Friday, 21 December 2018

Chronicles of Han Storm: Excerpt from Leilaka: Strongclaw

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Excerpt from Leilaka:

Halfway through breakfast a Raven made his appearance on the windowsill.
"Give me some" he ordered me, following the demand with an indignant squawk.
"Excuse me?" I asked the bird.
He hopped onto the bed, cocked his head so he had one beady black eye on me and demanded again "Give me some!"
I gave him a piece of the bread.
He pecked it out of my fingers without harming me, swallowing the piece whole.
"More" he insisted.
I put the plate down in front of him.
He ate every last crumb before hopping onto my lap.
Here he settled, comfortably starting to preen his feathers.
"I'm Han" I introduced myself.
"I'm Strongclaw" he replied.
"How can you understand me?" I wanted to know from the bird.
"How can you understand me?" he wanted to know back.
I had no way of knowing.
Strongclaw hopped back onto the windowsill.
"Thank you" he squawked before flying off.

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Thursday, 20 December 2018

Chronicles of Han Storm: Describe your main 'character' in a single sentence

Describe your main 'character' in a single sentence.
This from the Editor of #ChroniclesofHan
I'm not sure if I should feel flattered or if it was meant as satyr.
Any comments from those who know Han Storm?

Bhakta Anjana's profile photo

Hm, the Editor's description of Han Storm is indeed correct! But describing Han in one short line would distort his magnificent multi-faceted Being! Han has his mind set on one goal, and one goal only! Completing his mission of serving in saving the Universe! He was born for nothing other than this (in that lifetime!) Along the way, he is a teacher, a healer and a leader. And which description suits Han Storm best? Just when we believe we have him sorted-out, taped and understood, off he goes and shows us another facet! He will forever surprise us . . . "

Wednesday, 19 December 2018

Chronicles of Han Storm Fans

I finally pinned two of my readers down for a photo! Wolf Peyerl and Bhakta-Anjana. 6 October 2017
Interesting that a lot of my readers are pensioners (60-80>)

Tuesday, 18 December 2018

The Chronicles of Han: Does Sex sell books?

The Chronicles of Han: Does Sex sell books?

A good question. Does sex truly sell books? How much romance is too much for a wide range of readers? What is sexually explicit content? What is adult reading? What is just plain smut?
The Chronicles of Han contain such scenes, carefully debated for specific reasons which includes life lessons. Some content might be uncomfortable to elicit questions in readers. All scenes are judged before a strict panel of readers, including pensioners before going to print. Yet we advise readership from 18 only. For more information or free chapters visit
All comments welcome.
#Romance #SpaceOpera #Esoteric #Paranormal #Sex #ChroniclesofHan

Monday, 17 December 2018

Chronicles of Han FEEDBACK: An addiction

#Feedback #ChroniclesofHan Metaphysical Science Fiction Book Series

"This hooked me and now I'm addicted. The life of Han Storm is so interesting and I'll bet it will be a learning curve for anyone that read this Chronicles of Han Storm. It is an easy read and follow story. Han Gibson is an excellent writer and it is a privilege to share in her experiences." - Sonette Bosch

Sunday, 16 December 2018

Moira: Excerpt from Reclaiming Duback

Excerpt Reclaiming Duback:
"Moira was sitting comfortably on Mara's woolly carpet, a book in her lap. Her flaming red hair was hanging across a delicately shaped shoulder. She was going to be gorgeous when she was fully grown.
Absently, she stroked a strand of hair away from her face, her thin wrist reminding me that she had placed her own body in jeopardy in order to grow it so fast.
She had promised me that she would slow the growth rate down from now on, that she was satisfied that the body of a six-year-old was grown enough to enable her to have the skills required to continue her function on Creata.
Not that she had not been working extremely hard since being born. She had kept my body alive through many adventures and gratitude made tears well up in my eyes.
She looked up at me. Her eyes becoming soft and full of sympathy.
I love both of you she told me. "

Copyright © 2009-2016 H Gibson Chronicles of Han Storm

Saturday, 15 December 2018

Upon Handlers and the after effects of prolonged Astral Travel

Why some psychics need Handlers or sympathetic assistants.
After effects of prolonged Astral Travel.

Excerpt from Negotiating Limïer
"You should know that a Handler is someone who not only assists me, watches out for me, but guides me when I become preoccupied with metaphysical and paranormal functions.
It is easy to loose your way and it is better for me to have someone I can trust on hand to return to. You guys act as an anchor in an oscillating world where reality, as you know it, does not really exist for me.
I work between time, between past and present and future. I work in possibilities of futures. I experience futures whenever I have future visions and when I return from these visions my current may have changed . . . "
He sat behind me, mulling the words over in his mind.
"Then I am here to guide you back to sanity?" he wished to know, so innocently and sincere I could slap him.
Instead, I burst out into tears, an after-effect of working too many long hours without adequate rest.
"I'm so sorry, Major!" he exclaimed, coming over to squat down next to me, offering a handkerchief which I gladly accepted to cover my eyes and cry into.
"Astral Moods," I told him between sobs.
"Ennui, world-weariness and sudden mood changes," I dried the tears. "Occupational hazard. When you were out of your body for any length of time and have to return to this . . . flesh encapsulation . . . one tends to experience different reactions.
Sometimes euphoria and happiness, sometimes depression. The Astral Walker Assistants or AWAs call it Astral Moods.
It basically means what you just stated. Our assistants guide us back from the brink of insanity."
"But Slick did not experience this? He was fine when I left him."
"How long did he sleep?"
"About eight hours."
"I had none so far. Been going since getting into the Pod. My brain has not yet rested. I have not yet slept. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?"
He stood up, walked away from me while processing the information, returned to sit down on his chair.
"Then what are you doing now?" he waved a hand at me. "What are you busy with now, why are we sitting here in the sun?"
"I am trying to wind down so that I could get some rest and maybe, if I am lucky, some sleep soon."
"Then you are still hyped?"
"I'm always hyped."
"Okay. Do your meditation thing and become un-hyped. I will be here when you return, but I am seriously thinking this assignment is a bit beyond my qualifications."
Nōrwal made me smile and I felt happy while smiling. It was an odd emotion that needed more scrutiny.
Copyright © 2009-2018 H Gibson Chronicles of Han

Wednesday, 12 December 2018

Journeys of a Psychic, Blog by H Gibson, Author of The Chronicles of Han Storm

Journeys of a Psychic

Journeys of a Psychic, Blog by H Gibson, Author of The Chronicles of Han Storm

It is an unfortunate fact that the search engine bots are set up not to show new blogs in case searchers land on 'empty' or 'unengaged' content pages. Thus this blog that is supposed to complement the Chronicles of Han Books is still not visible in searches.

Friday, 7 December 2018

Universal Readings - Excerpt from Sovereign Dōhr

Universal Readings

An example as to how Han does readings for clients. It has not changed much. Excerpt from Sovereign Dōhr "I have heard so much about you," the General told me. "I do not know if half the things they say you did, or can do, is true. This I know. You change peoples' lives wherever you go. Whenever you touch someone, they change. I want to change too. I want to see where I am going, why I am here, what I should be doing. I need to know if I am going to be okay in the choices I am making, the decisions I am instigating. Can you . . . ? Would you be able to foresee for me?" I relaxed back into my seat, contemplating what this person in front of me was asking of me. 'I am not going to beg,' the General thought at me. "Will you be able to live with whatever I see, if I foresee for you?" I asked, leaning forward, focussing all my attention on the man in front of me. "I will not keep anything you tell me today, against you," he assured me. "That is not what I asked you," I warned him. "Will I be able to live with whatever you disclose?" he inquired and I nodded. "That is what I am here for," he confirmed. Continue reading

Wednesday, 5 December 2018

Acceptance of an incarnation - Sovereign Dōhr

Acceptance of an incarnation

Sometimes one has to come to the acceptance of your life, path and function to be able to move forward.

Excerpt from Sovereign Dōhr
"  I placed a chair in the sliver of sunshine creeping through the window, allowing the muted heat to disintegrate my bad mood and feelings of not being in control of my own body.
    Frankly, the thought of being so dependent on other people freaked me out. The great Han Storm must constantly be surrounded by doctors and nurse-maids to prop him up so he could do his grand job in order for millions of people to still experience a life opportunity.
    How sad.
    How truly, truly sad."
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Saturday, 1 December 2018

Subject - Astral Travel - Sovereign Dōhr

Excerpt from Sovereign Dōhr
Subject - Astral Travel
Duek condensed himself around me, making me shiver in his cold.
    "*Relax as best you can, leave your body in the hands of the healers, for they are the only ones that can assist you.*"
    Annoyed that he was suddenly back with me, I refused to acknowledge his presence, but heeded his advice in any case, turning on my back, calming my body down to where I felt the slight tremor as separation of spirit from body occurred.
    Then I drifted above myself, looking down upon the pale and drawn face of the body lying on the narrow bed, the heart-rate monitor indicating a sudden drop in mobility, blood pressure dropping so low that the body would be seen as going into a coma.
    Even brain function would show a decrease of activity with only vital functions still activated. For all purposes, it was an empty husk, set on automatic, to sustain survival of the flesh until the owner, which was truly the Soul-Spirit, should return to it.
    Aquil was aware of my departure where he sat on the edge of his seat, calling Panam on his comm.
    They would not be too concerned about my departure. They knew that when one left in the Astral, this was the typical symptoms a body displayed.
    Still, it was a stressful situation for those monitoring a body, for they did not know when, and if, a spirit would return to reclaim the body.
    With me, as long as the body was breathing, even shallowly, they knew I was still attached to it and would return.
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