The Meadow Home Page and Introduction

Publication of a great story is only the beginning. Now it has to find its rightful place amongst the bookshelves with all the other fantastic works of fiction. This can only happen when it is brought into people’s awareness.

“The Meadow” has taken two and a half years to write and the authors do not intend for it to take that long to gain momentum as it reaches public scrutiny.

We rely on the power of the Internet and the tools which are available to us.

There are many potential readers out there and using the right approach by using this facility will go a long way to helping us achieve our goals.

Watch this space.

To the right is a beautiful photo of a real meadow somewhere. Once you begin to read “The Meadow” your mind will possibly take you to another world and let you experience a meadow from another dimension — a celestial watering hole where souls go to rest between physical lives.

See the painting further down and see what conjures in the minds of the two authors who wrote “The Meadow”.

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The right hand pictures displays two feathers that were taken from the painting, commissioned to celebrate the completion of “The Meadow.”

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These framed feathers are real. One is from an eagle and the other is from an owl. They are both relevant to the story of “The Meadow”. The story begins with the legend that was borne out of the eagle and the owl in a ceremonial display that would change the world for two special people.

It is said that anyone else who found the feathers would find the one that they loved and would live forever.

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Have you considered that past lives are nothing more or less, than lives lived parallel to us? Therefore this is no myth. Take your mind and your ego out of the time-space continuum and you will discover that there is no past and there is no future. There is only the moment or the presence. In other words, I’m describing the here and now. If you give thought to this fact then you will discover that there can be no experiences of past lives that have been lived on this Earth, in this dimension, many years ago. The emphasis here is in this dimension.

What we are experiencing more likely than not, are lives (possibly countless lives) being lived by us as different personalities but yet still sharing the same soul. I believe that theory physics, string theories and quantum physics are already proving that time as we know it, does not exist other than being part of the illusion which gives substance to a material world, giving us the opportunity to experience our minds.

In my opinion, it makes more sense to realise that we are part of a collective consciousness and our learning/experiencing mindset comes about via multiple lives which are lived simultaneously but in different dimensions or parallel universes. Where choices come into this regarding how we live a life, is beyond my comprehension. For example, it could be possible that we live many lives on Earth with an identical natural infrastructure which sustains us and yet in a completely separate dimension, frequency or vibration.

Therefore what people interpret as memories through dreams and regression are simply real experiences happening in the here and now, but in different dimensions. These are thoughts that are being brought into our conscious awareness via our five physical senses and our inner feelings. What we interpret as time zones is simply a period background which can be either pre or post industrial revolution and thus providing the illusion to live out a life. It’s fascinating stuff once we realise that there is only the presence and nothing else. We can only experience and savour the moment.

The state of awareness that we experience here can possibly be much greater as we live a life somewhere else or in another place. The feedback we get is through the neural and esoteric channels which surround us all. It’s a wonderful thought and one which I consider should be given greater consideration. I hope you don’t mind this alternate view on this subject. I’m no expert, but I would welcome other people’s views on this. This is the beauty of human debating.

Regardless of all this, I am still of the romantic notion that we have lived before on this Earth. We are only human and this is the way I like to feel when I start to ponder on this subject. As a consequence to this, I along with a co-writer, have written a 600-page novel about lives and loves that have lived again and again.

Our novel, can be found on our new web/blog site and we hope that you get the time to come and visit us and, perhaps, express a wish to learn more of this work which took two and a half years to write. Please go to The Meadow Blog.com

It’s all good food for thought isn’t it? We do hope that our story will stimulate minds and help plant that seed of curiosity.

THIS IS A PAINTING COMMISSIONED TO CELEBRATE THE COMPLETION OF “THE MEADOW”. IT IS NOT INTENDED TO GIVE THE IMPRESSION THAT THIS IS THE BOOK COVER.

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Chaska is a brave Native American scout. He is second only to his father in the Sioux hierarchy. He brings with him many gifts, but the one that escapes him is total happiness. Read what happens to him one day as he entered HER village, as he came to bargain with the chief elders to seek common ground with the buffalo hunting.

He proudly carried his lance that day. When he left, it had the addition of one single grey owl feather. SHE kept the other one.

He entered the village on his mighty steed Nwaptoah, but he left only with the aid of his fellow braves, as a terrible accident befell him. Read about his life in “The Meadow”.

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WATCH OUT FOR THEM IN FUTURE ARTICLES FEATURING “THE MEADOW” AND LEARN ABOUT THE MYSTERY THAT SURROUNDS THESE FEATHERS

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THE LORD OF THE DAY

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THE LORD OF THE NIGHT

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THE KING OF THE OPEN PLAINS

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All the places mentioned in “The Meadow” are real, even Thorp Pelkington which you will not find on a map no matter how detailed. Here are just some of them. Watch out for more in other lenses.

The picture to the right is showing the way out of The Meadow, a name given to this small estate by the local town planners. If only they knew how ironic it was that someone on their staff had chosen a name that would become synonymous with one of the greatest love stories ever told.

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THIS IS JUST A SMALL ESTATE, COMPARABLE WITH MANY DOTTED AROUND THE ENGLISH TOWNS. HOWEVER, THIS PLACE HAD AN ENERGY OF ITS OWN. AFTER ALL, IT WAS CALLED THE MEADOW AND I COULDN’T HAVE IGNORED IT IF I TRIED. SO IT BECAME AN INTEGRAL PART OF “THE MEADOW” STORY.

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