EXCERPTS (No. 1) FROM “THE MEADOW” — a story of love and devastation stretching over thousands of years
“The Meadow” – a great love story
Excerpt from The Prologue — meet Rachel, one of the authors and her dream about writing
Here is an introduction which should lead you to read the first excerpt from “The Meadow”, a book about love and past lives which started in antiquity and reaches the modern world.
Read all about Rachel, an author who had a dream about writing. Understand how the eagle had such an influence on her and realise how devastated she was when her first story was rejected by the publishers.
This marks only the beginning to her remarkable life as it coincided with the eaglets leaving their nest.
Read the excerpt to The Prologue below.
THE MEADOW
A tale that started in antiquity and reached the twenty first century.
This is a story about love, devastation, lies and deceit. Above all, the story demonstrates how all things are connected, without exception.
Are there other concepts out there that can match this amazing tale? Maybe the links below can demonstrate this.
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This story was meant to be given to the world
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..
The physical meadow versus the celestial watering hole called “The Meadow”
Which would you choose?
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”.The Feathers
One from an eagle and the other from an owl
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 are the real feathers framed to celebrate the completion of the story.
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Excerpt from Prologue
Meet Rachel, one of the authors and her dream about writing
“. . . RACHEL
The eagle saw her first. It puffed out its neck feathers in warning and opened its beak slightly where it sat on the nest. Without moving its head, the huge bird glared intensely at the girl. Rachel stood quite still and returned the unwavering look, but her young heart sang. If the eagle didn’t fly off, it meant that it was brooding and protecting eggs. She stifled the giggle that bubbled up, thrilled at what was so blatantly obvious. She and the bird had something big in common; the eagle expected to hatch eaglets and she was ready to hatch a dream.
After the long winter at Cape Breton, Rachel couldn’t wait to scale the cliffs behind their home again. The secret route to her favorite hideout still had some icy patches, but she knew how to navigate these and was impatient to reach the pinnacle, from where she could sit and gaze at the ocean, while nurturing her dream. The eagle kept her vigilantly in sight; the thought of her dream sent a tremendous rush through her body. She leaned forward and, taking care not to make sudden movements, she softly addressed the bird.
“Mrs. Eagle, keep your eggs warm so that your babies can hatch when the time is right.” She smiled conspiringly. “I will tell you when my dream comes true. I promise.” Then she retreated cautiously. It was time to check the mail again! Her excitement was boundless.
Rachel’s mother noticed her new routine and asked her husband what the daily scaling of the cliffs meant and why their sixteen-year-old daughter was keeping a vigil at the mailbox. She raised a curious eyebrow at his reply.
“She wrote a love story for a magazine in Toronto?” She pursed her lips in a distinctive habit that accentuated her high cheekbones, which made her appear hard. Then she added with the faintest tinge of cynicism. “What does she know about love?” She had long become used to Rachel confiding in her father, rather than her.
Editor to the local Cape Breton Post, Rachel’s father didn’t reply, but watched the object of his love rush in through the back door and strip off her parka and boots. Taller than the average girl, her slender limbs and long chestnut hair defied family genes on both sides, as did her sunny disposition, portraying none of the dullness so characteristic of other relatives. It was still cold on the higher elevations and he noticed her rosy cheeks and the bright light in her hazel eyes.
“How much longer before they hatch?” he whispered softly in her ear, hugging her.
“Not long, Daddy. I think she minds my presence less and less. We have a bond now.” She smiled and kissed his cheek, holding up her hands and shaking her head in playful protest. “Don’t ask—nothing yet in the mailbox! But soon, I think.”
His heart contracted on her behalf, wishing he could scoop up all the hurt and disappointment scheduled to cross her path now and in the future and protect her from it. He admired her courage but, paradoxically, it also exposed her vulnerability. His girl had written her story first in longhand and then carefully typed it before sending it off. Only once had he asked her about it.
“What kind of love story is it, Rachel?” She sat next to him on the dock where he had cast a leisurely line, resting her head against his shoulder. Like her, he was lost in the reflection of the clouds on the water. She answered without hesitation.
“The kind that makes your bones ache, Daddy; even if you have not yet had a chance to love anyone like that.” He tugged at the line, overwhelmed with her ability to express at such a deep level.
“How do you know, Rachel? You’re sixteen.” When she didn’t answer he turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were filled with tears and she looked straight ahead. But her expression was serene and accepting, as if she felt the weight of the load and was used to carrying it.
“I don’t know, Daddy. It just feels like a very old memory.”
Sixteen weeks since she had first come across the brooding eagle, she crept closer to the nest again. The mother was nowhere in sight and Rachel looked forward to admiring the reflection of the sun on the young birds, and listening to the excited squeaking that her presence evoked. But the eaglets were gone. Rachel stared at the empty nest in shock and then she knew that this was the sign that she had been waiting for. She turned and dashed along the path which led down the cliff, running and jumping over rocks and dried tree stumps; her heart thundering in her chest. This had to be the day!
She was right. The long awaited letter was in the mailbox, but she was not prepared for the cold, businesslike rejection. Her father found her in her bedroom curled into the fetal position and read the letter on her dresser with a wistful expression on his face. Then he sat down next to her and softly stroked her hair. What else was there to do?
Meet Prince’s Decree
Imagine Mike’s surprise to find a black race horse in the village of Elwick
A little emaciated due to an injury, and in the process of recovering, the likeness with the horse in “The Meadow” was uncanny.You will read about this horse in other pages or blogs. His story almost runs parallel to what was in the mind of one of the original authors.Read all about this in other pages created to help promote “The Meadow”.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.THE LORD OF THE DAYTHE LORD OF THE NIGHT
THE KING OF THE OPEN PLAINS
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The Meadow novel–a great love story
A story of undying love over thousands of years through many different lives
- A short, heart-rendering story called “Dead Man’s Hollow”
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- The first book in a set of two, ?TheMeadow? is an epic love story involving four past lives where the lovers fail to bond, leaving them with only one option, to re-unite in the Meadow, a celestial waterhole that exists between lives. …
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- The Night Of Power is better for us than one thousand months of our personal lives in this world. Even if we were to live one thousand months (83.3 years) with sincerity, dedication, and sacrifices and with good intentions and deeds, …
- PAST LIVES AND PARALLEL DIMENSIONS
- Could it be possible that we have not lived past lives at all, but simply lived many lives simultaneously in the here and now?
“The Meadow”
A novel which took two and a half years to write
- Reincarnation – all happening here now
- In general, stories about reincarnation mirrors how we – and content of experience in general – continually dies as what it was and is reborn as something else. In that sense, the process of reincarnation is happening here now, always. …
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- Decisions made by players throughout the game will determine the path of the story, including multiple endings that will rock Star Wars continuity as they know it. Pity that the game isn’t made entirely of ?best moments. …
- blast from the past
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“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.
CLICK ON TO THE ABOVE LINK TO TAKE YOU TO THE MEADOW HOME BLOG PAGE FOR ALL OTHER BLOGS AND ARTICLES REGARDING “THE MEADOW”
Follow my other links
These are from various sites and different people
- 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 again how “The Meadow” has developed.
- Writer,Author,Publishing Club
- Gary Eby’s group in Squidoo.
- TheSpiritGuides.co.uk.collection
- Another place to post your blogs.
- MySpace
- See another showpiece on “The Meadow”.
- The Bookglutton Club
- Join me at this readers’ club.
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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.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.Has this page raised any interest in learning more about “The Meadow”?
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Contact us
We’re easily reached
If you are interested in learning more about “The Meadow”, then you can contact us as follows:-
Address:
No. 8 High Throston,
TS26 0LJ
UK
Elfreda:
No. 22 Oakville,
L6H 2B5, Canada
Telephone: +(0044) 1429 279814
Fax: +(0044) 1429 231255
Email: themeadowblog@gmail.com
Elfreda:
+(0001) 905 815 0734
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The Meadow Home Page and Introduction 
Geisha said,
June 1, 2009 at 10:00 am
Mike…I told you I’m a fan!…lol……You’re both fantastic….I’m drooling to purchase a copy!!! xxxxx
mikeohare said,
June 1, 2009 at 11:29 pm
Many thanks for your interest, Geisha 🙂 xxxx
Dawn said,
July 8, 2009 at 12:08 pm
Oh i just couldn’t resist and had to preview before i go to bed, WOW…. I am hooked and cannot wait to be a proud owner of The Meadow, after reading just the prologue i am sure without a doubt this will someday make it onto the big screen!! Wishing you the best of luck on this amazing tale xox
Liz said,
July 9, 2009 at 3:04 am
Very good site, very good book, willl look out for it in the shops or online. Who is your publisher? Where will you be selling? Good luck for the future. LIZ
LadyBoru said,
July 28, 2009 at 12:51 pm
Wow–I am going through something like this in my real life. I had a boyfriend many many years ago and we were parted and to this day do not know why. We were recently reunited and we have been overwhelmed by this. I am very much into my Celtic background and I know where my Mother’s family came from in Scotland. I just found out that my old boyfriend’s family origins were very close to the borders area of Scotland that my family was from—with in about thirty miles. I was born in the USA and so was my old boyfriend and we have never been to Scotland but there you go. I told him recently that I thought that our story was not ours at all but that of another couple from another time. I feel this and believe this with all my heart. How will our story end this time–I don’t know! I think you were guided to me—I have goose bumps.
You can be sure I want to purchase a copy of your book—-
Thank you
LB
P.S. Nether one of our families had researched family roots past America and it was only recently that I found out about my Clan Scott roots.