Earth Sentinels: The Storm Creators
by Shaman Elizabeth Herrera
Visionary Fiction, 270 pages, ISBN-13: 978-0990349204, Published May 18, 2014
Visionary Fiction, 270 pages, ISBN-13: 978-0990349204, Published May 18, 2014
book description
A fallen angel somberly observes the world being destroyed by
mankind’s greed, corruption and indifference. Realizing drastic measures are
needed, he begins searching the globe for people who might join his quest to
save the planet.
He finds 17-year-old Zachary, whose family’s organic farm is
being ruined by fracking; Haruto, living in Fukushima, Japan, where the
nuclear meltdown is raging out of control; Mahakanta, a cotton farmer in India,
who used GMO seeds with devastating results; the Amazonian tribe members,
Conchita and her father, Pahtia, fighting against intruders illegally tearing
down their rainforest; and the Bear Claw First Nation Tribe who are
dealing with an unstoppable oil spill that is ruining their traditional hunting
grounds.
Using supernatural powers, the Earth Sentinels grab the
world’s attention, but as the events unfold and countries retaliate, the
characters are forced to question their motives and listen to their hearts.
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How distracted did I get?
Earth Sentinels: The Storm Creators is an interesting spiritual story. The book is different than most I usually read. It's thought provoking, educational and entertaining all at the same time. At first I was confused with all the pov's but they are brought together as the story continues. The characters time in the spiritual world is fascinating and I love all the interactions as it happens individually and as a group.The author led us through exciting and riveting journey right the very end! I loved the extra touch of romance at the end too!
I give Earth Sentinels…
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Haruto’s
Choice
Haruto
was meditating in the garden. A breeze carried the sweet scent of yellow roses
in full bloom.
The
Voice whispered to her, “Haruto, who have you been listening to?”
“What
do you mean?” she asked, perplexed.
“The
lightning strikes…the dead men,” the Voice stated. “These were not loving
acts.”
“I
had to do something!” she responded indignantly.
She
bitterly ruminated that the government did not fully comprehend the damage
caused by the ongoing Fukushima disaster. Right after the meltdown first
occurred, the politicians proposed building a new nuclear plant, relinquishing
the idea only after massive protests by the Japanese people. Rebuild? Had they
learned nothing from history? She recalled the United States dropping atomic
bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War II. Nine years later, the US
accidentally radiated a Japanese fishing boat while testing a hydrogen bomb in
the Pacific. The fishermen returned to shore, developed acute radiation
sickness and sold their contaminated fish. In an effort to mend fences,
President Eisenhower compensated the fishermen, then built the nuclear reactor
in Fukushima. The president dubbed the gift, “Atoms for Peace.”
She
wondered, What could possibly be going through their minds? What draws Japan to
nuclear catastrophes like a moth to a flame? What karmic lessons are they
doomed to repeat, over and over again, until they learn from their mistakes?
“Still
examining the darkness, Little One?” the Voice asked.
“No!
I’m done. We will fix this problem and put an end to this stupidity!” Haruto
declared.
“Ask
yourself if what you are doing is loving.”
“It’s
loving to the planet,” she countered.
The
Voice suggested, “Why don’t we visit the shoreline near the nuclear plant?”
Haruto
agreed. Instantly, her spirit floated over the beach viewing the bloated whale,
shark, dolphin and fish carcasses. The stench was overpowering. She gagged,
desperate to get away, but then noticed spiritual essences rising out of the
marine mammals and fish, swimming happily in the air around her. Haruto’s long,
black hair streamed in an invisible current and her clothes billowed as if she
were under water. The playful dolphin spirits frolicked through the mystical
sea while sharks circled above the slow-moving, gigantic whales. Fish darted in
schools around her. Haruto embraced the love and unity among their souls,
feeling her heart soar until she glimpsed the nuclear plant. The sight caused
her joy to screech to a halt.
Haruto
beheld the spirits swimming around her, then studied the nuclear plant again.
She became enraged watching the steam rise off the boiling sea while workers in
bio-hazard suits moved about the facilities. “It’s not right! They can’t do
this!” she yelled clenching her fists.
The
spirits faded away. Haruto found herself once again sitting in the garden. She
immediately regretted letting her emotions take over, shouting, “I chose
wrongly!” The Voice spoke to her, but Haruto couldn’t hear It, her mind was
filled with too much anger and regret. She felt utterly alone until she
remembered the spirit guides who might be able to help her.
Breathing
deeply, she closed her eyes, letting her spirit roam free. Clouds rolled in.
The dragon appeared, examining her with his golden eyes.
“Ah,
I see you have returned. Very well, follow me.” The dragon led the way, guiding
her to the samurai soldiers, crone and priestess sitting around the fire pit.
All
the spirits, except for the crone, stood to bow, pleased to see the Miko again.
Haruto returned the bow.
The
crone heckled, “Back again, heh?”
The
priestess motioned for Haruto to join them by the fire. “Tell us what is on
your mind.”
Haruto
confided, “I’m frustrated. I do not understand why my desire to heal a disaster
is having such a negative response.”
“There’s
nothing wrong with trying to help. It’s how and why you do it that matters.
Learn how to love the spirit behind these events and the events will respond to
your love, transforming themselves.”
“Let
me ask you this, ‘How can the nuclear disaster be fixed?’”
The
priestess smiled. “That is easy. Forgive it. Through forgiveness, you reinforce
our oneness, our perfection, and refuse to be deceived by outward appearances.”
Haruto
felt her resistance to this advice welling up. How she wished she could let her
anger go.
“Remember,
you are never angry for the reason you think you are…” the priestess said as
her voice faded away.
Everything
went black. Haruto opened her eyes. The sun was setting. The garden walls cast
long shadows across the ground. It was growing cold. She followed the path back
to the temple. A wooden dragon head that hung from the roof stared as she
passed below.
Shaman Elizabeth Herrera is a healer,
poet, activist and author who writes life-changing books. Her stories encourage
people to stretch outside their comfort zones and reexamine their own
beliefs.
Elizabeth was raised in a Christian
home, but lost her faith in her early twenties. For over a decade, she searched
for something to fill the void, eventually discovering Native American
spirituality (shamanism). Through this spiritual practice, she unexpectedly
became a catalyst for healing and miracles. These events led her back to a
belief in a higher power.
Her great-grandfather was a
full-blooded Apache, who raised her father. She was fortunate to know her
great-grandfather. He smuggled sugar and flour from Mexico into Texas,
exchanged gunfire with Texas Rangers and crossed paths with Pancho
Villa.
She is the author of Shaman
Stone Soup, Dreams of Dying and Earth Sentinels.
Born and raised in Michigan, she now lives in North Carolina with her family.
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