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It is as if we are the infinite source of ourselves. To say we are asleep or dead to this is the understatement of all time. Hence the strange influence of the unborn to whom we are the seed. When I set out to write novels I had no idea the entire future was trying to get my attention. In time it became obvious that my imaginary characters were real, sometimes entering my life with mind-stunning force of multifarious improbabilities.
I now know that the energy field of imaginative writing is the same energy field which extends to the spacetime limits of the universe and beyond, to the infinite of infinites. Though they play out on a smaller stage of a future time the characters in this story are the gods. When you’ve read it and lived with it for a little or a long time inside you, you might have your own reasons to agree. I’ll shown you some of my reasons and there will be many more in the magical play of this story field.