Authorpreneur Dashboard – Phillip R. White
Song of Shambhala: The Remnants
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Sheridan Clark is an expert in antiquities relating to music, and the former conductor of the Vatican choir; but he has fallen on hard times. Sheridan is recruited by Evan Grant, a shady U.N. operative, to retrieve the Baton of Shambhala, an ancient artifact said to be used by the Archangel Lucifer to direct the chorus of heaven before his fall from grace. Evan wants to gain the baton before it falls into the hands of enemies that may push the world into war. They journey to the Himalayas, where Sheridan is led to the lost city of Shambhala by Kunchen, a young Tibetan monk. Sheridan retrieves the Baton from the top of the King’s Tower and receives a spirit message from an Ageless Sage who reveals Sheridan’s true quest: Sheridan must find the three sacred Chintamani Stones that form the base of the baton, and the Song of Shambhala will be revealed. He has only until the time of The Last Dawn to complete the task, or the world will be plunged into darkness.
Book Bubbles from Song of Shambhala: The Remnants
Song of Unworthiness
Please let this cup pass from me, Let me live my life in peace, I cannot find the strength to stake my claim, The ghosts of failings haunt me still,l My heart the cold of sadness fills, My life is tarnished with the soot of shame, The dreams that I once dreamed are gone, The things I once believed were wrong. - - - - - I’m no hero, Just a lost soul, Doing my best, How can I go, Traveling this road, Please understand, I’m just a man. - - - - - - We are all damaged vessels, our imperfections seen as ugly scars better hidden from view. We cringe at the thought of the mistakes we've made and marvel with disdain how time has run away with our youth leaving us too old to be a champion. We look into the mirror and find ourselves ill fit and ill equipped to step into the promise that was our birthright.
The Eyes of A Child
“There is in all things … a hidden wholeness.” - Thomas Merton, the Trappist monk and mystic who wrote these words, was speaking of the human world as well as the world of nature. But in our every?day lives, Merton's words can sound like wishful thinking. Afraid that our inner light will be extinguished, or our inner darkness exposed, we hide our true identities and become separated from our own souls. We end up leading divided lives, far removed from our birthright wholeness. - Palmer Parker
This is the Only Way
“Give Me Strength . . . give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.” - Rabindranath Tagore Kunchen knows a secret that Sheridan has yet to learn: there is power in surrender. Anyone of us determined to make a mark on this world by the sheer force of our will are missing an opportunity to tap into the current of life. For most of us, we have to kick and scream until we have no fight left in us before we finally come to realize - all along - all we had to do was surrender.
The Shadow of the Dream
In a country where "living the American Dream" is an integral part of a nation's DNA, dreams are often confused with goals, ambitions and even the unending greed of consumption. Dreams are none of these things. When we find ourselves animated with supernatural energy and unflagging determination our strength comes from the deep reservoir of spirit that is home to our dreams. Although this sacred possession drives us to a higher purpose, it is often with a painful cost. This is the shadow of the dream. Only those who have dared to cross from the boundaries of reality into the boundless space of the dream know of the agony that is joy's twin. But Sheridan knew what awaited him on the other side as he summoned the courage to pass into the world of the dream.
Preface
Sometimes the circumstances of life seem to send us a message that our passion is a curse not a blessing. Often, the very people and institutions that we seek to please reject the unique light that begins to shine when we are filled with purpose. Sheridan's experience led him to believe his greatest joy was a trapdoor that dropped him into the depression of a long dark night.
