Deep in the hills of Appalchia a 2 year old child dies on Christmas Eve. Written in Applachia style, the story unfolds in Kentucky. Read about the death of a child, and how the child broke the bonds of death after laying in limbo for 60 years and then, rising from the tomb only to fall in love with a 5 year old mortal and become earth bound for 200 years. Read what they both encounter in the not so sweet hear after... 'Whisper on the Wind' is a stark reality of provety in the south. I grew up in it. This book can be ordered online at Borders bookstores and New World Publishing. A signed copy can be ordered from me by sending a check or money order in the amount of $20 to my address in Ohio. Judy C Meeker Author
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A few small samples of 'Whisper on the Wind'
The good Lord who is a just God but also a killing God strikes a giant hammer against His desk from the highest Court in Heaven, and judgement day begins with no attorneys to interfere... Oh happy day! The sound is like unto thunder.
Now you all out there in bookland need to pause a moment to ponder whenever you hear the rolling thunder.
Poor little Dudy and the bad bird stand together before a Grand Jury of saints. The child nervousley pulls her lip down over her little fanged teeth in her efforts to make her wee hateful face appear innocent, but of course it does no good.
On the other hand the bad bird 'Jalollybad' stands on her feet like a full grown woman and glares at the jury through mean jealous eyes. The box of self righteous saints glare right back while the bird proceeds to sharpen the tip of it's beak into a needle like weapon by striking it against the chicken wire that Redwing had wrapped around her cage as a caution...
Nell watches her life unfold across the screen like a movie picture play and secretly wishes for popcorn, but after the ghost child has been remembered and acknowledged as her childhood playemate, the Lord orders Gabriel to turn it off.
'Nell, you and Dudy have both failed to bring back the only thing that you had worth keeping- love. Dudy brought that old bird with her and tried to pass it off, but you have brought your self righteousness which is far more sinful than a wicked bird. You can never be flames of fire and minister to a sick and dying world if you don't have pure love. Oh, I know how much Dudy cared for that old bird, but it was with a selfish emotional feeling that mortals tend to call love. You must both return to Poke Hollow where your first love lays dreaming- it is only when you return back to me with pure love in your heart that I can say well done. After your mission is accomplished you will see the big picture.'
Of course Nell wants to see it now but is denied.
'If I showed all the spirits their missions beforehand they would never obey me, and not one mission would be accomplished- all the universes would go haywire if that was to happen- as they rotate around missions...'
'What's in it for me?' 'Nell boldly asks.'
The lord tries to pour Revelation into her, explaining that she would be able to go forth and call light out of darkness throughtout the far reaches of space and of time and call forth life in her very own image through spirtual speech.
'You shall have a playhouse such as you have never dreamed!' 'He explains as an after thought.'
But the child fails to understand and He has to explain Himself in terms of what the Church system had taught her.
'You just may want this, He speaks and from out of no where appears a little ringed crown!
Nell eagerly reaches for it, but it vanishes back into thin air from where it came.
'Believe me Nell, I will give you what you want in due time but you must choose wisely. The church system is a greedy woman that would rather have silver and gold than to have the blood of my life flowing through their veins. I am sure you've heard of boot-leg religion.'
Nell nods her head yes. She rememberes hearing preachers advertise it on TV.
The lord says, Nell honey, they have twisted my truth into a pack of bald face lies just to prostitute the gospel to them that would be so foolish as to believe that they can buy their way into The Kingdom of Heaven. The earth is running over with glorified pimps as it was in the days of my Son whom they sold for thirty pieces of silver. Man mad religion is like into old bags of garbage that time cannot decay. They have a church on every corner and not one of them in agreement. One church can be singing, 'Will I Get Any Stars in my Crown' and and the one across the street will hear it and commence singing, 'No Not One!'
Judy C. Meeker
I will not say my work is good for all people but most people can relate to this novel. Online at Barnes & Nobles You can read the reviews from people who have read my book. There are 6 five star reviews. My writing has been compared to that of the late Jesse Struart and Erskine Caldwell.