TITLE: Being Here
RELEASE DATE:
February 10, 2017
AUTHOR: Jennifer
Lynn
PAGE COUNT: 244
ISBN: 978-0692837030
IMPRINT: Craig Na Dun
KEYWORDS:
Mysticism, Celtic, Shamanism, Druidism, Goddess, Spirituality, Soul Midwife
CATEGORIES: Pagan
Fiction/Mystical Fiction/Urban Fantasy/Fantasy
ONE LINER:
Glimpse the world
through the eyes of a modern-day shaman. Bree MacLeod and her story, Being
Here, are waiting for you.
SYNOPSIS:
Have you ever
wondered if life is more than a series of random events? Or if invisible
threads might weave together seemingly unrelated moments? Bree MacLeod – wise
woman, shaman and Daughter of the goddess Bríghid – knows the Truth.
When her aunt and
foster-mother falls into a coma of unknown origin, Bree is pulled back to
Seattle, the city of her childhood. As the family Bean feasa, Bree must work
with her Otherworldly Allies to reach Emily and convince her soul to choose –
to make Transition or to return to life on This Side of the Veil. But, being
back in Seattle puts her within reach of her uncle, the man from whom Bree fled
for her life years ago. Can Bree and her Allies find the way?
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Excerpt Being Here promotional piece.
by
Jennifer Lynn
Bree
MacLeod watched sea-green eyes dart side to side as the woman seated opposite
her fidgeted. She had chosen Café de Lys for their first meeting, hoping the
cozy ambiance of the very public place might put the woman at ease. But, as the
woman glanced toward the door for the second time, Bree wondered.
“Lucy,
would you rather leave?”
Shaking
fingers pulled roughly at a sugar packet. Missing the woman’s cup of coffee
completely, the tiny crystals spilled across the table. “Sorry,” the woman
muttered, sweeping the mess from the table with her napkin.
Bree
leaned forward and reached across the table. Before she could make contact,
Lucy’s hands disappeared under the table as a frisson of unease trembled
through Bree.
What was that? She debated, her gaze
drifting along the edge of the woman’s energy field. Was it fear? Panic? Loathing? Bree could not be certain. But she
knew the woman did not want to be here. She exhaled slowly, letting Love seep
gently and consciously outward.
“It’s
all right if you would prefer to leave.”
“No.”
Lucy shook her head. To Bree’s inner vision, the blonde curls seemed to quiver
and cower closer to the woman’s skull. Reaching for a new packet of sugar, the
woman hesitated. “It’s just… Karen, my sister…” Lucy sighed, her shoulders
drooping.
Bree
nodded as Lucy emptied the sugar packet into her cup. Karen, a regular client,
had mentioned the referral.
“She
tried to explain it to me.” Lucy stirred her coffee, eyes firmly cast toward
the table. The silver spoon banged on the sides of the cup and pounded through
Bree like a heartbeat. “But, I couldn’t… I didn’t…”
Lucy
tapped the spoon on the edge of her cup and Bree’s vision blurred. Light
streaked across her inner awareness then pooled to reveal the image of a much
younger Lucy. Blonde hair disheveled and tiny arms clutching a well-worn
Raggedy-Ann doll, the girl shrank from some unseen source of terror.
“I’m scared. I’m scared.
I’m scared,” the
girl whispered before disappearing into darkness.
Bree
shivered and exhaled as the over-stuffed sofas and wooden tables of the Café de
Lys drifted back into view.
“It’s
okay, Lucy.” Bree saw the sea-green eyes flash in her direction. Love, Love, Love, her heart sang.
Keeping her hands visible and safely wrapped around her cup, she pitched her
voice low and soothing. “How can I help?”
The
woman studied Bree’s face, shifting her focus and avoiding direct contact. Then
she set down her spoon and sighed noisily. “Can you tell me, what exactly is it you do?”
A
fresh breeze blew through Bree’s awareness. “I am a Bean feasa, a shaman, a soul midwife. I facilitate healing to help
your body, mind and soul communicate so they can work together harmoniously
again.”
Lucy
stared, then blinked.
“Are
you familiar with shamanism?”
The
emptiness of the woman’s gaze prepared Bree for the answer.
“Not
really.”
Bree
swallowed a sip of coffee from her cup and nodded. “Shamanism is an earth-based
spirituality. As old as humankind and as diverse, shamanic traditions view life
as consisting of This World – the world of the physical, what we can see,
taste and touch – and of the Otherworld – the world of the unseen, of
the soul. Two halves of one whole, This World and the Otherworld need each
other. They flow one into the other and determine what is possible in one and
the other.”
She
paused and took another sip of coffee, focusing her gaze on the woman opposite
her. Careful now, she cautioned
herself. Go gently. She waited to see Lucy nod slowly before continuing.
“To
affect any kind of change, you need to shift something. Sometimes you can cause
the desired change by altering something here in This World. Other times, no
matter how many things you replace, reconfigure or vary on This Side, the
pattern remains the same. In those situations, the shift must be made in the
Otherworld, on the soul side of the relationship. That’s where I can help.”
Bree
paused and sipped her coffee. The sea-green eyes had watched her closely as she
offered her explanation, but now they gazed through slits, hidden and hooded.
Unwilling to push, Bree waited for Lucy to continue the conversation.
“How,
exactly?”
“My
training in shamanic journey techniques allows me to shift my consciousness and
walk in the Otherworld. I carry your question, your concern to the Wisdom
Keepers on the Otherside so healing can flow. In essence, I function as an
interpreter. I speak both your language and Their language, and through me the
two of you communicate.”
Lucy
sat back in her chair, her gaze fixed on Bree. “You make it sound so… easy.”
Sometimes it is, Bree thought with a
smile.
She
saw a shadow dim the woman’s energy field. As a frown creased Lucy’s face, the
voice of adult Lucy echoed through Bree. “I’m
so tired of being afraid.”
The
woman leaned forward in her seat, elbows pressed against the table. “Why do
you…” Lucy scowled. “What led you to this practice?”
Tracing
her index finger along the handle of her coffee cup, Bree considered the woman.
How do I best answer her?
“The Truth,” the voice of her Salmon
Ally whispered from the Otherworld. “Tell
her the Truth.”
Bree
nodded in quiet reply. “It is who I am.”
AUTHOR BIO:
Jennifer Lynn is a soul midwife, a modern-day mystic and a shamanic
practitioner specializing in Celtic mystical techniques and practices. During
twenty-plus years of training and experience, she has studied extensively with
Tom Cowan, Caitlín Matthews, the Invisible Druid Order, the Order of Bards
Ovates and Druids, the Foundation for Shamanic Studies as well as with mystical
practitioners internationally.
An award-winning, published poet, Jennifer gives voice to her Bardic
craft through poetry and prose. Her writings explore the rhythms of life while
honoring the Goddess and the Sacred Conversation. Dance through the moon
turnings with Jennifer – read her blog at www.ThroughShamansEyes.wordpress.com.
Jennifer is also a Chinese medicine practitioner and a Minister of the
Circle of the Sacred Earth, a church of animism fostering shamanic principles
and practices. She currently resides in Saint Louis, Missouri, under the
Fleur-de-Lys, nestled amongst the waters and the oak trees.
EMAIL: JLynn@CircleofHealingArts.net
AUTHOR LINKS:
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AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01NBVJEB8
AMAZON CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01NBVJEB8
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