Instead of my usual Monday post, I decided to leave this spot to Jan today for introducing her latest book Jagged Feathers. Jan and I have been following each other for quite some time. I became aware of her blog through a friend who reblogged her tarot readings each week. Meanwhile, I don’t want to miss her and her inspirations like meditations, readings, presentations of healing stones, and lots more but also because she is an incredible and lovely person. The more I feel honored to welcome her on my blog today. So grab a cup of tea, hot chocolate, or coffee. I pass the scepter to Jan. Dear sister, my blog is all yours…

Thank you, Erika, for inviting me to your blog site today to talk about my new book, JAGGED FEATHERS! I appreciate your generosity.

Have you ever heard the term, Remote Viewing? When I lived in Colorado in 2012, I took a psychic development class and this was one of the areas we explored. Basically, it is the ability to tune into a distant place and actually see details in your mind’s eye. I can’t say I ever got good at using this technique, but it gave me a basis to create a scene in my book where Nakina used this technique to assist the DEA in finding where Vann was being held captive. Take a look.

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Nakina focused harder. “Sir, we are looking for a gray house with an odd symbol on it somewhere. I see a giant bird, and in his claws, he holds a blue and yellow banner of some sort.”

Bridger communicated with the vehicle behind them, and they split, with the other vehicle turning down a side street.

“This could take a while,” Bridger grumbled.

“Hey, boss. At least we aren’t in Dallas. That would for sure be like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

“I see a gray house up ahead.” Bridger leaned forward. “Are you getting anything stronger, Nakina?”

“No. Nothing.”

They passed the modest gray house and continued up one street and down another.

Nakina stopped looking out the car window and turned inward to her internal window. She clearly saw Vann, tied to a chair, blood running down his face. But he was still alive. That gave her hope. 

Using a remote viewing technique she’d studied a few years ago, she moved outside the room with her mind, into other parts of the house. It looked like a normal suburban home with nothing to make it stand out other than the odd symbol she’d seen.

In her trance-like state, she could still hear Bridger and the other men talking but couldn’t distinguish the words. It was as if they came from a long tunnel. She focused harder. She had to see more.

A sparkling kitchen revealed nothing out of place except three men lounging at the table playing cards.

How many men were in the house? That could be important information.

“There’s a security system,” she blurted out. “And there are several men in the house.”

“I figured as much,” Bridger muttered. “We’ll have to find a way to get in without them spotting us.”

“Sir, there is an alleyway. I see trash cans and a gate, but no camera. The cameras are on the front of the house.”

Silence filled the vehicle. Nakina kept her eyes closed. She channeled all of her strength to let Vann know help was on the way.

She tuned back into him and gasped when a man wearing a white suit, smoking a cigar entered the room. He approached Vann, and with a polished black cane, pushed Vann’s head back.

“There’s a man in a white suit in the room with Vann. He’s angry. I think it’s Montoya.” She wrung her hands. “We’re getting closer.”

Everything after that became a blur.

“There’s a gray house, boss. I see a very small Colombian coat of arms in the window.”

Bridger got on his phone. They circled into the alleyway, and within minutes other law enforcement joined them, blocking the street and the alleyway, leaving no escape route.

“Nakina.” Bridger leaned over the seat. “I need you to stay here. Get down, and don’t get out of the vehicle no matter what happens. We are bringing this bastard down.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she nodded in acknowledgment.

The men left the vehicle, and she flattened herself against the seat, keeping her focus on Vann. Nothing else mattered but him.

Time stood still. She’d not breathe easy until Vann was back at her side.

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Have you ever heard of remote viewing? Edgar Cayce wrote about this technique and strangely enough, there is documentation about the US Military establishing a remote viewing unit to determine if it was something they could use in warfare. I’d love to hear your thoughts on it. 

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Vann Noble did his duty. He served his country and returned a shell of a man, wounded inside and out. With a missing limb and battling PTSD, he seeks healing in an isolated cabin outside a small Texas town with a stray dog that sees beyond his master’s scars. If only the white rune’s magic can bring a happily ever after to a man as broken as Vann.  

On the run from hired killers and struggling to make sense of her unexplained deadly mission, Nakina Bird seeks refuge in Vann’s cabin. She has secrets. Secrets that can get them all killed.

A ticking clock and long odds of living or dying, create jarring risks.

Will these two not only survive, but find an unexpected love along the way? Or, will evil forces win and destroy them both?

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