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I have a fantastic author here today to tell us all about his new book, PHENOMENAL VISION EYESIGHT TO LIFE SIGHT. Rev. Dr. Leonidas A. Johnson gives us insight
First, find out more about the author and his book...
As a book bloggin’ and book luvin’ Princess, I’m always curious to find out how authors got the ideas for their books. Can you tell us how you got the idea to write your book?
When I was in Optometry School in the lobby of the school there was quotation on the wall that stated, “Next to Life itself God’s greatest gift is sight…” the author is stated as being unknown. I spent a lifetime helping people to see, both as a licensed optometrist and an ordained minister and I believe I understand more deeply the nature of this quote. I believe it is profound but incomplete. I learned that next to life itself God’s greatest gift is sight because vision is the window to this mysterious thing called life. I believe vision is the key to understanding life and I want to share this information. I believe it will profoundly change people’s lives by helping view themselves and the world god created more clearly. Consequently, I believe people live a more fulfilling and meaningful life with this new perspective on life. I also believe it will also provide the reader with a good foundation for developing a biblically based decision-making strategy.
Can you give us an excerpt?
“Likewise, if we are in love, sitting in a parked car with the one we love on a nice moonlit night overlooking the ocean or, maybe, the city lights, stars in the night sky, good music on the radio, - “…smoother than a gentle breeze, flowin’ through my mind with ease…” (Isley Brothers -For the Love of You) - our emotions may say do one thing, but our mind may say do another!” P. 54
“Vision is a physical, mental and spiritual phenomena of enlightenment. A general understanding of physical vision and the ability to compare that understanding with mental and spiritual vision is what I have labeled as phenomenal life-sight vision. It involves a process called learning by comparison. Learning by comparison allows one to go from ordinary eyesight to a phenomenal sight of life.” p. 95
If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would that be?
Keep writing. Even though you may not feel you have much to say at this stage in your life that is original or unique, the experience of writing will prepare you for when you do have something important to say and write about. Life has a special way of giving birth and nurture to experiences, perspectives and stories that should be documented, shared, and preserved.
Do you hear from your readers? What do they say?
This is a new book and I have not had the opportunity to hear from my readers yet. People have been very receptive and positive to other books that I have written in the past.
What has been your best accomplishment?
I believe this book is my best accomplishment to date, but I’m still hopeful more is to come (smile). This book takes into account all my other accomplishments so far.
Do you Google yourself?
I don’t Google myself but I do Google my book title. It’s taking a long time for the ebook conversion to go through. It’s been 2 months now. We started in January and now it’s mid-March. I’ve been Goggling the book to see if the electronic conversions have gone through. I believe we are still waiting for the iTunes platform to be finalized. Once that’s done I can have a website built for my book containing the links for purchasing.
How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?
I may consider doing a follow-up book or an updated version of this book.
Fun question – if you were princess or prince, what’s one thing you would do to make your kingdom a better place?
I would wave my magic wand so that the story ends with everybody living happily ever after.
Do you have anything specific that you would like to say to your readers?
Vision is what I know, vision is what I do. There is a lot more to vision than what meets the eye. Let me help you with your life sight! I have the knowledge and experience to help make your life better. I put it all in the book. This book will help you see yourself and the world God created more clearly.
Author: Amy Rivers
Publisher: Compathy Press
Purchase link: www.compathypress.com
About the Book:
A tangled web of deception and duplicity where predators are shielded by respectability and no one is safe
Kate Medina had been working as a forensic psychologist and loving every minute until a violent attack left her shaken to the core. Retreating to her hometown where it's safe, she accepts a job where the prospect of violence is slim to none. As a high school psychologist, Kate tends to the emotional needs of the students. It's not the career she envisioned for herself.
Five years later, a student disappears, leaving the school in crisis and Kate at the helm of another traumatic event. Roman Aguilar, the lead detective, reaches out to Kate for assistance. Kate's position at the school and her training make her an ideal ally, but her complicated relationship with Roman puts them at odds.
When the girl's body is found, changing the focus of the investigation to homicide, Kate finds herself in the middle of a situation she never anticipated. What started as her desire to help puts Kate directly in the crosshairs of an enemy who remains largely in shadows. As her past and present collide, Kate is dragged into the middle of a dangerous game where only one thing is clear-no one can be trusted.
Guinevere: On the Eve of Legend
uinevere stared into the shadows along the edge of the forest. She could hear Cedwyn shifting from foot to foot beside her, unable to stand still. She sighed, the bow of sturdy pine in her hand growing heavier like her heart. Her thirteenth Birth Day was in a few days, but she wasn’t excited. Birth Days were supposed to be fun, but not this year. Not for her, not for a princess.
She frowned as Cedwyn adjusted the leather quiver of arrows on his back again. Sometimes, like today, her patience with the nine-year-old was short.
She stamped her foot on the ground, annoyed at being interrupted. “Cedwyn,” she snapped. “What is so important that you can’t be quiet?”
“I’m hungry, and the bottoms of my trousers are damp. Can’t we go back to the castle?” His voice betrayed his hurt at her tone.
Guinevere knew her anger wasn’t with Cedwyn. It wasn’t his fault. The bottom of her green ankle-length tunic, also damp with the morning dew, was starting to make her ankles itch. Her stomach chose that moment to begin grumbling. It started as a low vibration but grew louder as if it hadn’t been fed in days.
Cedwyn heard it and started giggling. He tried to smother the sound by covering his mouth, but he was too late.
Trying to keep from laughing also, Guinevere shook her head. “How are we ever going to shoot a rabbit with all this noise?” She tousled his blond hair to let him know that she was not serious. “Let’s try for just ten minutes longer. Then if we find nothing, we’ll go back. Is that all right?”
Cedwyn nodded, not wanting to make any further noise.
Her eyes wandered across the blue sky. The English summer sun had barely reached above the far hills when they had first arrived at the forest. Now, it was well on its way in its climb toward the dinner hour, and they hadn’t even had a proper breakfast yet. Cedwyn’s mother was sure to be upset that they had been gone so long.
“Come on,” he whispered. “The only creatures we’ve seen moving have been badgers and Cornish hens. We could of had five bloody hens by now.”
“You better not let your mother hear you use that word. Anyway, I told you, it’s good luck to bag a rabbit on the eve of your thirteenth Birth Day,” Guinevere said.
Cedwyn studied her face, unsure if she was telling the truth or not. Then his blue eyes widened, and he grabbed her arm as she turned to continue hunting. “Wait a minute! You promised to help me bag a rabbit on the eve of my tenth Birth Day. You said that was lucky!”
She turned to him, her balled fists on her slim hips. “You need to listen closer when I talk to you. I explained the difference between boys and girls. Boys have to seek luck on the eve of their tenth and fifteenth Birth Days. Since girls are naturally luckier than boys, they only have to seek luck once, on the eve of their thirteenth Birth Day.”
Cedwyn eyed her suspiciously. “But I thought that the eve was the night before. Your Birth Day isn’t until the day after tomorrow.”
“That’s true, but the eve of something can also be anytime close to the day.”
“Of course I am! Otherwise, what would happen if the day before I didn’t get a rabbit? This way there are more chances to get one. Now, let’s go. I’m sure I saw the grass moving up ahead, and I don’t think it was the wind.” She didn’t mention to him that she needed lots of luck.
Cedwyn obediently followed her, mumbling to himself. “We’re still running out of time.”
They hadn’t gone far when he thought of something else. “Guin’ver?”
She turned, her long brown braid whipping around. “Shh! You will scare the rabbits away!”
“But you also promised to teach me how to hunt with a bow and arrow once you are thirteen.”
“Yes, but if you don’t stop your chatter, I won’t. Do you understand?”
Cedwyn nodded. A slight upturning of his mouth betrayed his satisfaction at her promise.
“Then let’s go.”
He followed, a smile highlighting his chubby cheeks. He then smacked into Guinevere who had abruptly stopped.
A hand clamped down over his mouth followed by an angry “Shh!”
Cedwyn moved quietly up to her side, his nine-year-old frame coming up to her shoulders. When she looked him, her brown eyes sparkled with excitement in the midmorning light. Her lips formed the word “Look.” His blue eyes followed her out-stretched arm.
There, just beneath the pine trees where the wild grasses grew-- movement. He stared at the spot. Then the tall green stalks bent again, betraying the presence of something beneath.
“How can you tell if it’s really a rabbit?” he whispered.
“See how the stalks move forward a bit and then part?”
“Well, the forward movement of the stalks is the rabbit testing out the goodness of the food. And then where the grasses part---that is---when the rabbit stops and starts feeding,” Guinevere said, her pride in her knowledge showing. “Hand me an arrow.” She held out her hand as Cedwyn pulled an arrow from the small leather quiver on his back.
Very carefully, her heart pounding, Guinevere nocked the arrow and steadily drew the bowstring back. Taking a deep breath to steady her arms and calm her heart, she let the arrow loose. She watched the spin of the feathers as the arrow sped to its target like a hawk diving after its prey.
Suddenly a horrendous cry filled the air. Guinevere and Cedwyn jumped into each other’s arms. They crouched on the ground and covered their ears as the shrill cry continued to make their ears ring.
“Wh...what is that?” Cedwyn whispered.
Guinevere shook her head in reply.
And then, a different sound—of something crashing through the grasses and scrub thickets. They inched their way up to peek above the grass. There—crashing and charging around the thickets—the biggest wild boar they’d ever seen.
Cedwyn looked at Guinevere. “Ain’t that your arrow sticking in its side?”
She nodded slowly, in shock that she’d hit anything. For a few moments, they watched as the boar ran first in one direction and then another in what appeared to be a crazed pattern. But Guinevere recognized the pattern: the wounded boar was searching for its hunters .
“Come on,” she said, grabbing his hand. “We have to get out of here now!”
“Why?” Then he had his answer. The boar roared in anger. The ground trembled under their feet as the boar spotted them and barreled straight for them. It had found the culprits responsible for the arrow in its side.
“Run!” Guinevere said, no longer quiet.
Cedwyn needed no further urging. He took off with Guinevere close behind him. The thunderous crashing of the boar through the grasses and scrub brush vibrated through every part of their bodies.
Guinevere chanced a look behind her and realized that the boar was gaining on them. She glanced around. Off to the right was a smaller pine tree that Cedwyn could climb to get up out of danger. He was the slowest, but they were running faster than ever. Guinevere reached for Cedwyn’s shoulder, heard a thud, and her hand found only air. He cried out as he hit the ground. The exposed tree root had claimed its first victim of the day.
She reached down to help him up, but his foot was stuck solid. Seeing the boar grow in size as it got closer, Guinevere’s brain frantically looked for a way to save Cedwyn and herself. If she made enough noise, she could get the boar to follow her into the forest. That would give Cedwyn time to get loose and up the tree.
“I’ll lead the boar away. Get yourself free and then head for that tree.”
Cedwyn looked in the direction Guinevere pointed.
“Get up in it as far as you can go and hang on until I let you know it’s safe to come down. All right?”
Cedwyn nodded, his eyes wide with fear.
“Stay down and be still ‘til you hear from me. Then be quick!”
He nodded again, searching behind them for sight of the boar.
Guinevere jumped and shouted, “Halloo boar! Here I am. Come and get me!” She waved her arms, diverting the boar’s attention to her. Once spotted, she ran. The pounding of its hooves told her the boar was following and, if possible, coming even faster. “Cedwyn! Now!” Guinevere shouted as she dashed for the safety of the trees.
Behind her, the boar charged, pain fueling its rage. Thundering through the grasses and scrub brush, it focused only on reaching the creature responsible for its pain. Behind them, Cedwyn frantically dug and pulled on the root to free his foot.
“Guin’ver! I can’t get loose!”
“You have to! Try harder! Pull harder!”
Cedwyn dug and kicked his foot until he felt it start to loosen. Finally pulling free, he stood up. He could see the boar charging after Guinevere. He ran for the pine tree. Grabbing branches, he pulled himself up until he was too high for the boar to reach.
“I’m in the tree!” he yelled.
Not turning around, Guinevere raised a hand and continued running.
Once in the forest, she slowed to let her eyes adjust to the darkness, and as she waited, the sounds of the boar grew louder. Finally, she could just make out a faint trail. She ran down the path, trying to find some place to hide so that the boar would run past her.
Up ahead was a pine tree with low hanging branches. Using her last bit of speed, she reached the tree and jumped. Her hands grasped a branch; pine needles pricked her skin. She pulled herself up, struggling to breathe, her arms aching from the effort.
Before she could get a good hold, the whole tree shook. Pine needles fell, sticking in her hair and on her clothes. Screaming, she fought to hold on, ignoring the bark cutting into her skin. At least if the boar gets me, I won’t have my thirteenth Birth Day. She didn’t know which would be worse: the boar or turning thirteen.
The boar charged the tree again. Her grip loosened. She screamed louder, suddenly sure that turning thirteen wouldn’t be as bad as facing the angry boar.
“Guin’ver! I’m coming!” Cedwyn’s only answer was another scream from the forest. He loosened his arms and slid down the tree, unmindful of the scratches from the bark.
Guinevere’s right arm flailed above her, blindly searching for a higher branch. Her fingertips brushed the bottom of one sliding through the sap. She stretched up, grasping the branch firmly with one hand. Trying not to think of what would happen if she fell, she let go with her other hand. For just a moment she felt herself slipping down, but her fingers found the branch, and she held on. The boar hit the tree again. It shook hard enough to nearly topple over, and Guinevere screamed once more.
Then she heard another more horrible scream. Its piercing sound traveled up the trunk into her body. Thinking it was Cedwyn, she looked down and saw a rock hit the boar’s side with the arrow. Its angry cry filled the air one last time before the wounded animal ran off deep into the forest.
Guinevere leaned against the rough pine trying to breathe.
“Is it gone? Can you see it?” Cedwyn asked, peeking out from behind a bush.
Guinevere searched the path that the boar had taken. There was no sign of it, and she couldn’t hear it anymore either.
“It’s gone. We’re safe. C’mon out.”
As Cedwyn made his way to her, she climbed down the tree and collasped on the ground, her legs too wobbly to hold her. Both of them were a mess. Guinevere proceeded to brush some of the dirt, pine needles, and small twigs off her clothing. Strands of hair had escaped from her braid, and she tried to tuck them back as she pulled out the pine needles.
Cedwyn plopped beside her, brushing twigs and pine needles off his clothes. Guinevere reached over and rubbed dirt off his cheek. They looked at each other and burst out laughing from relief at still being alive.
“I..thought..we..were...dead!” Cedwyn said between laughs.
“You should have felt that tree shake! I was sure I was the boar’s next meal!” Guinevere paused before adding, “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
“You saved me too. That’s what friends are for.”
“Yes. I’m only glad that we’re still alive to be friends,” she said, squeezing his hand. “Let’s go. We’re really late now, and we don’t even have a rabbit as a peace offering.”
He nodded. “We’re gonna be in trouble.” Then, as if someone had heard them, upon the wind came a faint but clear voice.
“Lady Guinevere! Cedwyn!”
Grabbing hands, the two ran, fearful of what awaited them at the castle.
Suddenly Cedwyn stopped and pulled Guinevere backwards, almost knocking her down. Grinning, he pointed under a bush at the side of the path. Laughter spilled out from her as she saw their trap in the thicket where they had set it earlier that morning. It was no longer empty. Inside crouched their peace offering: a rabbit! They stuffed the rabbit inside the small leather satchel Guinevere carried; their good humor restored until the wind carried that voice again, this time louder and angrier.
“Lady Guinevere! Cedwyn!