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Here's some excerpts for an author i really appreciate.  Her writing is great, plots excellent etc.

Laekan Zea Kemp is also running a giveaway, so do have a look!

The photo has the giveaway details and here are the extracts form her new book;

Excerpt #1:

The parking lot hasn’t changed; the science building looks the same as that first day of school five months ago. But as I sit in my car, watching girls I met during orientation skip up the steps, hugging their bags, excited to play nurse, I try to convince myself that something inside me has. That today I’ll actually be able to go inside. That today I will stop lying and be the person they want me to be.

Class starts in approximately seven minutes—the class I should have taken and passed last semester, moving me one step closer to a degree in nursing.

Six minutes.

I sit in the parking lot, watching the clock tick down. The car is in park but I can’t bring myself to turn off the engine. 

Walk inside.

I turn off the car, reminding myself how much I’ve already wasted on tuition and books.

You can do this. You can.

I reach for my bag.

Get. Out. Of. The. Car. 

And then I can’t breathe.

My mother’s shoes.

All I can think about are my mother’s shoes.

How they’ve sat in the same spot by the door for almost twenty years. Scuffed and cracked, the shadow of her foot pressed to the leather even when the laces are loose. I imagine every hallway they’ve ever walked down, every door they’ve propped open, every mess they’ve ever stepped in, every second they’ve held her up when all she wanted was to collapse. Because one of her patients couldn’t remember her face or their daughter’s name or how to speak.

When she lost one I’d wake to the knock of the rolling pin and the smell of dough warming on the hot plate. Sometimes I’d try to take the pin from her but there was something about the force, about the rhythm that reminded her how to breathe. We’d work in silence and three-dozen tortillas later she’d wrap them in foil and drive them to the family. The family that only visited once a month. That would accept my mother’s food without acknowledging that she was more family to the deceased than they were.

And then the next day she would go back to work.

For almost twenty years. She went back.

And if I step out of this car, if I walk up those steps, if I sit at that desk and pretend…how long will I be sitting there before I realize I’m trapped?

I take a deep breath, the scent of a thousand shifts at the restaurant tucked into the fabric of the front seat. Mango and cilantro and epazotetomatillos and roasted pepitas and tortillas. I can’t sleep without those smells tangled in my hair, without those flavors still on my tongue.

So I have to decide what’s scarier: living a life that doesn’t belong to me or losing the one I love. If the truth breaks my father’s heart, I know he’ll take it from me. But if it doesn’t, if he understands, if I can makehim understand, I can be free.

I weigh each option, simmering in the anxiety they provoke, in the hope. Because I have to do what scares me. It’s the only way to ward off the helplessness. To stay in control. I always have to be in control.

Which means that today is not the day I go inside.

My stomach drops, my hand reaching to put the car in drive again.

Today is the day I tell them the truth.

Excerpt #2:

The room empties until there’s no one left but a few people snoring. Pen stays put too, standing across from me. Her cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, her expression stoic.

“Should we call it a tie?” I say.

She slides a shot glass over to me. “There’s no such thing.”

“Okay…” I reach for the coin. “Call it.”

She calls heads. She wins.

I try to steady my voice. “Go easy on me.”

“Truth or dare.”

“Truth.” It’s the only game I want to play with her.

“Okay. Where are you from? Originally?”

I sigh, relieved. “Puebla. I moved here when I was twelve.”

“My turn,” she says, not wasting any time.

“Truth or Dare,” I counter.

“Truth.”

The question immediately forms on my tongue—who are you…really?—but it’s too harsh, almost accusatory. I mull over the words again and finally settle on, “Are you really as brave as you seem?”

She doesn’t smile. “Yes. And no. Your turn.”

“Truth,” I say.

“Are you as cool, calm, and collected as you seem?”

I huff out a laugh. “Sometimes.”

“And other times?”

The laugh slips from my lips. “I’m a fucking mess.”

“My turn.” I can’t tell if the abrupt back and forth is driven by her desire to reveal something about me or to be revealed herself. “Ask me another question.”

“Why did you drink before they could say who your brother…you know…?”

Pen glances at the window seat where Chloe is asleep against the sill. She rolls, sensing our eyes, and Pen lures me onto the front porch. The breeze is warm, the night sky hidden behind grey clouds. I expect Pen to explain but instead she’s silent, proving once again that Chloe’s secrets, unlike everyone else’s, are safe with her.

Beneath the light whistle of the wind, crickets chirping, I say, “You’re a good friend.”

She ignores the comment, sitting on the lid of an old paint can. “It’s your turn.”

I sit down next to her. “I’m ready.”

She narrows her eyes. “Okay, for all the marbles this one’s a two-parter. One truth and one dare.” She stares at the street, cheeks burning.

When she faces me again mine are too.

“Truth,” she breathes. “Do you want to kiss me?”

I don’t look away or even blink. “Yes.”

She doesn’t look away either. “Dare.” She swallows, leans in. “Do it.”

My hands move first, trusting that the only way to make them stop shaking is to press them to her skin. My thumbs graze her cheeks, fingers in her hair. It’s soft and she’s warm and for a long time I just look at her, closing the space centimeters at a time while I take in the lashes that are stuck together by mascara, the birthmark buried under her left eyebrow, the small dimple on her chin. I stare, sorting every piece into things that feel good and things that hurt like hell, into things I never want to forget and things I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I never have to.

But before I have a chance to savor those first few breaths slipping between her lips, they’re pressed against mine, falling and climbing their way back up. I taste her lipstick, her tongue, and it makes me dizzy. Her hands are on my knees, pinning me there, and then they’re on my waist, on my shoulders, both of us gripping each other like we’re clinging to the edge of a cliff. Afraid of falling off. Or hoping that if we do, we’ll fall together.

Suddenly, Pen stops moving.

She stops breathing, my wild heartbeat the only sound.

I open my eyes and she’s not staring back. She’s staring at the street. At the car parked in front of Angel’s house, cigarette smoke slithering up from the open window, flesh and ink viper flexed against Jago’s forearm as he hangs it over the side of the door.

I’m on my feet and so is Pen. She shudders, angry, and unafraid. But I’m terrified. And not just of Jago seeing me here but of Jago seeing her. I don’t know how long he’s been watching us but I can tell by the way his mouth twitches that he knows who she is. To Ignacio Prado. To me.

The engine purrs as the car pulls forward. Just in time for Angel to step outside. For Jago to say hello to him too.

“Get inside, Pen.”

She straightens, shoulders heaving.

“Pen…”

“No.” Her stare sharpens. She charges down the steps. “He’s not gonna fucking do this.”

Angel wrenches her back. “Are you out of your mind?”

My heart races.

“Stay away from us!” Pen shouts, trying to tear herself from Angel’s grasp. “Stay away from the restaurant. Fucking stay away!”

She seethes but the faster her breaths, the more transparent she becomes. Beneath the anger, beneath the shock, her eyes glisten with something like fear. And it’s all my fault.

Jago hangs his head back, a whistle cutting between his smile. He leans on the gas, letting the engine growl, and then he speeds off.

Pen glares until he rounds the corner and then she finally lets Chloe pull her inside. I stay put, afraid of facing Angel. I know Jago’s been following me and because I wasn’t being careful I led him right to Angel Prado’s house. To Pen. Her rage wasn’t directed at me but what she doesn’t know is that it should have been.

“I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t mean for—”

“It’s not you,” Angel stops me. “It’s…” he shakes his head, “it’s not you.”

 

 

LITTLE NOTE; MY BOOKS ARE ALL ON PROMO RIGHT NOW, TOO!!  ON AMAZON.COM; CO.UK.; .FR ETC

 

 

NEXT VISIT TO ALSACE

HI

I will be in Alsace 30 May till 13 June 2018, doing my thing. After that, Sept/Oct 2018

Anyone wishing appointment or to takes courses in Reiki/Seichem or the Violet Flame, please contact me via my contact page and I will get back to you asap.

bonjour

Je serai encore en Alsace le 30 mai--13 juin 2018, en travaillant.  Prochainement, septembre/octobre 2018.    Si vous souhaitez RV ou apprendre Reiki/Seichem ou La Flamme Violette, merci de me contacter vers la page 'Contact' sur ce site.  Je vous repondrai dans le meilleur delai.

PROMO

HELLO TO ALL VISITORS TO MY SITE

JUST TO LET YOU KNOW THAT ALL MY BOOKS WILL BE ON PROMOMOTION FOR ONE WEEK STARTING VERY SOON; ON KINDLE AND OTHER E-READERS

Visit www.amazon.com or www.amazon.co.uk etc

best wishes to all

 

BONJOUR A TOUS QUI VISITENT MON SITE;

POUR VOUS DIRE QUE TOUS MES LIVRES SERONT EN PROMOTIONS/SOLDES POUR 1 SEMAINE, COMMENCANT TRES BIENTOT; EDITIONS KINDLE/AUTRES LECTUERS ELETRONIQUE

VISITER;  www.amazon.fr ou www.amazon.com etcetera

bien a tous

I get these insights every day from Bob Proctor's website.  I thought I'd share some here.

Set your sights high, the higher the better. Expect the most wonderful things to happen, not in the future but right now. Realize that nothing is too good. Allow absolutely nothing to hamper you or hold you up in any way.   Eileen Caddy – 1917-2006, Author

One of the strongest characteristics of genius is the power of lighting ones own fire.     John Foster – Author

 

An image, again drawn from my request to the artist, Sarah Louise Pennock. Apologies for the not wonderful scanning!

Lords of Melchizedek

The name, Lords of Melchizedek, was given to me by a very high-level stream of consciousness because I pushed for something to identify this energy which was with me all the time.

Being human, it was I who needed this, not the consciousness visiting me!

The pictures you see are how this stream, or energy, showed itself to me--again as a human, I wanted a visual reference. 

LINK TO GIFT OF HEALING TV

Here are the links to the programmes in which I have participated.

Ici les liens pour les programmes ou je participe.

1. Webinar link: http://webinarjam.net/webinar/go/replay/5471/0ac6d9223c/EP2352770TZ

This one is a healing and vibration raising meditation, by me, along with a short healing session by distance to viewers. 

Celui-ci est une meditation par moi-meme, ou la vibration personelle est elevee, suite une seance courte de soin energetique a distance.  En anglais.

2. YouTube Link - http://youtu.be/fANIai6D5l4

This one is a panel discussion about which therapist and which therapies to choose.

Celui-ci est pour regarder (en anglais) la conversation de choisir un/e therapeute et des therapies qui vous convient.

My Work

As many of you know, I began this blog site as a way to introduce the Rays to people who were interested in matters universal and spiritual and to blog about the Ascension Process.

Reiki and Seichem etc.

However, part of my work is still to teach Reiki/Seichem (principally) Egyptian Cartouche and Quantum Touch, all of which are forms of energy healing.

I am prepared to travel the world as a Reiki and Seichem Teaching Master, Egyptian Cartouche Teaching Master delivering those courses.

As this is the only way I earn a living, the groups I teach need to be large enough for me to pay my expenses and also earn that living.

I speak English (native language) and French;  for any other languages, I would need an interpreter. 

See Reiki/Seichem page for dates of courses.

Contact me via the 'Contact' page to organise courses in your area.

Metaphysics/Channelling/Violet Flame/Lords of Melchizedek

Lords of Melchizedek; There are already 10 levels of this simple, yet intensely powerful energy work. As people are now moving faster into their spirituality, these levels will be changing somewhat over the next few months, but will achieve the same level of advancement for those who take them.

I am currently formulating courses in Metphysics for those who have expressed an interest. 

Violet Flame levels I  and II are ready including the initiation into the VF; level III is being prepared currently.

Channelling is on the way, too!  I have found that many people who are gifted with communicating with Spirit are not always in control  of who or what comes through.  I begin with the basics of protection, vibration elevation, discernment (about with whom one keeps spiritual company) and meeting one's guides.

Sound Therapy; a day's course in the use of sound for; cleansing, healing and empowering.  Details by email/phone after you use the 'Contact' page.

For more information or to organise these courses in your area, get i touch with me via the 'Contact' page, please.

 

Affiliate links; for further self-help;
http://www.quantumcookbook.com/?afl=72358
http://www.nlpsecret.com/?afl=72358
http://www.themindcontrolcourse.com/?afl=72358
http://www.manipulativepsychology.com/?afl=72358
http://www.selftalk.ws/?afl=72358
http://www.geniusmindset.com/?afl=72358

 

 

You Might Think I am Crazy, but.... On peut penser que je suis folle, mais---

This blog began about the Ascension Process 2012 and beyond.

Many people belive that the Ascension is only about December 2012.  I believe it is a much longer process than a few days connected with a planetary alignment.

So, here is my take on it in the following pages along with various experiences I have had.

For those who understand how it is to be a lightworker, it's comprehensible.  For those who don't, this may seem crazy!

For the print version of my book on the Ascension, see Amazon.  The Lords of Melchizedek; A Down To Earth Guide to the Ascension Process by Karen Jane Tinker.  It's also on Kindle and available at www.smashwords.com for other e-readers.

See My Books page for more.

Ce blog est au sujet du Processus de l'Ascension 2012 et après.

Beaucoup de gens pensent que l'Ascension est seulement en décembre 2012.  Je crois que c'est un processus beaucoup plus long que les quelques jours associés à l’alignement des planètes.

Dans les pages suivantes mon point de vue à ce sujet ainsi que quelques expériences que j’ai eu.

Pour ceux qui comprennent ce que c’est que d’être un travailleur de lumière,  ce sera compréhensible. Pour les autres, cela peut sembler fou

Mon premier livre au sujet de l'Ascension, Les Seigneurs de Melchizedek est disponible sur Amazon Kindle en français ainsi que mon deuxieme--Entre le Ciel et la Vie Terrestre par Karen Jane Tinker. 

 

 

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Dear Karen
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Dear Karen
Did you make measurement of Your way of healing people ( Certificate, Studies on people,...) ?

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12.01 | 11:40

merci beaucoup Karen pour tes explications claires sur ce forum
et surtout pour ta disponibilité depuis que je t'ai retrouvée

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03.05 | 23:55

I really enjoyed this interview and the meditative exercise for re-harmonizing my chakras.

Thank you! :)

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Just watched Lords of Melchezidek on Gift of Healing TV. What an amazing and beautiful experience! I continue to be blessed by your work and energies.

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