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She closes her eyes and begins by softly whispering to herself: “The realm of consciousness is common to all beings throughout the universe, “The light of the body is the eye—let my eye be single, let it be full of light.” Zara stills her mind, transcends to a state of heightened consciousness—visualizes herself as meditating but as an invisible spirit body that covers all of the forest. From the top of her head, a vision of a beam of white light shooting skywards. An irrelevant thought distracts her meditation. The moment goes awry. No, no thoughts, must have no mind, believe in the method. Time stands still, what seems like minutes has been over an hour, then without any prompting her eyes open as if awakening from a dream state. #zarahansonthemysteryofthepaintedsymbol #ufo #reading #epic #indieauthor #scifi #scififantasy #fantasybooks #fantasyauthor #bookworm #booknerd #fantasyreaders #bookaddict #bookstagram #mustread #amreading #amwriting #epicfantasy #authors #ebookreader #bookster #epicfantasybooks #epicfantasy #epicfantasynovels #lovereadingbooks❤️📚 #booksbooksbooks📚 #allauthor #bookclub

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“Okay,” she exhales, closes her eyes and dissolves her mind to a state of emptiness. Inside her head, an instinct, a compulsion triggers her next action. “I’m ready…” Zara slowly reaches forward, touches the Tetragrammaton with her index and middle finger, nothing at first, then an odd sensation, a feeling of divine power and knowledge. “It’s beautiful,” a surge of information overwhelms her senses—she turns her palms face up, as she does they turn transparent to reveal the constellations, “I am that which is not, born from the imperishable stars.” With that said her skin transforms a dark blue, filled with a star-blue sky, photons of rainbow-light encircle her body; she stops dead, lifeless, in a suspended state of animation. Just then she finds herself above, looking down at the pyramid, at herself, the entire universe all stopped dead in single frozen moment of time. And then it is all gone, she awakes in another place, another time-line. Ancient Egypt. The Pyramids of Giza. From the heavens, a diamond-shaped vessel descends, it stops aside the great pyramid. From out of the interstellar craft levitates the princess Nut—Goddess of the Stars and Sky. Fully clad in a magnificent space-suit, star-wings unwrap around her body opening wide, her dark-blue skin fills with diamonds of light, iridescent like the stars. As she soars the sky, her long locks of jet-black hair sway unaided as if alive, her body appears almost invisible against the star-lit sky except for the shimmer of golden wrist, ankle and neck bracelets. Gliding effortlessly toward the pyramid, landing on a small ledge, her star-wings close behind her—in front of her the Tetragrammaton. #zarahansonthemysteryofthepaintedsymbol #epic #fantasybooks #scififantasy #coolbooks #adventure #bookclub #bookclubsofinstagram #reading #bookworm #booknerd #fantasyreaders #bookaddict #booklover #bookstagram #mustread #epicfantasybooks #ebookreader #ebooklover #bookstackchallenge #allauthor #aliens👽 #booksbooksbooks📚 #lovereadingbooks❤️📚📖

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“The defence shall cross-examine Zara Hanson,” he beckons her forward. “Would you tell the court how long we have known each other?” “Well…” taken aback, she ponders how best to answer, “you could say days, but then again you could say several lifetimes. It feels like I’ve known you my whole life.” “And in this time, would you say you trust my judgement?” Unsure where this is going, she gives a terse reply. “I’ve no reason not to.” “I ask that you trust my defence and do not draw any forgone conclusions.” “Okay?” Zara nods, her brow knits together with a look of curiosity. What’s he up to? “Zara Hanson, what is love?” “Well, you won’t find it anywhere near these jelly-beans,” she looks at the Elb. “Please, tell us what love is—not that which it is not.” “What is love?” Zara raises an eyebrow and smiles, “It is something indescribable, to categorise it would do its power a disservice.” “And yet categorise it we must.” Ansebe’s skin changes its tone, pigments diversify a hypnotic effect, influencing her emotions, “Please—what is love?” #zarahansonthemysteryofthepaintedsymbol #mustreadbooks #epic #allauthor #love #justice #bookclubs #scifi #scififantasy #fantasybooks #philosophy #fantasyauthor #bookworm #booknerd #fantasyreaders #bookaddict #bookstagram #mustread #philosophicalthoughts #coolbook #ebookreader #bookster #epicfantasybooks #epicfantasy #epicfantasynovels #ufo #booksbooksbooks #bookclubbook #lovereadingbooks❤️📚 #lovepoetry❤️

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‘Master Wang is a strange fellow. He’s full of riddles. I have no idea why I’m his only student. I like Meizhen though, we did some watercolor painting today. I miss you Dad.’ Zara reads her diary entry, and as she does a memory plays out in her mind, in the Wang family courtyard in Beijing… Meizhen demonstrates the technique, her slender but steady hands painting the tree before them, when she stops dead in her tracks gazing at two birds in the tree. “Look Zara, look at those two birds, see how one hops from branch to branch tasting the fruits. Tell me, what do you see?” “Birds, I see two birds.” “Good, but the bird on the highest branch, see how it simply observes the other bird flittering to and fro. It just watches.” Meizhen breathes in deeply and smiles, her eyes widen, “See that! The lower bird just stopped in its tracks to take a look at the higher bird watching; as if it had seen a mirror image of itself. Tell me, if one of those birds was dreaming it was the other, which one would it be?” “I think it’s the higher bird dreaming the life of the lower bird—” Zara pauses for thought— “Meizhen, does the Universe dream up the life of the higher bird?” Meizhen smiles at Zara, giving her an affectionate hug, “The Universe as we know it, is as we are—think of it like a never-ending painting.” “So, the Universe paints itself?” “I suppose it does, Zara. I suppose it does.” #zarahansonthemysteryofthepaintedsymbol #mustreadbooks #epic #allauthor #booksbooksbooks📚 #bookclubsofinstagram #scifi #scififantasy #fantasybooks #philosophy #fantasyauthor #bookworm #booknerd #fantasyreaders #bookaddict #bookstagram #mustread #philosophicalthoughts #authors #coolbook #ebookreader #bookster #epicfantasybooks #epicfantasy #epicfantasynovels #ufo #booksbooksbooks #bookstackchallenge #lovereadingbooks❤️📚 #lovepoetry❤️

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An insignificant exo-planet, a water world, orbits a star in the constellation of Lyra. Night-sky stars shine bright over the oceanic depths, reflecting upon the surface of the abyss; still waters mirror a shooting star, a starburst high in the atmosphere but it does not fade. As if sent from the heavens by the very Gods themselves, it descends with such a speed, leaving a shard of light in its wake. Impervious to inertia, it hangs a hairpin turn traversing the surface with phenomenal speed. The plasma orb skims over the hydrosphere, a right-angle turn followed by an abrupt stop above a herd of giant reptilian squid, sheltering from icy currents amidst an aquatic forest of kelp leaves. At rest the orb uncloaks, plasma dissipates as astrionic metalloids morph orb into an autonomous probe. The probe fleets back and forth, scanning the marine life forms, then off it jets, but something odd it processes, reversing back it approaches a mother with a calf. Observing the calf’s tentacles’ adhesive touch as they delicately re-arrange several luminous molluscs into a pattern on its mother’s back, all the while the calf’s eyes gazing skywards at a group of stars. At first the probe approaches for a closer look, spinning on its axis to deploy an array of lasers to survey the heavens, mapping the constellations from the calf’s viewpoint. Next, the probe projects holograms of star locations, a sequence of animations run, a match found, rotated, resized, and the pin point star locations are superimposed over the molluscs. An exact match. The probe’s cognitive processes make complex decisions, as if competing in a strategic game, it transmits the message: SYMBOLS FOUND… DAWN OF INTELLIGENCE #zarahansonthemysteryofthepaintedsymbol #ufo #reading #booksbooksbooks📚 #scififantasy #magic #fantasynovel #philosophy #fantasyauthor #bookworm #fantasyreaders #bookaddict #mustread #amreading #amwriting #authors #ebookreader #bookster #bookstagram #fantasybooks #epicfantasybooks #epicfantasy #epicfantasynovels #booklover #booknerd #bookstackchallenge #bookstackersbookclub #bookclubs #epicscififantasy #lovereadingbooks❤️📚 ️

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