Monday, 10 September 2018

Broken Promises - The Chronicles of Han Book Series Announcement

Broken Promises


Sometimes in life one has to face what is called the physical reality, turn and walk away like a Living Death, an end of a saga, quit and not look back.

From a loyal fan in 2014: "I find it totally impossible for an ordinary housewife with an ordinary husband and two ordinary little girls to have the time to sit down, plot these books with all the different characters, names,  scenarios, events, technical descriptions, names for the most weird creatures/things,  find venues for all of this to happen in worlds nearly similar to ours, in different dimensions, different universes, this life , inbetween lives, afterlife.......... and then she brings it all together in ordinary understandable English, including mundane little everyday happenings and while reading on you sometimes wonder why it was included and all this is given to us in bookform .......... books that keep you reading on and on because you want to see what comes next and then experience disappointment when you finish the book.........not because of what you’ve read, simply  the knowledge that the next one is not lying there, waiting to be read .  But, read on, I was given the promise that there are definitely more to come ....the next in the near future."

"Jaya Jagadish Hare, Jaya Jagadish Hare, Jaya Jagadish Hare," he repeated, softer and softer, while I felt the intense pain in his chest.
*What does it mean?* I wanted to know from him.
*Hail to the Lord of the Universe.*
It is done. It is complete. Hanuman Blessings upon this World and all those who believe in Him.
September 11, 1973

Han Gibson aka Han Storm, Krish Dameous, Macian Jamal, HHL Hanuman et al.

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Saturday, 8 September 2018

#Review - The Chronicles of Han - The Real Thing

Review - The Chronicles of Han - The Real Thing

"Hi Han
I am in the middle of re-reading book 1.  Now that I know the basic facts, it is fascinating to watch out for the finer details and descriptions as they unfold.  I can never understand how anybody can regard these books as made up fantasy, when one considers the incredibly detailed accounts of every move Han makes, as well as his own emotions.  I always had this rather vague notion that everything on the other side happens as if by magic, and never considered that the entities on the other side also have to work hard at making events unfold in the "right " way on this side.So. because I take the contents of these books  for "real" and have a serious interest in the spiritual world and personal and spiritual development, I am constantly "enlightened" by the teachings and insights that are revealed.  The fact that I know the author and one of the other main characters who have since passed over, makes the whole experience even more amazing. This explains why I have lost interest in reading other "made up" stories because I have found the "real " thing.
Love
Rachel"

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Tuesday, 4 September 2018

How to make money - Why artists, writers and healers struggle to get ahead in life


How to make money - Why artists, writers and healers struggle to get ahead in life


As an artist, writer and healer, I had been asked this question many times.

The key to any business, big or small, is "Repeat Business" and not "Single Sales" in a consumerism world.

Artists, writers and healers offer once off products that may or may not turn into a follow-up purchase. This leaves them with no option but to continually find new clients, especially if their clients do not speak about their artwork, books or skills. And even if their loyal fans proclaim and sing their praises, most people will not believe it anyway, or have this ingrained idea that they can not spend the undervalued amounts asked for said artwork, craftsmanship, book, or session in whichever form.

People in general will rather spend on luxury items or filling their bellies with something nice.
(Food and Consumables industry = Repeat business)

Modern Medicine knows this and has made it an art form to generate clients instead of cures. The same goes for all Medical accepted practices where clients (NOT patients) have continued repeat sessions to 'get' to the 'bottom' of their issues.
(Modern Medicine = Repeat Business)

The same model works for all 'system' based modalities where repeat attendance is required in order to 'gain' something from sessions.
(System Based Modalities = Repeat Business)

If one should sit down and analyze each business sector one can choose carefully whether you wish to serve, or self-gain.

Of course the ideal is to balance, but when there is no balance gained then one must choose which is best for survival.

Selling lots of artwork and/or books is of course the ideal, yet there are only so many hours in a day to labour in creating and writing (never mind marketing), leaving a huge discrepancy in workload to final product income ratio. In most cases the only industry gaining from these labours are the third party sellers, agents and middle man (to cut down on self-marketing in order to concentrate on creating).

With permanent healing, whether through sessions or substance, that is it. You have one unbalanced client who walks away not needing your sessions or substances ever again. Thus permanent healing does not generate repeat business, ever.
Investors and individuals do not buy into miracles. They will buy into repeat business (continued classes or visits to therapists), feel-good sessions (pampering or praise) and what they perceive as luxuries.

Paying for the substance or services of a healer is still a continued argument of "Your GIFT should be used for the benefit of Mankind" without compensation, or limited compensation in the form of donations, because it is a God Given Gift you had received and Heaven Forbid if you dare make it your income Profession. (This is besides all the other arguments against this, which we will not discuss in this opinion piece.)
Same goes with artists and writers. You were given a gift to GIVE to the world. And who will sponsor these artists, writers and healers?
You, or the public, as it seems to be considered a 'public' service to 'mankind'?

Next time you argue with an artist, writer or healer about price, think about the hours that went into creating the artwork, what SERVICE they are rendering, and what permanent benefit you will derive from their product. Artwork is forever and will continue to keep or grow its investment value. Books are repeat entertainment which might just become the next block buster movie. And what price do you place on true healing?

Disclaimer: This is a generalized opinion piece to inform artists, writers, and those in the original healing fields to maybe re-consider their career choices, or to make peace with the fact that they will have to keep their day jobs while practicing their God given gifts as hobbies only. Hopefully the general public will see a small glimpse into the daily toil and struggles of those so easily dismissed as 'non-essential' in society.

Ps. Put Actors on this list as well https://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/the-shaming-of-geoffrey-owens-and-the-inability-to-see-actors-as-laborers-too



Monday, 27 August 2018

Remembering Stephen Mitford Goodson - Author of Inside the Reserve Bank

H Gibson with Stephen Mitford Goodson, December 2015, Pringle Bay, South Africa

Remembering Stephen Mitford Goodson - Author of Inside the Reserve Bank


"A fantastic person with a sharp mind, not scared to share his controversial views and factual experiences, willing to take on the most powerful of politicians and ANC cronies in his bid to expose the truth." - Ronald Gibson

Stephen Mitford Goodson, November 2016, Pringle Bay, South Africa

I met Stephen in 2011 at my first Author Appearance in Pringle Bay, South Africa. Sadly Stephen died on 4 August 2018.

It is always a loss to the Literature Community when an author dies. The saddest is that most authors only come into their recognition once they leave this world.

This is a sobering moment, to stop and reflect on your own work and what you have accomplished thus far, as well as what you are leaving behind.

Stephen will be remembered as the author of controversial books. I will remember him as a brilliantly intelligent, soft-spoken gentleman just wanting to get his books out into the world.

To the public out there, now so eagerly wanting a copy of Stephen's work, I wish to ask one question. Where were you when he needed your sale while being a living, breathing, individual?

Support authors, artists and musicians while they are alive. It will make a difference in their lives.

Other links:
www.chroniclesofhan.com
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Message at the Funeral of Stephen Mitford Goodsen
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Saturday, 18 August 2018

Living a Multidimensional Life: The Risks of exposing your Self / OverSelf while in incarnated form


Living a Multidimensional Life: The Risks of exposing your Self / OverSelf while in incarnated form


Excerpt: The Chronicles of Han: Taming Encha
        "I'm sure you are doing fine, physically," my doctor informed me, not bothering with an examination. "Racewater has informed me of a difference in you that we need to address before I can allow you to continue with your duties."
        Doc G faced me, producing papers from an inner jacket pocket.
        Racewater kept a low profile, trying to melt away in the chair in the corner of the cubicle.
        "This is a sheet from the notes you made at Hei's house," Doc G told me, "and this is the name of the Planet you gave Racewater last night."
        He handed both samples of paper to me and I could only smile at their confusion.
        Did they not know that different personalities write differently? Could they not comprehend that Han Storm's handwriting would differ from Hanuman's.  
        Han Storm, my body-consciousness was created with certain inert personality traits to enable him to blend into the human society, to make him available for mankind.
        His handwriting was precise, the letters evenly spaced, sloping to the right, indicating an honest, trustworthy and hard working person.
        The name 'Mirragona' was written in regular, strong, upright letters and any graphologist would have told them that the character was artistic, a good organizer and a pioneer as well as someone that could be tactful. 
        "Racewater is afraid that your body has been taken over by someone else, similar to the crisis they had with you in Sunloen, originally," Doc G tried to explain their concern. "We do not have a clairvoyant on hand to ascertain that you are Han or not, therefore you will have to be your own defence."
        "What do you think, Sheldon?" I queried Doc G. "You are a medium and clairvoyant as well. You can see a person's aura. Now tell me what you see. Tell Racewater what you see."
        Doc G sighed.
        "It is still you, just so much more of you that I do not know how to explain it to anyone else," he sighed at me.
        Racewater sat up in his chair, eyeing us both suspiciously. "It still does not feel that way and those papers in your hands prove it!" he stated, stubbornly.
        "Then let Han explain himself, let him defend himself!" Doc G ordered.
        "Well?" Racewater encouraged me to explain this new scenario to them.
        This was such a ridiculous situation that I laughed out loud, running my hand through my hair.
        What to explain to these people! What to say to them to make them understand!
        Thinking back across the time since knowing Racewater, I came to the most logical conclusion I could.
        "Once you told me that when I changed, became different, someone else, you did not know me," I told Racewater. "At the start of these adventures, you and Thornton wanted to terminate me because of this difference you saw in me, yet after a while you realized that I was not dangerous to you or your missions and that I was just different. You learnt to work around this difference in Han Storm, to come to a point of acceptance of the new being in front of you.
        Such is the time now, for as you have once said, you had lost Han Storm a long time ago. When I work where I am ordered to by The Cosmos, I cannot stay Han, for Han cannot do what I can, therefore I have to become more of myself. Han has to become his Overself, his Higher Self, in order to accomplish what is needed, for you. For all of you. For this area of Creation.
        Then I become MySelf and people cannot deal with me, but they can deal with Han Storm for he is familiar to them and they can relate to him. Yet, when you see and perceive Me, his Overself, within this particular body-consciousness, you become nervous and suspicious.
        Despite this distrust, you expect my body-consciousness, you expect Han Storm, to perform to the best of his abilities at all times. You put pressure on him to get up and carry on as if nothing has happened to him.
        You are aware that he works all the time, yet you still see only the waking moments as working moments.
        You humans are insensitive and selfish. Han Storm gives his all, to the extent that he sacrifices himself to become all of HimSelf in order to assist you.
        I have come to the conclusion that it is not wise to be all of myself within physical form and I will return Han to you.
        Just know that he will not have all the faculties available to him that I have. He will be a lesser entity while in true physical form as himself.
        I will retreat now, for I can see that this area of Creation is not ready for what I am."
        I closed my eyes, feeling my heart breaking for I knew that I either had to hide my true Self from now on, pretending an illusion to all the people around me that I was truly, simply, just Han Storm and not the great entity that I knew I was and wanted desperately to bring to this world.
        Or, I could truly leave, just go, knowing that I did not have to keep my soul within this body-consciousness at all times. I could work in a separated way. My spirit-consciousness could still be Han Storm, but I could separate my soul, that which is me, and retire it to the Realm of Life near this area of Creation, keeping an active hold on my spirit and physical body that was still involved within this area of creation.
        *It would not be wise to split yourself,* Arbodehien reprimanded me. *You are to start working as a Navigator soon and then you would need all of YourSelf to be available, not just the spirit within the body of Han Storm.*
        *Then what must I do? How must I negate this issue, for it is a grave issue for me?*
        *You are the Master of Illusion, are you not?* she wanted to know from me.
        *Yes; so?*
        *Then prove yourself to me. If you are as great as I have heard tell, you can easily negate this situation. As far as I know, you have all the skills available to you, and more, now that you are almost truly you.*
        She was right.
        I was a stubborn entity, just thinking about myself, what a wondrous creation I am and how little Creatans will really know about me and what I truly do for them.
        At the end of the day, it did not matter.
        I was Hanuman.
        So what?
        They needed me to be Han Storm. So play the role as ordained by your Master.
        I, Hanuman, did not matter.
        Han Storm mattered.
        What I did now mattered.
        How I acted now mattered.
        How Han Storm related to this physical life right now mattered.
        I inhaled deeply, burying my heartache and MySelf deep within my Soul, sacrificing MySelf for the understanding and sanity of those humans around me.
        It was as if the whole Universe had held its breath.
        As I exhaled, there seemed to be a Cosmic release of tension that could be felt throughout, or just by me?
        I was not sure, but I felt free for the first time since my conscious journey within this body began almost two years ago.
        Opening my eyes, I watched Doc G hovering in front of me, enquiringly watching my face.
        "Hi" I greeted. "We were waiting for you. I see they have you working around the clock as well. Are you not supposed to just look out for me?"
        "N . . . no? I'm here to help whenever I'm needed. Are you well?" he wanted to know from me.
        "Of course. Never felt better. I had a long rest and am ready to face this person that has requested my presence. I cannot wait to meet him."
        Doc G took vitals, carefully monitoring every physical function. Racewater sat forward in his chair for the verdict. Which was nothing special as everything was as it should be.
        "I just need you to fill these forms in and sign at the bottom" Doc G stated. "It is the new ones for the insurance. We all have to do so and they had neglected to give it to you back on Duback."
        "Not a problem" I advised him, taking the clip-board from him, answering the personal questions on the questionnaire section, making sure I used Han's original handwriting and signature.       
        "Here you go" I told Doc G cheerfully, handing him the clipboard.
        "Thank you" he replied, quickly glancing at the handwriting, giving Racewater a thumbs up behind his back.
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Friday, 17 August 2018

The Chronicles of Han: Leilaka: Chapter 7 by H Gibson



The Chronicles of Han: Leilaka: Chapter 7

Leilaka, Chapter 7 available on Wattpad. Read all previous chapters, see how Han transitioned from Creata to Leilaka into a donated body, while his own body was sentenced to Crio-preservation in the Universe of Kraita.
https://www.wattpad.com/619576769-chronicles-of-han-storm-leilaka-1-intro-fantasy

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