My Crazy Oprah Story

My crazy story began in 2006. The real estate market across our country was intense. Home transactions for me reached thirty homes in one year. When the real estate market collapsed I was homeless, jobless, and penniless. What was I to do? My friend Sandi extended me a bedroom in her home until I could find employment.
By 2006 I published my first non-fiction work, “A Dream is a Wish the Heart Makes,” Now being destitute I turned to my sacred soul and my writing.
I observed the Five Steps to Receiving your Dream and cleared the path to meet my intentions. I recorded each day for the next 30 days. By, February 1, 2007, I secured a position in commercial property management. By the end of March, I moved into a condo near White Rock Lake.
What if I could manifest being in Oprah’s Book Club audience? When I had my cable and internet, I participated in the Oprah Book Club website. In early December 2007, I received a telephone call from one producer at Oprah who welcomed me to attend the Ken Follett interview with his book “Pillars of the Earth” in January 2008. In the last two minutes of the show, Oprah called on me to ask a question. I was on national television.

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Imagine that each person born is innocent and naïve to the world. As we grow, we learn that the law of cause and effect and our attitude have a great deal to do with how we experience our life: “as a man thinketh in his heart, he becomes,” and as a result, we develop a personality or self-image.

The way I spell image: I Am A God Energized Being. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. We are made of God’s Light and filled with God’s loving energy. Our body is a sacred temple living in our own Garden of Eden, where we are to be honored and cared for. Our mind and emotions are energy that fills our temple and Garden like a glass that is filled with light or energy. If we lack self-esteem or have negative thoughts and feelings, such as shame, guilt, apathy, grief, fear, lust, or anger in our consciousness, our temple in the Garden of Eden develops an energy leak. I call it “leaky consciousness.” If there are many feelings of unworthiness, then there are more energy leaks.

These energy leaks separate us from the wisdom (Adam/mind) and love (Eve/ heart). We are stuck either in the past, holding onto a past hurt, or in the future, trying to control the outcome of events. Often to cover up or ease the pain of the energy leaks, people will acquire addictions. Addictions of food, alcohol, drugs, sex, work, worry, and fear are all ways to mask our inner pain.

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Winter Ba Humbug

Wintry weather has never been my friend. Memories of snowy blizzards in Upstate New York as an adolescent remind me of intense fever and tonsillitis. Going to sunny, tropical South Florida when I was nine restored my strength. Since I moved to Texas in 1985 winter weather is like a roller coaster. Dawn occurs with conditions in the twenties. By noon, it’s fifty-nine degrees. Christmas 2016 we had a snowstorm that left two feet of sleet in one day. For two weeks businesses and schools closed. I recall how peaceful our neighborhood sounded. The sniff of firewood burning in fireplaces wafted the crisp air. One week into being homebound my husband had a doctor’s appointment. So, I pulled on fleece pants, sweatshirt, headgear and mitts to shovel our one-hundred-foot by thirty-foot entrance. Five hours later sticky and exhausted alerted me of why I despise snow. Yesterday was a delightful break for January. A frosty, misty twenty degrees at six am heated to sunny blue skies and fifty degrees by noon. I played golf with five of my friends. We had the rarest eighteen holes in weeks. Someday I would wish to retire to beaches and a warmer climate. I miss getting into a bathing suit in January.

Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure

Chapter 16
The Spider Spins Her Web

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The midday sun was finally breaking through the heavy snow clouds. Werner grasped the crumpled note he had gotten at the Dark Sun initiation a few nights back; a hastily written invitation from Countess von Baden to visit her home, Altes Schloss Castle. As he hiked up the steep trail, Werner could hear waves breaking against the craggy cliff behind the castle, which sat on a rocky promontory overlooking Lake Constance.

Werner was more than a little nervous about his meeting with this woman. He did not know anyone like her. He rolled his shoulders in a vain attempt to relax. The nearly three-hour train ride from Munich had left him tired and restless. He was getting in deeper and deeper with these people he hardly knew, and he wondered why the Countess wanted to help him with his initiation task. Despite the cold, his hands were warm and sweaty in the knit gloves he wore.

The smell of wood burning in a fireplace of the nearby castle made him melancholy. He really wanted to be in the familiar comfort of his family home, with the Christmas decorations around the tall spruce tree in the parlor. Instead, he was trudging in God knows where to find out how to do a stupid task that somehow would get him closer to the respect he so rightly deserved.

He finally reached the bridge that led to the castle’s entrance. He made his way across it and walked through the open wrought-iron gate. He found himself in a snow-covered courtyard, and he passed a statue of a knight from the Crusades sitting astride a horse, his sword drawn as if in salute. Looking around for the castle door, Werner saw a torch-lit on the western side of the courtyard. He walked over to it and found a massive iron key in the lock waiting for him. He took in a breath, stuffed the invitation into his pocket, and tugged on his clothes to straighten them.

Satisfied that he was presentable, he turned the giant key. A loud clunk shattered the quiet. A slight chill shivered up his spine as he strained to push the massive door open. Time seemed to stand still as he peered around into the grand hall. His heart raced when he gazed up at the soaring Gothic architecture.

His gaze was attracted by movement inside the room. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, Werner saw the Countess. She was walking toward him, cat-like, in her floor-length maroon silk robes, their black mink trimming shimmering in the dim light. Smiling, she crossed the black-and-white checkerboard tile floor and extended her hand. “Welcome, Herr von Wiesel. How was your journey?”

Her voice was sultry, and she ran her hands through her waist-length ginger locks, then flipped her cascading hair back over her shoulder. Her mesmerizing, amber, cat-like eyes seemed to glow, and they mesmerized the boy. Then his gaze was captured by a red ruby embedded in a gold spider hanging on a gold chain necklace nestled in her amply displayed cleavage. Werner sucked in a breath as he became more firmly enmeshed in her web.

He managed to tear his gaze away from the spider and licked his lips. “Uh, it was good. I was glad to leave Munich for a while. And please call me Werner.” Fighting to regain his composure, he smoothed back his hair, then crossed his arms.

The temptress said, “You must be cold from your journey.” She took Werner’s hand and led him toward the fireplace. “Come, sit with me on the sofa near the fire.”

As they sat, Werner was grateful to see that the knee-high rosewood table in front of the couch held a polished silver tray with a lavish spread of fresh fruit, cheese, meat, bread, and cakes. A silver teapot with a monogrammed “B” adorned the china.

Werner had last eaten at breakfast and did not pack anything for the train ride. That and the trudge from the station up to the castle had built up a monster hunger. The Countess noticed his glance and said, “Forgive me, you must be famished.” She gestured to the tray. “I had had my servants prepare a snack for you before I dismissed them for the remainder of the day. Please, help yourself.” He needed no more invitation than that and began piling cheese and sausages on a thick slice of still-warm homemade bread. He closed his eyes, inhaled in delight, and his mouth opened wide for a big bite.

The sorceress teased Werner by smiling and pushing his hand with the sandwich away from his mouth. “Not so fast. I invited you here so we could talk privately. Have you told anyone about your visit?”

“No, of course not. You were quite clear I was to tell no one.”

The Countess narrowed her eyes. “Not even Raka? Especially him.”

Werner shook his head firmly. “No, I told no one. Not even my parents. I just said I had to do some school stuff for the day and I might be back late.” His puppy dog eyes pleaded with the Countess to allow him to take a bite from his sandwich.

The Countess paused just a moment longer, letting Werner know who held power here, then, with a smile, motioned with her inch-long, blood-red fingernails for Werner to eat. The hungry young man turned his attention to the food and in just a few brief minutes had sated his hunger. Heaving a deep sigh of satisfaction, he slouched back into the depths of the plush couch and turned once again to the Countess. She had a half-amused smirk on her face as his eyes were once again drawn to the gold necklace… and what it rested upon.

“Do you like it?” she asked coyly.

With an effort, Werner brought his eyes to her face, and he turned quite red. “Um, what?” he asked sheepishly.

“The necklace,” the Countess said, leaning toward Werner and revealing even more of her ample cleavage. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, yes,” he stammered. “It’s very… I mean…”

The Countess laughed and sat back as Werner struggled to bring his thoughts to the reason for his visit. He was very distracted and was experiencing feelings that were unfamiliar to him. The Countess, for her part, found his discomfort amusing. Finally, Werner gathered his wits. “Countess, you said you would help me. Why am I here?”


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2020 Begins With My Hair On Fire

I read on a coffee mug “Being a writer is easy it’s like riding a bike except the bike’s on fire you’re on fire everything is on fire.” In the last five years, I have written and narrated “Do You Have a Dream Workbook, Five Keys to Realize Your Dream” and, “Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure.” Each project inspired me with wild abandon. My Dream book opened my heart to learn my soul’s purpose to create with words. Young Albert Einstein who held onto his dream to realize what is time, what is light caused me to discover what is imagination and determination. By November 2019 Einstein’s Compass won five book awards and an opportunity through Allen Media Strategies to relaunch my novel. In the last few days, I burn with a passion to create a unique project that took seed last summer. The premise of my new historical fiction story is, what if Jesus Christ did not die on the cross? The narrative will be the factual family business of, Jesus Christ and how Constantine established the Christ legend. Here I go, on my flaming bike, no brakes, my hair on fire to explore the history, characters and an adventure I anticipate to enrich each reader. Stay tuned.


Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure

Chapter 25 – Intervention

Forgiveness and love, Albert thought. Yes, forgiveness and love. Albert relaxed even further into his chair. The next thing he knew, his eyes were fluttering open. The auditorium was empty, except for him and Pater Benjamin, who sat contentedly in the next seat. Albert sat bolt upright in his chair. “Wha… what happened?”

“My talk put you to sleep, I fear,” Pater Benjamin said with a smile that lit up his face and his eyes.

“Oh, no… how rude… I—”

Pater Benjamin patted Albert on the arm. “Not at all, Albert. You needed to get some information on the other side. Since you don’t know how to accept that yet, you needed to be taken out for a little while.”

“Out? Out where?” Albert asked in confusion.

“Why, out of your body, of course,” said Pater Benjamin matter-of-factly.

Albert’s eyes grew wide. “What in the world do you mean? Wait, how did you know my name?” Albert was beginning to feel anxious. Something was going on here that he didn’t understand.

Pater Benjamin smiled patiently and with such compassion and love that Albert could not help but relax again. “Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?”

“Uh, yes, let’s do that,” Albert agreed.

“Good. So, let’s see…” Pater Benjamin seemed to go off in his thoughts for a moment. “Ah, got it. Okay.” He turned to Albert. “You’ve been dreaming about your friend Johann lately, and it’s been bothering you, right? And then you also have been dreaming about scientists and philosophers.”

Albert looked at Pater Benjamin dumbly and nodded.

“And these dreams have seemed so vivid that they have disturbed you, and you haven’t been able to eat well or sleep much.”

Albert nodded again. “I…” Albert paused. Pater Benjamin waited patiently. “…I think I am going mad,” Albert said in a small voice, looking down into his lap.

Pater Benjamin put a hand on Albert’s shoulder. “You are far from mad, Albert.”

Albert lifted his gaze to Pater Benjamin’s eyes and felt overcome with the man’s compassion and love. “I am?” Pater Benjamin nodded, and Albert burst into tears. “It seems so real.”

Pater Benjamin handed Albert a handkerchief. “There is a line of spiritual beings, Mystical Travelers, for lack of a better name, who have embodied throughout history. You heard me speak of two of them tonight before you were taken out for some other lessons.”

“Moses and Jesus,” said Albert.

“Yes, but there are many others. You have been receiving instruction from them in your dreams.”

“But why me?”

Pater Benjamin smiled. “You are in possession of something very sacred and powerful, Albert, and because of that, your karma has taken a very… interesting, shall we say… turn.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Your papa gave you something unusual when you were a child, am I correct?”

“A compass.”

“Yes, it is a compass,” Pater Benjamin smiled, “but it is so much more, Albert.”

“I suppose I knew that.” Albert began to reflect. “It revealed clues on a scavenger hunt, and when I was just a boy visiting my friend Johann, it lit up with a number.” Albert’s speech was becoming more and more rapid.

“Thirty-three?” Pater Benjamin asked calmly.

Albert abruptly stopped. “Yes. How did you know?”

A warm light filled Pater Benjamin’s eyes. “Let me ask you a question before I answer that. Albert, do you know the significance of the number thirty-three to you?”

Albert shook his head. “How can numbers have significance to people?” The skepticism was apparent in his voice.

If he was concerned that Albert was skeptical, Pater Benjamin did not show it. Calmly he explained, “Certain numbers can reveal things about a person. One of those is their birth number.”

“What’s a birth number?”

“It’s the sum of the numerals in the person’s birth date. You were born on the fourteenth day of the third month in 1879.”

Albert did a quick calculation in his head. “Three plus one, plus four, plus… The numbers of my birthday add up to thirty-three.”

“Correct,” noted Pater Benjamin.

“So, what does that mean?”

“Ah,” said the master. “That’s the question.” He sat back in his chair. “Well, double numerals like that signify a master path. Those with double numerals, eleven, twenty-two, and so on, tend to be leaders. Thirty-three is a very rare number. Those with this birth path want to lift the loving energy of mankind. In short, they want to do good in the world.”

Pater Benjamin paused to allow Albert to reflect on his words.

“The thirty-three-life path will call you to leadership. People with this plan often achieve recognition through acts of compassion, love, and benevolence that lift up the world’s awareness.”

“This sounds like too great a responsibility,” Albert said. “I just want to learn about light and energy and science.”

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Hold On Tight To Your Dreams

The song “Hold On Tight To Your Dreams” by ELO has been playing on a loop in my head for the last few days. My first dream for Einstein’s Compass was to publish a hero’s journey that captured your heart. My second goal was to raise awareness of my novel. This week Einstein’s Compass won “ Young Adult Fiction of the 2019 Best Book Awards. This award is one of four book awards in 2019. The Historial Novel Society wrote a rave review. Amazon and Goodreads readers love the story. Now, my dream is Einstein’s Compass being made into a motion picture shown worldwide. A movie would increase book sales and spread the message of how a German boy who received a compass from his father was inspired to follow his #dreams of what is time and light and changed the world.

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October 1894
Called to Task


As Albert secured his bicycle at the side entrance of the Gymnasium and took his books from the basket mounted in front of the handlebars, he wondered what the Benedictine monks thought of a Jewish boy attending their prestigious boarding school.

Dressed in a stylish charcoal wool suit, Albert walked toward the front of the building. Mounting the steps, he took off his inky, short-brimmed, felt bowler hat and smoothed back his unruly chestnut hair. He was late. Again. But he didn’t care.

Dwarfed by the tall Doric columns, he kept his eyes on the ground. He didn’t even glance at the long wall scroll with the Bavarian monks’ black-and-gold coat of arms that hung above him. Albert’s pace slowed. I am not looking forward to another day of boredom with these dullards.

At sixteen and standing five feet nine, Albert was not an imposing figure. The mild expression on his face hid the firestorm of rage that brewed in his mind. Day after day, the same thing.

This rote memorizing hurts my brain. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Albert let his thoughts drift to his mother and father. He missed his family.

Melancholy came over him as he remembered their goodbyes in early summer. His parents left him with his aunt and uncle so they could pursue work in Italy. He had loved his life before they went. Now, he was stuck in classes where the boys were studying things that he had mastered years earlier. His guardians, unfortunately, were not as understanding as his parents about Albert’s boredom.

Albert stopped next to a column and leaned against it, remembering his initial discovery of the magic of mathematics. He had been only around twelve when Max Talmud, a family friend and struggling medical student, visited the Einstein’s for Shabbat one Friday and gave Albert a gift that changed his life. It was a mathematics book called Simple Algebra, and it opened new worlds to Albert, who at the time was in Folkenshuler elementary school. Albert mastered the text by himself and would delight in surprising Max with how much he had learned since the previous Shabbat.

For Albert, Simple Algebra was like a prayer book. He remembered his wonderment as the book began stimulating questions in his mind. Each problem became a puzzle to solve. Life was a series of “Xs” he decided, a series of unknowns.

Albert forced himself out of his reverie and reluctantly resumed his walk to class. He entered the classroom and glanced over at his friend, Johann. The teacher, Herr von Achen, was writing on the blackboard, his back to the class. Von Achen was a rigid and disciplined man on whom forty resembled sixty. His eyes were a bleak gray behind gold-rimmed spectacles, and he wore a perpetual frown under his balding head.

“The ‘late’ Herr Einstein,” taunted Werner von Wiesel as Albert made his way to his seat. Werner was his usual obnoxious self. The boys in the class would have laughed at the play on words, but they had heard this phrase numerous times already from Von Wiesel. His entourage did manage a weak guffaw as Albert slid into his seat.

Von Achen turned and frowned. “Enough, Herr von Wiesel,” he said in a halfhearted admonishment. Albert, who often challenged Herr von Achen, was far from the teacher’s favorite student. Additionally, Von Achen didn’t want to antagonize the son of Colonel von Wiesel, one of Munich’s substantial citizens.

With a disapproving glare at Albert, Von Achen began the lesson. “Today, we will discuss the mathematical treatment of astronomy, Newton’s development of celestial mechanics and the laws of gravitation. Does everyone have their textbook?” Several of the boys nodded, taking out their copies of Josef Krist’s Essentials of Natural Science.

Albert raised his hand. “With all due respect, Herr von Achen, what does astronomy have to do with physics?”

Murmurs and grumbles rippled through the classroom. Werner rolled his eyes, moaning, “Not again… Einstein, do you have to do this?”

Albert stood his ground. “My interest is in learning physics. Astronomy is a waste of my time.”

Herr von Achen turned and glared at Albert. “As part of this course, we are covering the five branches of natural science: astronomy, biology, chemistry, the Earth sciences, and physics. You are to learn a broad range of subjects here, not just one or two.”

I have already covered this, Albert thought. He shook his head in resignation.

Herr von Achen challenged Albert. “Herr Einstein, please stand and explain to the class Newton’s theory of celestial mechanics.”

“The law of universal gravitation states that any two bodies in the universe attract each other with a force that is directly proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them,” Albert rattled off sitting in his seat.

Herr von Achen’s face reddened. “What are you talking about? Where in your textbook did you see that?” His anger building, the older man, spat, “And when I tell you to stand young man, you will stand!”

Albert threw his hands up and stood beside his chair. “Herr von Achen, I learned Newton’s theory of celestial mechanics several years ago. I read the Peoples Books of Natural Science when I was twelve. All twenty-one volumes.” A collective gasp rippled through the classroom.

Herr von Achen could barely contain his fury. “I don’t care what you read or when.” He grabbed the copy of the textbook from his desk and held it up. “We are working with this textbook and the information in it. So…” he continued as his body quivered and he slammed the book down on his desk with a sharp crack, “you can shut your mouth now and sit down immediately!”

Turning from Albert to the blackboard, Herr von Achen began madly scribbling as he spoke in short staccato bursts of scientific jargon. Albert wished he were anywhere but here. As the other boys feverishly took notes, attempting to keep up with their still enraged teacher, Albert slumped into his chair and pulled his brass compass from his pocket. He found endless fascination studying his prized possession. Pushing on the twelve gemstones like buttons, he tried to turn it on again. How could he get the number 33 to flash the way it had when he first opened the compass?

He was pulled from his dream-like state by the clock striking the hour and marking the end of the class. Albert put away his compass and gathered his books, happy to be heading for the door. Just as he was about to escape, Herr von Achen motioned him over to his desk. Albert approached cautiously. Herr von Achen pointed his right index finger at Albert and through clenched teeth growled, “Just who do you think you are, Herr Einstein?”

Albert took in a deep breath. “What do you want me to say, Herr von Achen?”

With a vein throbbing just above his brow, Von Achen spat out, “You come to class late, sit in the back row with your attention elsewhere, and argue with me whenever you can. Where is your respect?”

“Sorry, sir,” Albert replied, his patience at an end.

Herr von Achen leaned forward across his desk, coming only inches from Albert’s face. “Well then, perhaps you would do better somewhere else.” He pulled an envelope from his inside jacket pocket and smacked it against Albert’s chest. “You are to meet with the Academik Committee in six weeks. The letter explains everything.” He spun around to straighten some papers on his desk. “And, Herr Einstein,” he said with sarcasm, his attention on the papers, “be on time.”

Not knowing what to say, Albert stepped back and stared blankly at the letter in his hand. Albert’s face flushed as the idea of being expelled from school and having his plans shattered took hold. His thoughts raced. His teachers at the Folkenshuler tried to force him to conform. Albert found it suffocating. Suddenly, the whole place felt like it was closing in on him.

Albert bolted from the classroom, ran through the hall and bolted out the front door. The biting, near-winter wind smacked Albert in the face as he burst out of the Gymnasium. Running and out of breath.

He inhaled the cold air into his lungs. Albert tried to calm himself and take stock. He needed to be alone. Slowly Albert calmed down, and rationality returned. He realized he needed his bicycle. Keeping his eyes down to avoid engaging with anyone, made his way back to the side entrance of the Gymnasium. No one paid any attention to Albert as he mounted his bicycle and pedaled away. His heavy wool suit barely kept him warm in the fall chill, but he hardly noticed.

Finally, on the edge of campus, he took one hand off the handlebars to wipe the tears from his eyes. Albert pedaled fast to Gasteig Park and the bridge at the end of the Prinzregentenstrasse. He slowed before a bench in the formal gardens and set his bicycle on the brittle, brown grass.

Sitting back, like a lost soul Albert closed his eyes. He felt crushed and out of control and just wanted to scream out his anger with Herr von Achen. He gazed across the terraces where the bare branches of tall birch and maples trees quivered in the wind. Rising above in the axis of the Prinzregentenstrasse was the Angel of Peace, a statue of the ancient Greek goddess of victory, Athena Nike. Albert stared at the towering, golden figure. “My only god is mathematics,” he declared out loud. The sun began to set, and Albert shivered in the chill air. I need to be somewhere where I can think. He didn’t want to discuss this with Johann, and his aunt and uncle would be of no assistance. Then he realized he had the perfect place.

It was fully dark by the time Albert found himself riding past candlelit houses of middle-class families. A short time later, he arrived at his destination. Quietly Albert walked his bike to the back of the house and left it under a small canopy made for the family vehicles. He opened the back door and entered a quiet house. He was alone. Since his parents had taken his younger sister, Mara, to Italy, he had the family home all to himself.

He turned on the hall light and climbed the stairs two at a time. He opened the door to find his bed, dresser, and armoire had accumulated only a light coat of dust since he’d left them in the summer. Just being back in the familiar room helped to calm him. Taking a deep breath, Albert reached under the bed and pulled out his violin case. He opened it and carefully picked up his friend, Violina. Albert stood in the middle of the living room, closed his eyes and remembered playing the Mozart lullaby “I See the Moon” with his mother accompanying him on the piano. Profoundly missing his family, he began to play the favorite tune on his violin. As the sweet notes emerged from Violina, Albert started walking, then gently waltzing, around the room. He could almost hear his mother singing the melody and laughing. The folksy love song lifted his heart. Lost in his dreams, Albert let the song fill him.

Bowing the last strains of the beautiful melody, Albert found the memory of his ordeal with Herr von Achen intruding into his awareness. The warm Violina still in his hands, he opened his eyes to a dimly lit bedroom, abandoned. He sighed and settled Violina into her case. Feeling forlorn, Albert collapsed onto his bed fully clothed and fell into a deep sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day.

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Einstein’s Compass Winner Fiction Young Adult 2019 Best Book Awards

LOS ANGELES – American Book Fest has announced the winners and finalists of The 2019 Best Book Awards on November 13, 2019. Over 400 winners and finalists were announced in over 90 categories. Awards were presented for titles published in 2017-2019.

Jeffrey Keen, President and CEO of American Book Fest said this year’s contest yielded over 2,000 entries from mainstream and independent publishers, which were then narrowed down to over 400 winners and finalists.


Winner – Fiction Young Adult 2019 Best Book Awards

Einstein’s Compass: A YA Time Traveler Adventure

“…a riveting fantasy about soul-searching and growth which will keep young adult readers engrossed to the end.”
—with credit to D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review

What if young Albert Einstein had a magical compass that inspired his theories of relativity?

In Einstein’s Compass: A YA Time Traveler Adventure, a young Albert is given a supernatural compass that allows him to travel through time and space, and find wisdom in other dimensions, including the lost city of Atlantis. But evil forces seek the power of the compass, including a monstrous, shape-shifting dragon from a different age. Can the compass protect Albert from such villainy?

Grace Allison Blair is an award-winning self-help and motivational author, and podcast host, who has assisted thousands to find their spiritual wisdom to solve everyday challenges.

Throughout her adult life, Grace became a serious student of the spiritual. She found that, often, psychological principles and practices were incomplete, but could be filled out by adding the missing spiritual component. Her approach was always to see practical applications for what she uncovered in the mystical. It was through immersing herself in this field of study and experience that she came up with her idea for her book, Einstein’s Compass.

Keen says of the awards, now in their seventeenth year, “The 2019 results represent a phenomenal mix of books from a wide array of publishers throughout the United States. With a full publicity and marketing campaign promoting the results of the Best Book Awards, this year’s winners and finalists will gain additional media coverage for the upcoming holiday retail season.”

Winners and finalists traversed the publishing landscape: HarperCollins, Penguin/Random House, Simon and Schuster, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, TarcherPerigee, New World Library, Hay House, Rowman & Littlefield and hundreds of Independent Houses contribute to this year’s outstanding competition!

Keen adds, “Our success begins with the enthusiastic participation of authors and publishers and continues with our distinguished panel of industry judges who bring to the table their extensive editorial, PR, marketing, and design expertise.”

American Book Fest is an online publication providing coverage for books from mainstream and independent publishers to the world online community.

American Book Fest has an active social media presence with over 138,000 current Facebook fans.


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The Dark Angel Struggles with the Light

Will Raka’s plot for revenge against his twin brother Arka win him the compass, the prize he covets? The struggle between darkness and light is a theme in Einstein’s Compass. How does a person decide what path to take in their daily lives? Why? Is it the feeling of power that drives Raka to take the dark path? Will Raka turn from the darkness and learn how to turn to the light in our story? These are themes each person on our planet faces every day. I have learned that the light holds the darkness. As we live our lives on planet earth our lessons come from being in the darkness and learning how to turn into the light. Einstein’s Compass is a hero’s journey and struggle of the #darkness versus the light. Is Raka afraid of the #light? Or, is he lazy? Do you know of someone who is evil?


Einstein’s Compass
Chapter 18
Dragon Disappointed

The dull glow of the incandescent light bulb dimly illuminated the dragon’s lair. It was barely better than a torch, Countess Victoria von Baden thought as she paced the stone floor, impatiently waiting for her mentor. Hands clenching and unclenching, she wanted to hurt someone, to see blood. She let out a loud, guttural roar of frustration and threw her black, hooded cape onto the crushed red velvet sofa. Raka slipped in through his private entrance to find his protégé enraged. They had enlisted Werner von Wiesel to steal the compass and kill Einstein, but the boy had failed, despite the Countess’s implied rewards.

Raka’s presence did nothing to calm the woman. She glared at him.

“Don’t be angry at me, Victoria. It was not I who failed to get the compass.”

The Countess threw herself onto the plush sofa with a sigh. “I know. It’s just that…”

Raka raised his hands in a placating manner. “Oh, please, my pet, patience. I share your frustration. Let’s consider what happened.”

Though remaining petulant, the Countess nodded.

“So, do you think Werner was ready for the task?” asked Raka.

“I thought he was. Apparently, I was mistaken.” She rubbed her forehead, trying to massage away the tension. “We went over about the pistol and the need to kill Albert. He knew what to do and seemed… eager… to do it.” She paused and shook her head. “I was watching him from across the street with my long-lens telescope.” Her eyes narrowed. “Something… strange happened.”

That caught Raka’s attention. “Strange?” he said suspiciously.

“Yes. When Albert rode up, a… a bright cloud appeared. I have no other words to describe it. Werner seemed… I don’t know… freaked-out.”

Raka started pacing and became angrier with each step. “Then what happened?” he said through clenched teeth.

“Werner became very pale and distraught. He staggered, then threw up,” she said with a resigned sigh.

Raka shook his head. “You saw a bright cloud? What time did that happen?”

“Just before ten this morning. Why?” Victoria asked, looking up from the sofa.

“Because I felt the presence of the Light break the time continuum at that time,” he replied angrily.

“What do you mean ‘the Light’?” Victoria asked, surprised. Though she had been working with Raka for some time, he had not mentioned this Light before.

Raka clenched his jaw, then took a deep breath. He closed his eyes. “How do I explain a power that has vexed me for millennia?” Raka appeared to go deeply into his thoughts, then abruptly opened his eyes and pulled himself back to the present. “Never mind that for now,” he said, shaking his head as if to expel the troubling ideas. “Before I can even begin discussing the Light with you, we have more pressing work to do.”

The presence of the light of the Holy of Holies reminded the fallen dark angel of his twin brother Arka who had become a high priest in Atlantis. Instead of learning how to become responsible like his brother, Raka chose to rebel and turn from the light of the Holy of Holies and walk the path of darkness. He was on the warpath to show the world his power. Revenge filled his heart and mind, not just on his youthful nemesis Albert Einstein, but also on Arka, his brother.

Victoria began to protest, but at the sight of his narrowing eyes, she thought better of it. “You’re right. We need to focus on getting the compass—at any cost.”

Raka hissed his agreement and beckoned her closer to formulate a plan.[book:Einstein’s Compass: A YA Time Traveler Adventure|42982896]



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Raka The Dark Lord

In a dank underground cavern deep below Basel Germany’s the Black Forest, Raka stirred. The instant the number 33 had appeared above Albert’s compass, the power emanating from the device had awakened him from his centuries of slumber. His beady, red eyes began to glow as he came into consciousness, and his reptilian nostrils dilated as he tasted the air. The scent brought a smile to his lips, baring razor-sharp teeth. His eyes widening in disbelief, he shook his bony, horned head.

Not since the fall of Jerusalem had the twelve-foot angel of darkness smelled such power. “The Shamir Stone! It’s been so long…”

The fallen dark angel yearned for vengeance, not just on his youthful nemesis, but also on Arka, his brother, who had become a high priest in Atlantis. Raka scowled at the thought of how Arka had so severely undermined his progress in Atlantis before he had taken on his dragon form.

Raka chuckled then, as his thoughts turned to how he had masterminded the destruction of Atlantis. The priests of Light never saw it coming. Wielding the giant six-sided Firestone crystal in the Temple of Light, it was he who caused the disintegration of the entire continent. It felt good to beat my brother—and THEM—that day.

Pulling himself from the stone slab upon which he had been sleeping, Raka began pacing as he considered the present. With a deep longing for the sacred stone, he sighed, “To get the Shamir I will have to blend in.” He shuddered as he realized what that meant. I will have to appear… human! He thought, his mind spitting out the last word as if it had a foul taste.

With the supernatural stone of the ancients, Raka would rule the world. The deep, depraved, primal need impelled him to fight, destroy, and kill to acquire the power of the Stone of Light. I’ve made many attempts, only to be thwarted by those Light Travelers and the restrictions of God’s Law. Determination building within him, the angel of darkness shrugged off his anger.

As powerful as he was, Raka knew there were constraints. While anything was possible, not everything was permitted, and if he violated the cosmic law, there would be a terrible price for him to pay. He knew he would have to be patient and plan well. Immortality released him from some of the chains that bound his human nemeses.

Rubbing his jaw, Raka began plotting.

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Albert Experiences the Technology of Atlantis


Albert Einstein lived during the horse and buggy days.   I wondered how did he discover his theories of light with the limited technology of his time? Perhaps he was from Atlantis when technology was at its zenith? I used Doug Simpson’s book “We Lived In Atlantis” based on Edgar Cayce’s visions for my research into the high spiritual and technological civilization of Atlantis 10,000 B.C. Maybe young Albert Einstein was trying to remember his role as a priest-scientist when he lived in Atlantis? In my novel, Einstein’s Compass the Mystical Travelers transport Albert back in time to remember what is time and light? Einstein’s Compass is a hero’s journey of how a young boy with a dream changes the world by remembering ancient theories of technology. Buy Einstein’s Compass on Bookchain or Amazon. #Blockchain #bookchain




Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure

Albert Visits Atlantis

“Let’s begin with the Temple of Poseidon,” Arka beckoned the boys to follow him. “Throughout the tour, we can address some of the ideas that I understand you are bringing forward in your time.”

Albert immediately agreed. “I’d really like that.”

Arka guided them around the wall of pure gold that surrounded the temple. As they walked, Albert felt a sense of peace settle into him.

Arka enjoyed telling guests about his beautiful home. “Atlantis is a place of wisdom and healing. People here interact with one another with caring, respect, and love.”

“I believe it,” Albert agreed. “I can actually feel peace.”

“The peace you experience is not passive, submissive, or indifferent, Albert. Rather, it is a dynamic, active peace that enriches the quality of life within the individual, in society, and the world at large. People come from all over the world to meditate and rejuvenate,” Arka said proudly. “The land, its waters, vegetation, and wildlife can all be used to tap into the part of you that is calm, loving, and peaceful. I think it will help you accept what you’ve been hearing.”

“It must be working,” Albert smiled. “I feel serene.”

Arka smiled back, then pointed up. “The sacred Temple of Poseidon is 98 feet high, with foils of silver over the limestone. And notice the golden statuary. The contrast of elements is in keeping with the esoteric principle of honoring opposites. The spiritual equilibrium—in this case, gold representing the sun and silver representing the moon—represents the ultimate expressions of male and female energies; solar being male and lunar, female.”

Albert and Johann were drinking in their surroundings and information. As they reached the facade of the temple, the glass doors opened like magic. With such wonders around him, Albert forgot his troubles. He put his hand on Johann’s shoulder. The two could only stare in awe and wonder as they strode into the thirty-foot-high atrium. At the center of the sanctuary, they passed the solid metal orichalcum pillar into which the laws of Atlantis had been engraved. Healers and priests in bright tunics walked about, tending to their tasks.

Arka guided his guests into the Gathering Hall and over to a square, a twenty-foot topographic map of Atlantis that hung on the west wall. As he pointed to the three archipelagoes, he said, “The island with concentric circles of land on the far left is Poseidon, where we are. The more massive island is Aryan, and the smallest is Og.” The boys took it all in as Arka continued. “In millennia past, Atlantis was one vast continent stretching nearly to the coasts of the eastern and western continents. But over time, a series of earthquakes have reduced Atlantis to three islands.”

“The formation of Poseidon is certainly interesting,” Johann observed.

Arka nodded. “Yes, Poseidon has ten provinces, one on each ring, with sacred shrines on each of them. It is our purpose to bring humankind into accord with cosmic harmony by observing the ebb and flow of opposites.” Arka turned to Albert.

“Now, let ’s address what interests you most, Albert.” The young scientist leaned forward in anticipation. “To understand energy and light, you must learn how we are implementing the principles of natural forces. Our temples are not solely for religious worship. Each is dedicated to one of the arts or sciences or professions. In our Temples of Learning, each student on Atlantis learns not only the details of their chosen field but also how to access their creativity through alignment with the spiritual heart. When in harmony with God, the flow of inspiration and creativity is pure, and higher light pours forth with divine love.”

Arka pointed to the Temple of Light on the map. “Albert, we have discovered that sound waves imperceptible to the human ear are emanating from the Earth. Our Temples of Light capture those sound waves, amplify them, and direct them as energy sources.”

“You use the energy of the Earth as a power source?” Albert was fascinated.

“Yes, our Firestone crystals are near the center of the island’s landmass and serve as a focal point. They modify the energy moving out of the inner core into the shafts we have created in the Earth itself. They allow the highest frequencies to radiate out of our network of pyramids.” Arka gestured, and a holographic image of the Earth appeared in front of them. “We have Temples of Light around the Earth in a power network.”

Albert’s eyes widened, and he pointed to what was known as Egypt in his time. “Wait, are you saying the pyramids here are part of your network and have something to do with transmitting light and energy to other pyramids?”

Arka nodded. “Yes, there are pyramids here, here, here, and here,” he said, pointing to what Albert recognized as Mexico, China, Antarctica, and the United States of America. Then he turned and motioned for the boys to follow. “Come on. I’ll take you to the Temple of Light.”

Johann leaned over and whispered to Albert as they followed Arka, “Are you doing okay with all of this?”

Albert shrugged, “I don’t know what to think. A lizard monster wants my compass. They use sound waves to produce electricity. Pyramids broadcast energy around the world. How could I not be just fine?” he smirked.


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Bublish Announces Publication of Its First Book on the Blockchain

Announcement to be made at the Frankfurt Book Fair in Germany this week.

Charleston, SC, October 19, 2019 –(– The indie book publishing platform Bublish is pleased to announce the publication of its first book on the blockchain: Einstein’s Compass: A YA Time Traveler Adventure by Authors Grace Blair and Laren Bright.

The book’s debut on the blockchain was made possible through Bublish’s partnership with Bookchain by Scenarex. Bookchain is showcasing its technology and Einstein’s Compass at the Frankfurt Book Fair in Germany this week.

Einstein’s Compass: A YA Time Traveler Adventure tells the story of a young Albert Einstein, who is given a supernatural compass that allows him to travel through time and space. Along the way, he finds wisdom in other dimensions, including the lost city of Atlantis. But evil forces seek the power of the compass, including a monstrous, shape-shifting dragon from a different age. Can the compass protect Albert from such villainy?

Blockchain is a promising new technology for the book publishing industry, enabling authors and publishers to configure the security, traceability, attribution, and distribution settings (including lending and reselling) of their eBooks. While protecting and securing the eBooks against theft and piracy, Bookchain’s blockchain-based platform, allows readers to access eBook files from any device through its browser-based Web Reader. Bookchain by Scenarex, a Montreal-based startup, was born out of a passion for literature, sharing, and technology. Through blockchain technology, the company strives to create flexible, user-friendly, non-restrictive solutions that will benefit the evolution and development of the digital publishing industry.

About Bublish
Bublish is the world’s first complete indie publishing platform with built-in marketing technology. Authors can write, publish, market, and track their sales—all from one dashboard. By providing a complete publishing and marketing solution, Bublish’s award-winning platform empowers thousands of “authorpreneurs” around the world with the tools, technology, resources and programs they need to be successful in today’s crowded book marketplace.

Learn more about Bublish and its services at

Kathy Meis

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Lubbock’s Best Small Business Storyteller for 2019 is Grace Allison of Modern Mystic Media! 

🏆Just Say WOW! Lubbock’s Winner Of Alignable’s SmallBiz Story Search Revealed Today

Chuck Casto from Alignable

Oct 3rd, 2019

Today’s a big day for the great storytellers in our network!

After reviewing thousands of funny, emotional, and inspirational entries, plus heartfelt comments from our members, we’re happy to announce the local small business people who’ve just won the first phase of our WOW-Worthy SmallBiz Story Search.

🥁Drumroll, please! 🥁

Lubbock’s Best Small Business Storyteller for 2019 is Grace Allison of Modern Mystic Media!

And here’s the winning entry:
Why Courage and Creativity are fundamental when Change happens My journey of courage and creativity began In 1989 when doctors pronounced me with cervical cancer. When I learned the diagnosis, I called in the Light and imagined I felt the he….

Best Stories From Your Local Business Community

Criteria focused on the overall quality of the story compared to other local entries. Funny, emotional, surprising, inspirational or otherwise unforgettable stories rose to the top, via member likes, and judging panel input.

Our aim was to showcase many real stories from small business life and our impressive contest entrants truly delivered!

We were thrilled to see countless stories that reflect the resilience, dedication, and humor small businesspeople tap daily to make their dreams a reality and bolster their local economy. Many stories also included small business advice that could benefit any business owner.

Badge Enhances Business Networking on Alignable

Lubbock’s winner has received a personalized badge to celebrate this major achievement.

The badge can drive more prospects, visibility, and recognition on our Alignable network for the rest of 2019 and beyond.

Beyond the badge, all local winners are automatically entered into the semifinalist phase of our competition — state or provincial winners for the U.S. and Canada. Semifinalists will be named next month.

Upcoming Vote For Top 10 Stories & $23K In Prizes

Once semifinalists are revealed, North American voting will commence helping choose the grand prize winners, one each for the U.S. and Canada, as well as eight runners-up.

Each national winner will receive a lifetime Alignable premium membership, valued at $10,800. Runners-up will each be given six months of free premium memberships, valued at $180 each. In all, over $23,000 worth of prizes will be awarded.

1 comment to Lubbock’s Best Small Business Storyteller for 2019 is Grace Allison of Modern Mystic Media! 

  • Grace Allison

    Thank you, members, of Alignable, for recommending my spiritual/inspirational non-fiction “Do You Have a Dream Workbook” and my novel “Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure”. I appreciate the recognition and hope to inspire all who visit my books and website.
    Grace Allison Blair, Author

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