess and present Arina ignite a revolution or will the hidden aristocracies of the world end her life?

Excerpts

"And thank you for returning the talent of remembering which you so long ago stole from the human race." She waved her hands at the illusion of corpses strewn out before the stage. Instead of the skull, he saw everyone was screaming with excitement as they watched the reunion. She said, "Imagine how abundant our planet home would be had we remembered all the knowledge within these multiple times, and how beautiful it will be when all the knowledge is in each one of our hearts. There will be no way anyone can harm another or the earth!"
"From Glastonbury, one of the knights has brought me a thorn that was around his head." She showed him. "All who have come before me are here." She tapped her heart. "Out of all their suffering, I come. I restore the immortal nature. I am the creative taken shape in form."
"You?" asked Louis. "You are just a Princess who would rather play with poor children than tend her duties. How can you . . .?"
"I am all who have ever appeared here and anyone who will yet come. Every evil person or good lives in me." She was at once beautiful and frightening; her face changed almost as quickly as she spoke, "I am the link, the wheel." She pointed at her breast again, tapped her heart, and said, "The future and the past are dancing together here. Here! I am the mother of my mother, the daughter of my daughter. All. All within!
"I am the loving receptive, "She stretched her hands toward the sky, "I am the dynamic creative." She lowered them to mid shoulders, "My cells contain a sequence that resonates with the divine. I have written the Lamb's Book of Life."
Brother, you are willing to allow my touch to reach your heart. Your connection with your own feminine opens you to me; life flows free and strong between us, and ultimately to the world. Yes, because of who you are, you have opened to my unexplored fullness and tapped a universe of feeling and primal energy. I have been waiting since long before this creation to be received and loved like this.
So now we have the keys to unlock the secret worlds within. We have lived long and many times to reach this place, and we are rewarded with this great affection and creativity.
"Now that I have found you, I can wear it again." As he met her at the altar, he picked up the ring. The reappearance of his ancient gifts crumpled her composure. Feeling faint, she held the wall.
The old mirror overshadowed her desire to see anything else. She picked it up and looked into it. As she looked into her reflection, she asked, "The mirror Louis gave Elizabeth?"
"No. The mirror I gave you!" Louis answered.
With a sound not unlike the wind rushing it came in over Galen's head, level with her neck . . . It came toward her . . . the double edged sword: Creatrix and Devouress . . . at one time - the sword and its agent - each revealing the other; one came with terrible malice, the other with infinite creativity . . . with infinite peace, it came rushing toward the back of her neck . . . it made contact . . . the chair shattered . . . the rose fragrance was everywhere . . . In a frozen silence all his own, only the assassin saw her head fall forward, bounce off Galen's shoulder, roll and come to rest across the stage.