Saturday, 21 December 2019

Chicken Therapy with Therapy Chickens

Chicken Therapy with Therapy Chickens

Since having chickens I had to adjust to a more 'life just is' attitude. I did not expect the results of becoming a chicken person, but it seems as if the chickens are assisting me in becoming a happier person, keeping me grounded and focused on what I need to do, not just for them, but in effect for my family and my life as well.

What I find the most interesting of the chickens are their absolute sense of immediate joy in life, misery when they are unhappy, their gratefulness when they receive something from me, or their excitement when they find something extraordinary like a fat earthworm, screaming gleefully so the rest of the flock may know about it and the tag race is on!

They also teach about death and that sometimes death comes suddenly and unexpectedly, or sometimes a body just can not survive the rigours of life and gives out. And you watch and can do absolutely nothing but give as much love as you can in those final moments of a preme or a late hatcher with underdeveloped internal organs, a weak heart, or shock.

This includes hatching. Some eggs start out well but suddenly stop developing in the second or third week. Life just gives up. Creating a new body was not to be.

And then the miracle of hatching, which I find fascinating. The little wet bodies turning into balls of fluff, full of life and joy, each one with their own personality, from the first few hours.
No matter how many chicks I've held in my hand, I keep on marvelling at the creation of life.

Yes, I guess I've become a chickenholic. Wiser, more fun-filled, happier, and definitely having a lot more love to share with the world.

Han Gibson
Author, The Chronicles of Han

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Tuesday, 17 December 2019

Chronicles of Han at the Artisan Market in Spanish Lookout

We had a lovely day at the Artisan Market BZ in Spanish Lookout on Saturday, 14 December 2019.

Chronicles of Han Storm fan Marvin McCarthy and author H Gibson at the Artisan Market in Spanish Lookout this Saturday.
Marvin stated: "I had a serious problem with your warning about sleep deprivation. You see, I need my sleep!"
Author H Gibson with #PreservingCreata fan and photographic artist, Sheila Caim at the Artisan Market BZ in Spanish Lookout on Saturday.
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Meeting a Belizean Legend

Meeting a Belizean Legend 

I'm ecstatic to finally have been able to meet Dr Rosita Arvigo from the Arvigo Institute. Rosita Arvigo was a devoted student of Don Elijio Panti. I was privileged to meet Rosario Panti last year. These are wonderful people preserving the knowledge of Belizean medicinal plants.

A list of Dr Arvigo's most loved books can be found on Goodreads

"As I'm currently on a personal journey in Belize, as an author, healer and herbalist, having met with one of Don Panti's daughters, the Shaman Rosario Panti, it seemed like destiny or fate to walk back into my apartment and on the shelf lay "Sastun" as if left just for me to find and experience some of Don Panti's life." H Gibson, 26 April 2018

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Thursday, 5 December 2019

6 hour read

Living a Multidimensional Life, the autobiography of author, H Gibson, covers the NDEs (Near Death Experiences), Life Review, impact, and recovery process from Third Degree Burns to 35% of the author's body.

This book is meant be a stand-alone to be enjoyed independently while complementing the current Chronicles of Han past life book series.

A short, 6 hour read to stay on topic of the accident, hospitalization and recovery process. If you love true survival stories, this is a must read.

Saturday, 16 November 2019

Free books - Preserving Creata - Part 3 - Progress

Complementary Copy of Part 3, Preserving Creata, Progress

Part 3 of The Chronicles of Han, Creata adventure. Han Storm returns to New Haven to wrap up the challenge with his enemy in a unique fashion. The three colleagues, Daniel Racewater, Panam Ridgeback and Han Storm start their new career as Security Force Investigators, inadvertently being placed on the path of Destiny in assisting their Planet. 

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Saturday, 9 November 2019

Chronicles of Han Storm: Review - Remarkably Resonant of Dr Strange

Feedback Review on The Chronicles of Han Storm book series.

Preserving Creata received the following opinion from a satisfied reader:
"Finished your first book. Well done. Looks like a movie. Have you seen the movie Dr. Strange? It's remarkably resonant."

Hmm. Interesting observation.

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Thursday, 24 October 2019

Past Life Recollection: Making amends, forgiving yourself, moving on

Excerpt from 'Negotiating Limier'

Sadness overcome me as I thought about the betrayal of a loyal friend, the unfairness of life, the grand scheme of things, and how little people knew what really went on behind the scenes of Creation.

    What the reasons were for what happened to us, why it happened in those specific ways.

    The tears spilt uncontrollably from my eyes, running in rivulets down my cheeks to drip onto my chest and into the towel wrapped around my waist.         

    This was one of those lifetimes I had been devastated by.

    I did all I had to do. I played my role to the best of my ability. I gave an outstanding performance . . .

    . . . My Emperor had but one goal in life. Climb the ladder of Ruler of his world as fast as possible.

    Kill all who oppose him or stood in his way.

    That was his motto and as I blessed his raids for success and granted good weather with my elemental skills, my own fame spread to rival that of my Master.

    As our reign increased, I was shown how to accumulate wealth, followers, and to become cocky in my own appearance of wanting power, right down to be seen as greedy and unreasonable.

    Although my Emperor was warned by his family and close companions of my obvious thirst for power and riches, he did not want to listen to them, stating that a man of the Spirit could surely not be corrupted. In his eyes, I was the Most Heavenly Messenger of god.

    His absolute trust in me broke my heart, but I kept up pretences, became insolent towards the Emperor's family members, took boons for myself to agitate him to come to his senses and see that he could not go about slaying people while his own Kingdom was under threat, by his most trusted advisor, by me.

    It took the stroke, and eventual death of his mother to bring him to his senses. To bring him to me where I sat, waiting for him in my gilded tent.

    Eventually he came, his rage under careful control, his plans worked out to catch this unholy shaman off guard.

    Putting surprise on my face at his visit, I buried the fear and heartache of what I knew was coming.

    A duel was proclaimed between his brother and me to finally resolve our issues.

    As I left my dwelling, guards grabbed me, bound and gagged me.

    One lifted me off my feet, dropping me onto his knee, the excruciating pain making me black out.

    I woke a while later, writhing in pain from my broken back, hearing how the Emperor addressed the crowd that had gathered.

    "This beloved of Heaven had lost his way, forcing the gods to choose between us. I have broken his power. The gods have chosen."

    My Emperor pointed at me. "It is my decree that he dies alone, in the worst of agony." Turning to his guard he ordered them to cover me with a canvas so I would perish in solitude and would not be able to look up into Heaven to find any solace at all . . .


    Even at the end, after all I had done to him, he showed me mercy. He could just as well have me impaled and staked out for everyone to spit on, as he had done so many times with his enemies.

    I thought it kind that he bestowed this last act of decency upon my body-consciousness, to hide my shame from the public and to give me the opportunity to leave my body in peace.

    Of course history is told from different viewpoints and every story has many sides. The name I was called in that lifetime would forever be remembered as that of the ambitious, greedy, jealous shaman.

    But did my ultimate sacrifice make a difference in the lives of ordinary people?

    I wished to think so.

    The lesson was learnt. The message received loud and clear. You could not trust anyone, especially not the messengers of gods.

    You had to find your own way, you had to take responsibility for your own life. You could not put it in the hands of others who supposedly knew more than you did, by divine intervention.

    Yes, you could listen to their advice, but you had to follow your own heart, listen to your higher self when you felt things were incorrect.

    This little episode did give a better outcome for the conquered nations. They were taxed instead of killed outright.

    The Emperor found other advisors who assisted him to keep his empire for as long as his natural life lasted.

    In some small way, I felt that my brief suffering had been the change this individual had needed.

    This was not the first Emperor I had served.

    I felt sure it would not be my last.

    Lifetimes changed.

    Some life adventures were primitive.

    Some were experienced in advanced civilizations.

    I could not say that I did not appreciate the primitive adventures. They had their perks. But, heck, the advanced ones were a lot easier to live.

Han Storm: The Chronicles of Han, Negotiating Limïer, Creata Adventure, Part 12. Copyright © H Gibson 2009-2019