Emotions Run Deep for Victim of Shame

Victim of Shame delivers its readers a riveting adventure that you just can’t put down! Ryan Campbell is a man on a collision course with a fate which rocked his world.   The story is told from his  journal which makes it all so real. He was no match  to go up against his Karmic Journey. Ryan will encounter so much mysterious bad luck in his lifetime; and one big mistake will turn out deadly. Seems he is a prisoner in a world that is against him. His involvement with women becomes tragic and is the root of his acquired vengeance. He inherits a great distaste for women. Ironically he befriends a woman who turns out to be his spiritual guide and tries to save him by leading him to find redemption. But is he really saved? Mian Moshin Zia is a master at motivating his readers and evoking emotion. He serves up  a powerful spiritual message  throughout the story. There is a startling message at the end that is not to be missed as it will leave an impact on every reader.

Mian’s Site

http://www.mianmohsinzia.com/

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How Strange is This?

Two years ago when I began writing ‘Jonathan’s Locket’ I searched the web for images of young boys from the 1800’s. I did find my Jonathan! There was no artist, or link to the photographer. I decided to use the image and search for proper ownership as my novel got closer to publication.

Well, today I  began my search and was startled at what I found.

The blog below has the image with a story of the boy.

The similarities are clear. He was an orphan, from England, and was named  John.

I now know that this is my  Jonathan and he wants to tell his story.

Please read the blog below:

http://www.cyc-net.org/cyc-online/cycol-1201-story.html

The Case of the Mysterious Missing Earrings

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Shortly before my mother had passed on she had given me most of her jewelry. There were many sets of different earrings.

I was wearing a beautiful pair of Celtic crosses when I was shopping and trying on clothes one day. I didn’t realize I had lost one of them until I got home. Histarical I phoned the store, but to no avail it was not in the lost and found spot. I drove back down there and scoured the dressing rooms but had no luck. I had returned home in tears. I kept that one Celtic cross as I had anticipated it would one day turn up.

Several weeks after that I was wearing a pair of heart shaped rhinestones to work. Somehow I had managed to notice the one was missing. I even had my students on their hands and knees looking all over the room for the one. Once again, I kept the one hoping that one day the other would show up.

A year had passed and neither earring had shown up yet. I still had high hopes and treasured the mates to the lost ones . I figured if they hadn’t shown up by now, I could kiss them goodbye.

My husband and I were on a trip to Florida and I was wearing a pair of gold loops that were also my mothers. One of the loops got lost somewhere in our hotel room. We searched and searched  but again, to no avail. I vowed not to leave for the airport until I had found its mate. My husband  however, had other plans. I think I cried all the way home.

On that flight home I began to now realize something funny was going on with this situation. I couldn’t figure out why this kept on occurring, but I knew there was something more to this.I had believed there was a leprechaun following me around just waiting for another score!

Well, just a few days ago, I had visited my uncle and cousin and had dinner at their house.As I hugged my uncle goodbye I had instantly realized one of my earrings had dropped off. It was  a thin pair of gold hoops that I had bought for myself.  I had looked on the floor where I was standing but could not see it. I  had  really thought it had got stuck in my shirt.

In the car I quickly threw off the shirt, but the earring was missing. It was nowhere, not in my cousin’s house, not in my shirt, nor the car.

No tears this time, only thoughts of how and why .

As I drove home with my husband we had talked about this. A feeling of warmth engulfed me as if I was comforted that I had left a piece of me behind. If my cousin ever does find the mate to my hoops I want him to keep it to remember our special visit.

So, for the explanation of why I kept losing a mate to several of mom’s earrings was one that was explained to me by a dear friend who was a medium and blessed with special gifts.

She had said that because my mother and I were so close, she wanted to retrieve one of each mate as I held the other-kind of a best friend bonding as we each hold one that won’t be complete without the other.

And when we meet again, someday- We’ll wear our earrings as a set- just as we were and always will be.

For You, Mom