In loving memory of Tigger

A tribute to a wonderful cat. May your family and all who knew you have some loving memories and indulge with snippets from your daily life.
As all cats do, we hope you find a comfy spot in heaven to watch down on the antics of your humans.
RIP Tiggs 31 January 2019

A visit to the Queen - Excerpt from Saving Leilaka

A visit to the Queen - Excerpt from Saving Leilaka

" Immediately crouching down, I rolled out of the entry in order to avoid rough hands I knew could crush my skull.
This technique did not quite achieve the success I have hoped for. As I regained my feet, the tip of a lance was pressing against my throat.
"Neat trick, Human!" Gorrd growled.
He did not like me, only tolerating me for being the consort of his Queen.
Relaxing, he removed the lance, still keeping it pointing at my heart.
"We received your message. She is in the throne room. Walk!" the Giant Earth Faye ordered, indicating a passage that looked more like a soil tunnel dug by an animal, roots hanging from the ceiling.
There was no artificial light, yet we could see due to glowing particles that were suspended throughout the dusky atmosphere.
I could not quite remember what it had looked like last time we went this way when I had been apprehended, tortured and forced to run in front of the two giants that were, once again, walking me to their Queen.
At least they were currently not forcing the pace, allowing me to march briskly ahead of them.
As there did not seem to be any other tunnels leading from this one, we ended up right at the throne room, Gorrd ordering the heavy double doors to open by pointing his lance at them.
We entered a darkened area, the only light in the room playing over the most beautiful creature on Leilaka where she was sitting in a chair that seemed to mould to her form.
It was not a throne at all, more like a chair that could change shape as she wished it.
"Leave!" she ordered and a sudden ignition of colour was followed with thousands of little lights disappearing in all directions to destinations only they knew the entries to.
It looked like a flutter of butterflies or insects that was suddenly dispersed. I stood still until her image became clearer within the isolated blue light shining down on her.
"Come" she requested as I walked towards her, as if in a dream, aware that the Guards had not entered and that the doors had been closed securely behind me.
I stopped in front of the first white and grey marble step leading up to her.
Staring in awe, feeling vulnerable and small like a child, I watched her where she was scrutinizing me, as if unhappy with something I had done.
"You are discontent with life, Han" she informed me, still watching me from her elevated position, not asking me to advance, so I remained standing where I was, analysing her statement.
Was I dissatisfied with this life?
I was thankful and glad that I had been able to save this world for these entities. I knew I felt this in my heart.
Why then would I feel disgruntled with the result?
For selfish reasons, I concluded.
I had accepted the possibility of not getting through this crisis. I had accepted that if I could not save this world that I would perish with it.
Now the unspeakable annihilation did not happen and I had to accept a new truth, a new set of rules, a new path for not only myself, but for the whole of Leilaka as well.
I was discontent with the workload that was still resting squarely upon my shoulders.
The weeks in Hannahushah were but a reprieve, a brief detour from the real work that must still be done.
It did not matter to anyone else that I had worked myself almost to death's door for them. It was of no consequence. They would never know what I do or have done for them.
All people saw was the moody and obstinate King Dameous. Krish had a crisis. Krish acted in his typical childish ways.
Some saw Master Han that had been busy with 'Universal work', returning to them 'not himself', and they prayed to Master Han to return to them speedily.
"Go on" Ariëtte encouraged me to find the root of my feelings, having followed my thoughts.
I had to re-embrace Life before I could move forward with my own, the life I was living here, seen as Master Han as well as King Krish Dameous.
"Can you do so?" Ariëtte asked softly, a beautiful giant suddenly standing on the last step, her body an inch from mine.
"For me and Moira and everyone else who loves you dearly?" she begged, sitting down so her huge form no longer towered over me.
I stared at her. It was seldom that she presented true form in front of me.
"It is because of my love for you, my sadness for you, my distress for you, that I cannot bring myself to embrace you today. I might crush you and I do not wish to do so" she admitted truthfully.
I looked up into her blue eyes, her golden hair flowing over her shoulders, long and curly, tumbling almost to the floor.
"I am here for Leilaka, to guard her with my life" I stated. "This I have vowed from the day of arriving here. I will keep this before me at all times. I will do my duty with honour and contentment.
I will stop being selfish and learn to love life again."
She smiled at me, reaching out towards me with a giant hand, stopping short of touching my cheek.
"Go home, Han" she told me. "Make love to your wife. Ground yourself to our world, for only when you can accept that you are a part of us will you become happy within yourself once more."
My body turned around as if of its own will, which I knew was a strong compulsion from her, for she could not bear the sight of me after her last instruction.
She marched me right out of her throne room, handing me over to her Guards that took me back to the entry-way in the Elwood tree. "
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Saving Leilaka FEEDBACK from Editor

"It took me more than a year to edit this book as long breaks in between were needed to assimilate the subject matter that I could associate with in my own life. So in all, this was not just a job of editing, but a reflection of applicable scenarios in my private life. This is a book that forces one to come to terms with the demons and highlights of your own existence." Editor, The Chronicles of Han Storm
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Saving Leilaka FEEDBACK: What a book!

- Caution: Might contain spoilers.

What a Book!

I have to tell you something! I have finished reading the printed SAVING LEILAKA book - as you know, I lingered long over it, taking in little bits at a time, absorbing, digesting (you know the story, eh?) ... and last night I'd reached the last stretch - Chapter 51, page 693 - and as I was reading this last bit, I was sad - not only sad at having reached THE END but also sad because it was = SAD! Everyone saying 'Good Bye' to a Great Man ... and so on! And when I read Habieb's letter, I felt the eyes stinging with tears! Yes, yes, I know .... I'd read all of this before in the Drafted version, but in the quietness of my bedroom, in the comfort of the bed, it just felt so much more profound and meaningful!

Anyway, after I'd reached the final page, read the final word, I put down the book, hugged it close to my chest, and lay there a long time - I felt I needed to let everything settle before going to sleep. It took a really long time before the old heart steadied itself - funny how I noticed the quick beating of the old 'ticker'! Sleep took a while in coming, but finally I dropped off only to dream strange wild dreams ... !
That 'explosion' was quite something! Very descriptive ... to say that I had a heat-wave flowing over and into my body, would be putting it mildly!

A quick remark about the book - it's beautifully written, very exciting, filled with fantastic information - on ALL levels - holds great wisdom, and is simply a WOW story - amazing - awesome, and all other expressions one would use describing the greatness of this book.

One last thing I would like to add before I end --- I wish to echo something that Queen Ariette says to Han - on Page 693 - just before Chapter 50 ends - it's a pretty long passage but it's worth quoting some of it - - - -
Ariette says to Han =
"Just look at the scenario, Han. What are you leaving these people on Leikaka (Earth) with? ------ Everywhere you go, you leave a legacy of information, of training, of other ways of experiencing. You open worlds for individuals as they had never, ever, had the opportunities to experience. ---- You literally re-create wherever you go. You leave some of yourself behind everywhere you have been. ---- you have made an undeniable impact (are still making an undeniable impact!) on us and I thank The Creator that He has sent you to us, and to me (Monkey) so we may experience you." And are still experiencing Han!
I have grossly shortened it - sorry - but I hope you get what I am trying to convey?
A humble thank you to my Beloved +H Gibson!

Bhakta-Anjana :-D

Jungle Garden in the Mist January 2019

My jungly garden at the moment.

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Saving Leilaka Excerpt: Pudding makes everything better

Pudding makes everything better
- Adventures with Moira
Excerpt from Saving Leilaka

We were far out over the sea when I returned from my internal reflection. Moira was aware of the content as I had kept an active connection to her. She seemed ill at ease with what she was feeling through our blend, not quite sure what to make of the content, aware that raising Huracanets were probably a much easier task compared to what she had been witness to.

With my attention back on my physical environment, I could appreciate Moira skimming the golden waves, racing dolphin-like creatures that were trying to jump up at us, resulting in salt water splashing over us.

After a few more minutes of indulgence I asked Moira to take us higher and she did so, gliding to a comfortable height from where we could see an incredible area below us.

From our angle, the area to the South was just sea. The coastline faced North, highlighted in green, grey and yellow where the desert area was to the West.

Moira climbed higher while changing direction towards home.

All seemed well with Leilaka and I felt content.

After giving Moira permission to return to Leilaka, she closed her wings, dropping like a rock towards the sea, necessitating me to hang on, tears being forced from my eyes because of the cold and her speed.

Before crashing into the sea, she levelled out, gliding towards the land.

We flew over the Western Colonies where the Huracan were chatting up a storm so early in the morning, their noise overwhelming in the clear air currents.

The Huracanets are hatching and everyone is excited. It would be the third year that young ones are born. You still have many Riders who need to return Moira informed me.

Looking down as we passed, I could see only adults sitting on the rocks, sunning themselves before the hunt for fish would commence.

Are you accepted by the Colony? I wanted to know from her, watching Elms Wood pass underneath us. She was heading for the mountains.

I may come and go as I please. They disclose what they have to, to me, but I am not a friend to them. Neither have I been accepted as a Colony member. Even if Raman is the most famous Huracan ever born into their society, they do not accept his strange daughter. I am as much an outcast as you are amongst the peoples of Leilaka.

She said it without regret. It was a fact of her life. She felt being connected to me was all that mattered anyway. What other people or Huracan thought of her was none of her concern. As long as I loved her and was proud of her, she was happy.

She landed between trees in a gully, asking me to wait for her while she hunted. The wild goats had left the immediate area of Floverne and she had to extend her hunting grounds.

What are you going to teach the little ones to eat? I wanted to know from her while slipping off her back. She was a predominantly meat eater while Lance preferred fish, as did the Colony.

It is still being debated she told me, disappearing between some trees. I think it wise that we should teach them to eat both as we had to learn to do. Lance wants to stay traditional and go with fish that is easier to catch.

She was quiet for a while and I joined her consciously.

She was stalking a small deer. There were no goats on the menu today.

With a roar that left the stunned animal standing for a second longer than it should have, she jumped on it, crushing its spine with her weight while her strong jaws mashed its neck and head.

I told him he was lazy she informed me while holding onto her catch, waiting for the last bloody bubbles to subside.

Today she actually encouraged me to stay blended with her, as if scared that we would be separated permanently with all the changes that were occurring in our lives. Time for ourselves has grown scarce, having to share each other consciously with other people.

She ripped the skin off the carcass, starting to chew on pieces of warm, bloody flesh. The scent of fresh blood permeated my nostrils, strangely not making me nauseous as it sometimes did.

She was enjoying her meal and I was sharing in her delight.

I shared in your enjoyment of the substance you call Cacao. I just wished you to feel my pleasure at this deer as well. This is my pudding, as you call it.

I understood. She was trying to tell me that she did enjoy life and shared consciously in my enjoyment.

I waited patiently where she had left me, keeping the blend, sharing the deer, her ecstasy when she crushed the thicker bones between her jaws and the sweet marrow ran down her throat.

Eventually she was satisfied, her belly so full that this meal would last her a few days.

She found a trickling of water between some trees where she washed herself clean before rolling in some bracken to give her scales a good rubdown.

Then she returned to me, holding her head level with my chest, asking for a cuddle.

Embracing her huge head, she lifted me off my feet for a few seconds before putting me down.

I miss you immensely she told me.

As I you I replied, climbing on her back so she could return me to my duties.

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