EXCERPTS (No. 5) FROM “THE MEADOW” — a story of love and devastation stretching over thousands of years

“The Meadow” – a great love story

Excerpt from their lives in the Sixteenth Century

A VERY INTERESTING, BUT NECESSARY DEVELOPMENT FOR THEIR SOULS, OCCURS IN THE FOURTH LIFE WHEN THIS TIME, TEUCH IS BORN AS A FEMALE — ANN. ANACAONA SHOWS UP AS ANN’S SEVERELY CRIPPLED, BUT HIGHLY GIFTED SON, NATHANIEL

As Teuch and Anacaona evolve and develop further into the story of “The Meadow”, this excerpt covers the lives of our two protagonists as they incarnate into the Sixteenth Century in New England.

Accompanying the Pilgrim Fathers, Ann and her husband along with their young son, Nathaniel, start a new life having left the drudgery that encompassed Ann’s life.

Her husband Henry, was a Methodist Minister and the realities between the two of them were more polarised than they had first imagined. It was Nathaniel who would become the link pin, holding things together in more ways than one.

The authors challenge the reader not to be emotionally influenced by this very powerful story. Read the excerpt further down this page.

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“The Meadow” seeks recognition

THE INTERNET IS THE ONLY WAY FORWARD

“The Meadow” is ready to be shared with the world. However, before that can happen, there are certain factors which need addressing. The main issue here is to get the story out there and attract people by showing snippets, excerpts and characters in the book.Here goes my lists of articles for you to follow regarding a great love story that spans over thousands of years. I hope you can get something from all of them and then go to The Meadow home page and see where and when you can obtain the book.

“The Meadow” is seeking its rightful place amongst the bookshelves with all the other fantastic works of fiction.

All great novels have to have a starting point. Some already have established authors to help them on their way. And then there are new, undiscovered creative writers who have to prove themselves by other means.

This is our attempt to bring awareness into the hearts and minds of readers everywhere that there is another great story just waiting to be found.

We have now put a lovely printed picture on to that plain old book above. What’s more — it’s a real picture and not a painting.

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The physical meadow versus the celestial watering hole called “The Meadow”

Which woMEDIUMuld you choose?

To the right is a beautiful photo of a real meadow somewhere.
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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.
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Observe the painting painting left and see what conjures in the minds of the two authors who wrote “The Meadow”.
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The Feathers

An nMEDIUMovel waiting for publication

This is how the story begins, with a legend, where two tail feathers are cast from an eagle and an owl in an aerial display.To the right is a close up depicting them in the painting of “The Meadow” and left the real feathers, framed to celebrate the completion of “The Meadow”.

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Excerpt from their lives in the Sixteenth Century

Teuch is born as a female – Ann; and Anacaona is born as Ann’s severely crippled, but highly gifted son, Nathaniel.

. . . . “When she came to and looked at her surroundings Ann knew this night would be endless and that only death could cut it short. She and Nathaniel had no chance. For Sakhota the struggle was already over and she closed her eyes to the sight of his decapitated head grotesquely planted on his lance propped in the ground between her and Nathaniel where they waited under the tree with the ropes around their necks, feet still touching the ground. Ann had not said a word to Nathaniel and he too was very quiet. He kept his head at an angle at which he could see his mother at all times and Ann had a strange sensation that he had accepted their fate and was at peace with himself. In their eerie surroundings, with the full moon high in the velvet sky, a witness to the execution about to take place, Ann had an unfathomable realization of strange familiarity.Then Nathaniel spoke for the first time in a subdued voice so as not to attract the attention of their five executioners a little distance away from them, contemplating a seemingly important matter. “I have always loved you.” He said it simply, but his voice trembled with pent-up emotion. “Always.” He repeated the word softly, keeping his eyes on her as if he wanted her to understand something. Ann looked into her crippled son’s face and saw something that silenced her words but her body understood, for it translated her intense emotion into uncontrollable trembling.

Seeing her distress and knowing that their time together was short, he gestured with his eyes towards Sakhota’s head between them. “Look down, please,” he implored softly. “One of them took that off me when they surprised us. William stuck it in the ground under Sakhota’s head. I know you will understand when you see it. Don’t look at his head; look at the ground beneath…”

Ann could barely breathe as she listened to his calm voice and slowly cast her eyes to the ground underneath the head with its open staring eyes, still dripping occasional sticky drops of blood. When she saw the feathers, she frowned as her heart contracted agonizingly, stopping for a painful moment to weigh the magnitude of what she saw, as if waiting for a decision to live or to die. “Oh, God… No!”

She spoke the words weakly, her face twisted in pain, then a tortured sob escaped her constricted lungs and every muscle in her body locked painfully. As the tears began to stream down her face, the veil of the past fell back and before her stood, not her crippled son, but a beautiful young woman with long black hair blowing gently in the wind. “Anacaona…?” The name spilled, barely audible, from her lips as Ann’s tortured heart faltered once more but she held on with every ounce of her strength, fighting back through the tears to bring Nathaniel’s face into focus again.

“Teuch.” Nathaniel whispered Ann’s ancient name softly. He had known for so long, but couldn’t bear to share this knowledge with her. As a cripple he had no real future with another woman and he had discovered their past through techniques that Sakhota had taught him. Since his discovery, he could live in his fantasies of times gone by, but she belonged to another man in this life and he needed and wanted to respect that.

Shape #5 small high res.Nathaniel had gained deeper insight into the patterns and the sounds he always saw in his visions and dreams, and he intuitively knew that their story was not yet complete. His heart reached out to Ann, feeling the raw agony so deeply etched in bewildered confusion on her face. With the ropes around their necks there was no time to explain his visions to her or how a single shape, in its coded message, had recently revealed aspects of the mission they shared. All he could do for her right now, as Nathaniel, was to surround her with his love . . . ”

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The Pilgrim Fathers

The day when Ann, Henry and Nathaniel set out to seek a new life

The evolution of Anacaona and Teuch is documented in “The Meadow”, illustrating and emphasizing the polarities which were thrust upon them.Before they incarnated into the modern world, the history behind them was colourful as they shared many lives in different parts of the world and as many different people.

It was the soul which remained constant, only changing by the evolution which encompassed it. As they reincarnated, they also grew in mind, body and spirit.
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There is no life that they shared which was never far away from great love. Conversely, there was also pain in great measure and was never demonstrated more effectively than when they existed during the sixteenth century, when they accompanied the Pilgrim Fathers and sailed with them to start life again by living in New England.

When you read this chapter you will feel the love and the pain in equal measure, leaving you breathless as you have probably just experienced by reading the above excerpt.

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Dead Man’s Hollow

A short story written in the first person singular

I’ve mentioned quite a few times, especially in the recent blogs that I’ve written, how “The Meadow” was an idea which came to me as a very young man. To this day I still can’t say, hand on heart, what the source of it was.Quite a while ago I wrote a short story called “Dead Man’s Hollow”. It was written in the first person singular and was inspired by my visits to a place in the countryside near where I live.

There was a small wooded hill and it was hollowed out on one side. It attracted kids of all ages and from all areas and we would play there for hours on end.

I can’t confirm this one way or the other, but the experience of those heady days could well have planted the first seed of an idea which finally became “The Meadow” written along with my co-author Elfreda Pretorius.

All I can say is that whenever the idea for this story came into my consciousness, the vision of that hollow, named Dead Man’s Hollow by the local population, was always present.

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Three beautiful creatures

They all feature in “The Meadow”

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

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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The Meadow novel

A story of undying love over thousands of years through many different lives

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A novel written with a message for the modern world. It’s time to start realizing that there is more to life than what our five physical senses relay to us. Release your conditioned mind and understand that life is eternal, whether it be in the mind, the soul or the body. Life goes on regardless, and we follow it every step of the way.
A short, heart-rendering story called “Dead Man’s Hollow”
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According to Buddhist philosopher and photographer Daisaku Ikeda, the response to nature’s beauty is not merely aesthetic but reflects also the ability to discern a deeper meaning and interconnectedness in things.
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The Phoenix rising from the ashes combined with an outline of a female’s head

In 1986 I was under a great deal of stress.My mother was dying of cancer and I was undergoing horrendous business relationships with my equal partner.

My mother died, coinciding with my decision to go it alone and break the partnership and form a new business.

I commemorated this by designing this emblem/logo in memory of my late mother and in recognition of a new start in business.

It has remained with me ever since and has accompanied many articles that I have written, as well as being the company logo that accompanied all business administration.

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This is the avatar of my co-author, Elfreda Pretorius

A little girl picking up a baby sparrow

“Sparrow in my hand” is the personal Avatar of my writing partner, Elfreda.Drawn by her son, it commemorates a turning point in her life when that same son, at the age of seven, overcame life threatening injuries sustained in an accident.

This is his vision of his mother as a little girl, wondering how to save a baby sparrow that fell from its nest – the same way she wondered how to help him survive all those years ago.

“Sparrow in my hand” is the book of his healing they intend to write in the near future.

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Check out all “The Meadow” lenses and blogs

“The Meadow” has its own home page where you can read all about this story

“The Meadow” is ready to be shared with the world.However, before that can happen, there are certain factors which need addressing.

The main issue here is to get the story out there and attract people by showing snippets and characters in the book.

Here goes my lists of articles from the Home Page for you to follow regarding a great love story that spans over thousands of years.

I hope you can get something from all of them.

The Meadow home page

CLICK ON TO THE ABOVE LINK TO TAKE YOU TO THE MEADOW HOME BLOG PAGE FOR ALL OTHER BLOGS AND ARTICLES.

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Follow my other links

These are from various sites and different people

This is all about viral marketing and how to draw people to you. All my communication will be detailed in the form of links whereby the loop becomes complete.
Elfreda, my writing partner’s own website
Here you will find all you need to know about life skills.
My Website for people to post their own material
See in more detail how “The Meadow” has developed.
Writer,Author,Publishing Club
Gary Eby’s group in Squidoo.
TheSpiritGuides.co.uk.collection
See another showpiece for “The Meadow”
MySpace
Another place to post your blogs.
The Bookglutton Club
Join me at this readers’ club.

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Please make comments and leave a contact

All the articles and blogs that I write are designed to create an awareness of “The Meadow”. Communication, pro-action and interaction is the name of the game. Let me know somehow that “The Meadow” is on your mental list. This will eventually lead us to the right people and bring this story (which was meant to be written) to the world.

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Contact us

We’re easily reached

mike-and-elfreda-togther5If you are interested in learning more about “The Meadow”, then you can contact us as follows:-

TINY
Address:
No. 8 High Throston,
TS26 0LJ
UK

Elfreda:

No. 22 Oakville,

L6H 2B5, Canada

TINY
Telephone: +(0044) 1429 279814
Fax: +(0044) 1429 231255
Email: themeadowblog@gmail.com

Elfreda:

+(0001) 905 815 0734

Email: elfredapretorius@gmail.com

Links:
TINY

The Meadow home page

The Meadow at Twitter

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