An MM contemporary romantic suspense story of an abusive
relationship, lost love, crime, trauma healing, and a HEA.
Bitter Honey
by Yona Katz
Genre: MM Romantic Suspense
Christopher, a young yet well-regarded deputy district
attorney, has seen his dream come true. With loving parents, an ideal job, a
thriving career, and a flawless boyfriend, his life feels like a perfect fairy
tale.
However, Christopher’s impeccable world is not as immaculate as it seems from
the outside.
Worse, his paradise is shattered when he agrees to take over a colleague’s
case. The past he long buried resurfaces, and the pieces of himself he
carefully rebuilt begin to fall apart.
Faced with the toughest decisions that could change his life forever, he must
choose his path without endangering himself and his loved ones.
A citizen of the universe, Yona Katz is a financial director
during the day. But as soon as night falls, numbers and reports are chased away
by the stories that live in the stars. One day, Yona decided that she was brave
enough to share these stories with the world. Yona loves exploring the themes
of diversity and inclusivity. She wants to reach her readers to show them that
love is universal, that even heroes are flawed, and that everyone has the right
to make mistakes. Yona is Canadian but Antigua and Barbuda is her current home.
Andrea takes a job building a pipeline through the mountains
of West Virginia.
Cold, mud, family drama, and an all-male crew, are only a few
of the problems she encounters.
Love On the Line 1
Women At Work Series Book 1
by Kirsten Fullmer
Genre: Women’s Fiction, Coming of Age, Small Town Romance
Her dad always
said A little dirt never hurt anybody. He was wrong.
Andrea’s excitement about her first job engineering a pipeline through the
mountains of West Virginia turns to disaster when she faces grueling work,
harsh weather, and crushing homesickness. If she can’t pull herself together
and keep up, she’ll be sent home.
When she dropped out of grad school to work on the line with Grandpa Buck, her
parents were disappointed, widening a bitter family divide. If she goes home
now, she’ll miss the opportunity to know Buck and lose his respect
as well.
There's one worker, a foreman, who might offer comfort and support, but when
Andrea finally trusts him, things get even more complicated.
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Nick
and Rooster’s conversation lagged as they both paused to watch Andy and Buck
approach. The afternoon had grown warm, the hottest so far, and the men waved
at dust and bugs that crawled and bit, making them miserable.
Buck stopped and bobbed a nod at the
two foremen. “Men.”
“Sir,” both mumbled in reply.
Buck
grunted, then headed on past the men with Andy at his heels. As she hustled
pass Rooster, her eyes met his and she couldn’t help but notice the intensity
there.
She
tripped over a rut and ran several steps ahead to regain her balance. Stopping
to readjust the stake bag on her shoulder, she waved away a sweat bee. “Go
ahead, Andy, trip and fall at his feet,” she muttered under her breath.
Two
steps later she lurched to a halt and dropped the bag to clutch at her underarm
where something, more than likely the sweat bee, stung her with a vengeance.
Shouting
curses, she danced and twisted in a circle, yanking at her safety vest and
shirt and grabbing at her sports bra in an attempt the stop the burning sting.
Finally, she ripped one arm out of her shirt and vest. Shoving her fingers up
under the tight sweaty bra, she scooped out the bee and jumped back as its body
fell to the dirt.
She
stomped on the bee and kinked her neck, trying to examine her armpit area, but
then she remembered where she was. She froze with one hand still up the side of
her bra. Her head came up, only to find every man on the right-of-way,
numbering well over thirty, staring at her in amazement.
“Need
a hand?” Nick called out with a grin.
“It
was a bee—” she started, then with a snort of disgust, she yanked her hand from
her bra. Hefting the heavy bag, she realized her shirt and safety vest were
still bunched up around one side of her neck, leaving her arm and her stomach
half exposed. Three more cuss words escaped as she dropped the bag and fumbled
back into her clothing, with all eyes watching her every move.
The
sting continued to burn as she grabbed the stake bag and stomped past Buck,
with her cheeks red and hot.
“What
was that all about?” the old man asked as she passed.
Ignoring
him, Andy continued up the right-of-way.
***
Rooster smoothed his fingers down
his beard trying to hide a laugh as he watched Andy and Buck retreat. Nick
hooted by his side, cackling with the other hands as they regaled Andy tearing
off her shirt. Rooster’s hand dropped and he frowned, wondering how bad the
sting was. He’d had a sweat bee trapped in his pants once, and it was a pain he
still remembered.
Love on the Line 2
Women at Work Book 2
Andy could only
stare, wide-eyed, at the keys in her hand. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think.
Only foremen got a company truck.
Andy is pleased to work with Grandpa Buck again, even though the long hours
limit her time with Rooster. But her contentment is cut short when a serious
on-the-job accident tips the scale of leadership, throwing Rooster and Andy
into conflict.
Rooster must prove he is unbiased toward Andy and her work, or lose his
promotion. When her parents show up, Andy has to deal with Rooster, her
mother’s interference, and her own insecurities to keep the job going. If she
can’t cope she’ll lose her job, and worse yet, she’ll let down Buck.
If Andy and Rooster can’t find a way to work together and complete the
pipeline, their relationship is over.
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Rooster forked a pork chop onto his
plate and dug in, cutting off a big bite. He popped it in his mouth and watched
Andy as he chewed.
She tried not to squirm, but he
could see her discomfort. One of his brows quirked up.
Andy dished a helping of salad onto
her plate, careful not to look up at him.
He cut another bite off his chop.
Silence filled the room, tense and palpable, like the room was too small.
Reaching for his glass, he caught her sneaking a peak at him.
After several gulps of water, he
settled his glass back on the table, took his fork in one hand and his knife in
the other, and waited. She was only demure when she knew she was in the wrong.
When she realized he wasn’t eating,
her eyes met his. “What’s wrong?” she asked innocently. “Is the pork okay?”
“Why do you want to go to some gas
station on the only night we don’t have to go to sleep at eight o-clock? You
usually want to…” He intentionally let the sentence drop and waggled his
eyebrows to make her blush. She was so cute when she was timid.
“We won’t need to stay late,” she
backpedaled, “I was talking to Nick about it and—”
“Oh, here we go,” he interrupted.
“This is about Nick isn’t it?”
She put her fork on the table.
“What’s your problem with Nick?”
He shook his head. “You told him
you’d invite that new coating girl, didn’t you?” He wasn’t asking, it was a
statement.
Andy’s chin came up. “She happens
to be the coating foreman.”
“Whatever,” he snorted, and went
back to cutting his meat.
Andy grinned wickedly. “She could
demand that you all address her as foreperson,
you know.”
Rooster snorted at her dilutional
comment.
Andy pursed her lips, knowing full
well that the pipeline was still in the 1950s when it came to women’s rights.
But she adjusted her train of thought and continued. “Why do you think this has
anything to do with me talking to Nick?”
His chewing stopped and he gave her
an oh please, look.
She cleared her throat and looked
away, poking a bite of salad onto her fork. “Okay, her name may have come up.”
Rooster took another long drink of
water.
“Would it kill us to be social?”
Andy retorted. “We never go anywhere but work.”
“We work eighty hours a week!”
“That’s beside the point,” she
huffed, sticking the forkful of salad in her mouth.
“Is it?”
She chewed and swallowed. “You just
don’t want to bother,” she said with a flounce.
“This is overcooked,” he muttered,
sawing away at his pork chop. It was dry and chewy, he’d done a poor job of it.
Dinner continued in silence with
both parties casting glances at the other, but neither one spoke. When they
finished eating, they stood and carried their dishes to the sink. Rooster ran
hot, soapy water as Andy scraped their scraps into the trash and returned to
the table for the rest of the dishes.
Silence reigned, leaving only the
sound of plates clinking and water running as Rooster washed and rinsed the
dishes, and Andy dried. When the dishes were washed, he drained the water and
watched as Andy put the last plate in the specially designed drawer. When she
turned back to him, he took up the end of her dishtowel, pulling her to him.
His hands circled her waist. “If you’d like me to take you out Saturday night,
just say so.”
Andy didn’t meet his eye.
But Rooster knew her well, and
still very much enjoyed her attitudes. He tilted her head up with an index
finger under her chin. “You’re something else, you know that?”
Losing all track of thought, Andy
fell under his spell. Her pupils dilated and her lips parted. She didn’t need
to say anything, he knew he had her.
Leaning down, he teased kisses
along her jaw, causing a moan to slip from her lips. Her arms came up to circle
his neck and his kisses wandered to her cheek, then her mouth.
Eagerly, she kissed him back,
deepening both the kiss and his desire. He scooped her up and carried her
toward the bedroom.
Andy leaned into his shoulder,
filled with anticipation. She nibbled at his neck, ran her fingers through his
hair, and a dreamy smile settled over her face.
He
placed her on the bed, certain that somewhere in that woman’s brain of hers,
she was already wondering what she’d wear on their Saturday night date to the
gas station.
Kirsten is a writer with a love of art and design. She
worked in the engineering field, taught college, and consulted free lance. Due
to health problems, she retired in 2012 to travel with her husband. They live
and work full time in a 40' travel trailer with their little dog Bingo. Besides
writing romance novels, she enjoys selling art on Etsy and spoiling their four
grandchildren.
As a writer, Kirsten's goal is to create strong female
characters who face challenging, painful, and sometimes comical situations. She
believes that the best way to deal with struggle, is through friendship and
women helping women. She knows good stories are based on interesting and
relatable characters.
A jilted bride. A
wrecked goalie. An unexpected kiss that changes everything.
I came here to reset.
After a season that pushed me to my limits, I needed sun, quiet, and
space—somewhere I could shut out the noise and get my head back under control.
Then Lexi Campbell sat beside me at the bar and asked for my help flirting with
another guy.
I said yes because it was supposed to be fake. A distraction. Something with
clear lines and no consequences. I’m good with pressure. I know how to stay
focused, how to hold my ground when everything’s coming at me fast.
What I didn’t expect was how easy it felt to want her.
One kiss blows past every boundary I set. Suddenly, I’m not playing defense
anymore—I’m all in, and I don’t know how to pull back. Lexi’s on a honeymoon
she’s taking alone, guarding a broken heart she pretends doesn’t still hurt.
I’m standing at my own crossroads, unsure where my future leads or if I’m ready
to risk wanting something real again.
It was supposed to be a fling. But wanting her is the one thing I can’t seem to
control.
For fans of fake dating, opposites
attract, and swoony NHL players who actually like to dance, Slapshot
Summer is a heartwarming romance with plenty of spice … and, of
course, a guaranteed HEA.
**PLEASE NOTE: This story was originally published as Sunsets,
Stick Saves, and a Honeymoon in the Love in Destiny Series. The content
has not changed. If you’ve read that version, then you've read this one as
well.**
An award-winning
writer of contemporary romance, she loves telling tales of the
less-than-perfect hero or heroine who transforms with each turn of a page. She
also writes historical fiction under the pen name Griffin Brady.
G.K. is a wife and
the proud mom of three grown sons. When she’s not writing, she might be
reading, traveling, drinking wine, listening to music, or gardening—sometimes
all at once! She currently resides in Colorado with her very patient husband.
Best-selling author Libby Kay’s sweet
fireman romance Flash Point is a bad boy redemption story perfect for
fans of B.K. Borison’s Lovelight series.
Javier “Javi” Ortiz never has trouble finding a date. The confident
fireman enjoys the perks of no-strings hook-ups and his bachelor lifestyle. Yet
when a certain blonde moves to Pinegrove, the idea of casual dating fizzles
out. Javi is finally ready to settle down, but will he be able to charm his way
into her life? Or will his reputation ruin his chance at real love?
Lola Peabody has given up on love. She doesn’t have time for men and
their empty promises, especially with her hands full being a single mom and
running her own photography business. Her plans do not include finding a man,
even a charismatic fireman who treats her and her daughter like queens.
But Pinegrove is a small town, and the pair can’t stay away from each
other. From photoshoots and romance book club to quiet walks in the woods, Lola
and Javi spend more and more time together.
Could this be happily ever after? Or
will their romance burn out faster than a five-alarm fire?
Never before had Javi held a woman in such regard, kept a woman at arm’s length as they got to know each other. While the notion would have chafed before, now it made perfect sense. He’d do whatever it took to make Lola comfortable, happy.
Javi wasn’t certain, but the stars shone brighter as he looked up at the night sky. He liked to pretend his mamá was looking out for him, that the twinkling stars were her way of keeping in touch.
“I love you, Mamá,” he said up into the ether as he leaned back against his deck railing. “And I think I’m falling for someone—you’d love her.”
Well, Javi really didn’t want to lie to his mamá. He wasn’t falling for Lola, he’d already fallen—hard.
Check out the rest of
the series for more smoldering sweet romance!
Libby Kay lives in the city in the heart of the Midwest with
her husband. When she’s not writing, Libby loves reading romance novels of any
kind. Stories of people falling in love nourish her soul. Contemporary or
Regency, sweet or hot, as long as there is a happily ever after—she’s in love!
When not surrounded by books, Libby can be found baking in
her kitchen, binging true crime shows, or on the road with her husband,
traveling as far as their bank account will allow.
Libby cohosts the Romance Roundup podcast with Liz Donatelli
where they recommend romance books and interview authors, influencers, and
publishers. Check it out for your weekly dose of romance!
First
of all, congratulations to all of the 2026 Grads! You did an amazing job, and
all the best to you and your future endeavors!
Unveiling: New
Author Logo!
Happy
Canada Day to my fellow Canadians. Canada turns 159 this year, meaning we’re
about 91 years behind our American counterparts. Happy Fourth of July to our
American pals, if you are celebrating this year that is.
Anyway…
Since
it is my nation’s birthday, I thought it would be the perfect day to unveil the
new, updated author logo with my new author tagline. If you know me, and know
my signature colors (as well as my sexuality), you’ll get the color scheme. If
not, well, I hope you like the colors!
I
drew the rose myself, on canvas paper and painted it using acrylic markers.
This is not generative AI. If you know me, you know I hate that slop and would rather
never draw again than go near it. So please, anyone who thinks I can’t draw or
I suck at it, can go shove their heads up their wazoos, because I can draw,
whether they like it or not.
I
went with purple because it’s my favorite color. Purple roses have become my
signature as an author and as an artist. Silver, black and white are the other
three of my main colors but I’m adding greens to it too, notably two specific
shades. Ironically the color scheme is for the asexual flag but I didn’t get
that until 2 years ago when I clued in I was ace. I’ve had that color scheme
for a few years now and it’s odd how things lined up. The green represents my
status as aromantic, demi-romantic to be exact. I don’t have romantic feelings
for anyone without a strong bond of friendship first… And well, we all know
that asexual means I don’t find anyone sexually attractive. Big “meh” on that
too. I know, it’s weird considering I write steamy romance books.
Here’s
a couple of photos of the actual process of me drawing the rose and the
template I used for it, as well as the final drawing.
I
chose the new tagline “Romancing Nova Scotia” because I’m
sick of having a longer one – “Sexy Romance, Nova Scotia Style” doesn’t suit me
now, like it did a few years ago, so it was past time to change it. Many thanks
to my pal Dawn W. on her input and critique of the art, as well as the final
logo itself!
Any
books I release as an indie author will have my personal logo on or in them
somewhere. This will show it is an official story released by my production
company, and that logo will be in the book too.
Now
I have to draw a logo for a series I will be writing after His Reasons to Fight is in the final stages of getting ready for
publication. I’m unsure if that series will be an indie one or sent to a
publishing house. I have to see how things go with everything else first,
including Thorns of the Rose.
Upcoming Events:
Pride Week, 2026
I
am walking in the Lunenburg County Pride Parade on July 5, 2026 as an independent
walker with the Lunenburg County Pride organization. As of today, I’m unsure
where we’ll be in the parade itself, but if you are going as a spectator, and
want to wave to me, check the Pride site on Instagram or on Facebook for the
route. Start time is 3 PM local! I’ll be there wearing my asexual colors and
wearing the flag as a cape!
Romancing the
Harbour, 2027:
It
looks like I may be going to my first author convention as an author next year,
if things pan out. Things are just taking off with this new convention, and it
is still in the planning stages. Once we get things finalized with it, and if I
wind up being a participating author (my
first public signing, EEK!), I will gladly share the details once I’m
allowed to do so. I’m excited yet nervous. I’m just glad this is over a year
away, so far we’re looking at October 2027. I have to get copies of all of my
books that are in print, get swag like bags, pens, stickers and more, and
figure out how I’m getting there, as well as what to wear and so on. Eek??????
*head desk* Yeah. This is going to be weird. I’m so shy in real life that I
hate making eye contact (or is that the
autism talking??) and where I have a naturally loud voice I tend to over
compensate and whisper instead of talking for fear of being too damn loud.
Yeah. This should be ultra “interesting” to say the least… I hope I can get a
few pieces of art done too for sale, and show off some of the premades and make
a few sales that way too. Plus networking with other local authors is going to
be fun. I just hope everyone likes me.
Writing and Other
News:
Not
much is going on. I had a second iron infusion in June at the local hospital
and I don’t know if it took or not. I have to get my blood checked to see if it
did improve my ferritin levels or not. When my internal medicine specialist saw
the 6 weeks results of my first iron infusion, I was at 45 (April). Still low,
normal is around 100. So I was sent for a second round. At the start of June,
that number dropped to 16. So it’s a good thing I had another one. I’m now “taking
bets” on how low it will be in about 3 weeks, when I get it checked again. I
have a bad feeling I’m going to be going for an infusion every few months
because my stupid body refuses to keep iron. I am just glad I’m not anemic. The
damn brain fog is bad enough as it is. Anemia would only compound things. Yuck!
So
far, things are slowly progressing with His Reasons to Fight. I did a face
plant into a speed bump with Thorns of the Rose, so I switched back to His
Reasons. It’s not moving fast, due to me being on the go so damn much and Hubby’s
schedule changing in a split second the last while but it’s slowly picking up
momentum. Remember that one word, one sentence, one paragraph is all progress.
At least I’m
writing, and trying to get another book out as soon as I can, despite being so
sick sometimes… Just saying.
Anyway,
that’s it for now. I’ll update as things move along. Hopefully a lot faster now
that I am getting back to my crazy version of normal.
Happy
Canada Day, and I hope all of my fellow LGBT+ community members had a great
Pride Month in June… Thank you again Marsha and Storme for making it possible
for us to have rights now. This “daughter” honors both of you with love.
Since
I’ve been on a Def Leppard kick lately, I’m leaving you with the official video
for their song “When Love and Hate Collide”. I didn’t know this at the time,
but bassist Rick Savage was recovering from Bell’s Palsy at the time of
recording, which affects the muscular nerves in your face, and one side of his
face is at least partially paralyzed from the condition. He’s one hell of a
trooper and one of my favorite musicians of all time. Thanks for the amazing
music, Rick!
The only freedom of man is the freedom of thought.
That is
how human evolution is possible.
Evolution of a man is the development of power
and possibilities
which never develop by themselves.
The Hera-Zeta
Chronicles:
As Above So Below
by Zsa Zsa Tudos
Genre: SciFi Fantasy, Extraterrestrial Time Travel
Somewhere between galaxies, soul contracts, and the quiet
chaos of human emotion, the book casually decided to rearrange your entire
understanding of reality. Rude. Brilliant. Slightly illegal.
The Hera-Zeta Chronicles: As Above So Below doesn’t just tell
a story, it initiates the reader. There’s something deeply
precise about the way Zeta’s earthly path intertwines with Hera’s galactic
mission, like it is not just a fiction, but it is decoding something ancient
and quietly slipping it into the reader’s consciousness. The dynamic between
dimensions, the Alpha & Omega Council, the 12 Magi… it all feels expansive
without losing emotional gravity. And then it is anchored in something so
human: behaviour, struggle, longing, connection.
The story embraces millions of Earthly years in cosmic interrelations
emphasising the roles of earthlings in the Great Matrix and the cycle of
nature. It is not only a book but an initiation of the readers, that can truly
highjack their mind and clear misconceptions chiselled in by hundreds of years
of conscious brainwashing.
The 87 chapters introduce events of the multidimensional life of the heroes,
like the 1st generation Hera, a member of the Alpha&Omega Council, Hades's
wife, and her earthly counterpart Zeta, whose mission is to push the knowledge
and help the Haya Sophia, the Magnum Opus, the Sefer Jezeera. Their steamy love
affair with Hades serves as a good example of passion and deep emotional
attachment.
There are no sharp divisions in the book. The story unfolds naturally, through
which a clear vision of the origin and the true nature of mankind is drawn,
providing allowance for the supernatural capabilities they all
possess and the responsibilities they all bear.
Touching upon the creation and the arrival of people on the planet, the book
introduces the effects of prominent astronomical events, migration, purpose,
the knowledge and the lack of it, through the picture that unfolds after
removing the man-made gap fillers, the stories and false events invented by the
groups in power.
With the help of astral travelling, souls go through star gateways, visit
far-away planets, learn and experience to support the one objective of life: to
raise their own vibration. With the interrelations of energies, it creates a
healthier environment below and adds to the frequency required by the above to
fit into the cycle.
However, as it was clearly stated by Antoine Saint-Exupery in his most
prominent book, The Little Prince, WHAT IS IMPORTANT IS HIDDEN. This concealed
treasure is always Knowledge. Nevertheless, there is a catch. One needs to have
enough to understand the lack of it.
Life is a jigsaw puzzle. However, the board is empty and there is no image to
help you with the design. The only certainty is the interrelations between the
pieces.
My strong desire is to help people understand their lives,
events and become knowledgeable enough to take responsibility for their words,
thoughts and deeds. It is a necessary step towards the Nirvana, called
Happiness.
All the wonders!
With
the chip in her hand, Zeta walked to the round table on the terrace. It was
already cleaned and the black ritual cover was laid out. There were few candles
to choose from and some frankincense was lit on the burner. There was a small,
washed and ironed white cotton cloth for the chip that Zoltan brought back from
his trip.
Zeta
decided upon 3 candles. One small white for the altar, one thick red for energy
and fire and the help of Hades and one thick blue for Uranus. She lit them and
invited the brothers to contribute to the ceremony.
The
small, turquoise, pebble-like recording device was lying there, waiting for the
expert touch.
“Wow,
I have no idea how to handle this one,” pondered Zeta. “Let’s be
logical. Looking at the aura it is organic. If organic, it behaves like one,
therefore cracking it open is not an option. The full moon would help,”
entered Zeta’s mind. “But it is still a week away. There is no time to wait.
I will try the frequencies.”
As she
said that few musical instruments were fetched and placed on the table.
“Logic
dictates that I should use the opposite frequency to irritate the mass to open
up. It is a high frequency energy. I will use deep sounds. The starting point
should be the A sound. For lower vibration, I need to go down by either 5 or 7
pitches to follow the structure of the universe. I go down an octave. This name
is confusing. There are 7 sounds between the two pitches, why is it called
octave then?
They
represent the 7 colours of the rainbow as the 7 natural colours, the 28 days
moon cycle, 7 days of the week and so on. On musical terms they count the
frame. Starts with A and finishes with A. So, the finishing A is the beginning
of another octave. It shows infinity just like the number 8. It could be. But
it is still confusing,”
ran a train of thought Zeta. “This African drum would do the trick,” she
said and hit the leather.
The
pebble moved and its colour started changing however, stopped a minute later.
“All
right. I might need to hit it 7 times in a certain rhythm, like the heartbeat
of the universe.”
After
the last beat the recording device started to show significant changes in its
energy field. A rainbow emerged slowly growing until it covered the table. “I
have to get ready to take notes,” ran Zeta for a notepad and pen.
When
the energy covered the whole terrace, it began to concentrate at a point few
steps away from her, until it formed an almost human-like being, who started to
talk in a warm and deep voice.
“Greetings
Hera. I am the messenger. My function is to deliver the message from the
Pleiadeans. Listen very carefully. You cannot rewind me, I am not capable of
answering questions that form in your mind while listening, and I cannot argue.
I exist
until I speak. After, I become the organic part of the device yet again. The
message is quite lengthy therefore you should make yourself comfortable,” it announced and paused for a minute.
Although Keta is an old planet, human life here is relatively young. In
all of our 5 planets we count humanoid times in the millions, while you are in
the early thousands. That is why souls coming down here still store memories of
our existence, our schools, some of them might have even lived among us.
The
structures of the planet and our physical appearance are almost identical.
However, there is a big difference in our ways of living, and consequently our
way of thinking. From now on, when I say: us, I mean the 3 planets living in
unity. These are: Mekhranat, Muskhat and Mughat. The other 2, Quilwan and
Nowtey walk different paths.
Following that thought, our planets are not visible from Keta. The
stars’ cluster you call Pleiades received its name from people who cherished
the Knowledge and noted everything within the interrelations of energies. These
people you refer to as the Greeks. Unfortunately, they succumbed to the blind
force of ignorance, similarly to the great majority of the planet, at one
stage. I will talk about it later.
Coming
back to the stars, as far as you are concerned, they are named after the
daughters of Atlas and Pleione. The 9 of them together show a close unity.
However, like other stars, these are not equipped to support humanoid life on
their surface. Here, you live in a solar system with a sun at the core, from
where you gain your energy, knowledge and fire. In our case it all comes from
the sisters, notably from Maia and Marope.
The
Haudi solar system, where Keta lives, is an old and wise organic energy mass.
The planets ooze wisdom, especially that of Keta. Knowledge was the main
objective when the decision for establishing a human life form here, was made.
Knowledge shouldn’t be wasted. Without Knowledge the Great Matrix falls apart.
The more the Knowledge the higher the resonance and stronger the Matrix. This
should be an important clue for Keteans. To understand the Matrix of the Universe
and their place within it.
Life is an extraordinary journey. It is full of challenges
and unsolved tasks that are put in front of us on the constantly moving and
changing road towards Nirvana, the place that today we refer to as Happiness.
In my journey, I visited 103 countries, lived in 7, on 4
continents. I learned about the interrelated micro- and macrocosm. I became a
REIKI Master-Healer, an Initiated Witch, an Orixa Shamanic Master, and a
Phoenix Initiated Educator to teach the ancient wisdom of Khem, the Royal Art
of Al Khemi.
Today, I have an established philosophy - I call AKIA - that
explores the interrelations between earthlings and nature, and Earth and the
universe. I have 12 books published and many faithful students. I am an
Intimacy & Family coach and help people to find their purpose. The joy of
seeing them succeed gives me the strength to find new adventures and learn from
new experiences.
I believe that learning is the only way to understand life
and the self within. This unique knowledge makes us or breaks us in the end.
