I truly hope my books will resonate with you as a familiar lover who will arrange to fit your world so perfectly.
Open the first page and a spark inside of you will ignite, then be willing to delve deeper and have the words fan your internal fire.
Transcendence and wisdom, laughter and adventure will always be waiting.
The Master, The Lover, and Me.
(Nominated in New York for a Literary Award.)
This gripping story will change your life, as Denise skilfully takes you into the realm of the Mysterious Masters residing in the Rocky Mountains.
Enlightening and magical, heart wrenching at times and humorous, she comes face to face with death, awakens with a stranger, and enters into a divine romance with an Adept of unbelievable love. This is a soul-enriching account, woven into an adult fable based on truth, of how the opportunity to step into an unbelievable life was made available, and is still available to you.
CHAPTER 1 (excerpt) Your current safe boundaries were once unknown frontiers.
I had no idea that within 24 hours I would be struggling for life, surrendering to death, and rising with a stranger, and all because of the letter. Looking back, it’s easy to see the series of supposedly random events which brought me to that first 24 hours. Though it was also very clear the events I experienced were all part of a grand design that even the craziest of minds would have found difficulty dreaming up.
So this may sound crazy, but then again, reality often is – especially in a life such as mine. But this is a story of a journey, my journey, and this is my personal invitation for you to join me. You’ll need an open mind and if you happen to find this a challenge, just trust me, as sometimes I felt the same way. By the time you’ve finished reading, you’ll have your own opinions for sure.
The Master, The Raven, and The Ageless Teapot.
“WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THE MASTERS HAD SUCH A SENSE OF HUMOUR.”
(Denise continues her story into the Sacred Isles) It is said that anyone who directs strong thoughts to Adepts/Masters is forging an inevitable link with them. And if one dares to go to the extent of writing an actual letter, and “rushing in where angels fear to tread” – well – that kind of persistence cannot be ignored.
CHAPTER 1 (excerpt)
This was not the first time I had used my mind to bring him to me, well a mental makeup of him. … Words were not part of this game I played, for he was able to seduce my mind as well as my heart with just an intimation of love. This night, in the lowlight of my room, visions danced before my closed eyes like silent movies, and memories were rekindled, ah memories. Then gently, oh so gently, he touched me, and I, I was happy to sit in this reverie if only for a little while. My limited body let go and the real me soared, then I reached out with my arms in an attempt to catch hold of him to pull him closer, but I failed, I failed, and again I failed. I remembered nothing more till morning.