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Category:
Literary Fiction
Publisher: www.a-argusbooks.com
ISBN-10: 0982305044
Type: Fiction
ISBN-13: 9780982305041
QUANTUM WOMAN--CELESTIAL MAN explores the issues relating to love, identity and belief, and Kamelia’s electrifying book gathers a range of characters around the concept of a journey with potentially wide-reaching implications. It takes into account a particular understanding of human nature in order to explore the relative complexities of a being, in unbelievable twists and turns. The story plot imagines consciousness as a kind of place, largely based on a view of certain scientific and sociological principles.
Discovering the fourth dimension, third eye and higher awareness through love and sexuality becomes a possibility of every human being.
As the feelings of two main characters grow for each other, Celestial Man takes Quantum Woman to the parallel universes in near future, deep past in Tibet and then into the deep future where she learns the languages, magic, and science of the future. She visits the frozen town Shambala deeply lost in the peoples memories.
The road is painful and difficult but full of challenges and those who believe and disbelieve in the new horizons. The spectacular goal is the lost harmony between male and female on the earth and discovering it with knowledge and love. You will be mesmerized, spell-bound as Quantum Woman seeks to become a partner of Celestial Man and gain her immortality.
Excerpt
“You’ll be mine” was our beginning. In that moment, you had already begun creating our future. You repeated those words to me many times. Did I not believe you? From the depths of my soul, I wished it to be true.
“People are like dragonflies. They live for only one day. If they are fortunate, that day will be sunny. They will think that dappled sunshine and warmth fill the world. But if fortune does not smile upon them during that instant they live, they will never know resplendent, celestial warmth.
It was wonderful while I listened to you. You projected a strange peacefulness into me with those words...but I did not understand you.
“We have our lives before us,” I philosophized, “time will tell all and all that should happen, will happen.”
I dissembled. I, not you, wanted everything to happen now and at once.
“You will be mine."
I felt those words long after our first encounter. Powerful stirrings of excitement touched me deeply, viscerally; I sought reason and meaning in the emotions that were quickening within me. There was strength in them, a strength that I did not recognize and had never felt before. How nearly right I was about that! Everything that had “happened” to me had been mere feeling and, in spite of all my logical analyses, remained a secret. It had always been thus for me, in any event. Nevertheless, we have always known that comprehending emotion is completely different from comprehending the instinct that awakens it within us. That requires time.
I loved you. It seemed as if I had always loved you. I sought after it throughout my dragonfly’s life. You, you wanted me to love you and to know that I love you.
However, childish coquetry entangled my young soul, reinforced by my powerful recalcitrance towards everything and everyone near me. I even thought that I had a special gift for caprice, lending to my recalcitrance a quality that it did not merit. Thus, I distanced myself from myself and from all I should have acknowledged about myself. You acknowledged extraordinarily well. “I love you”-- and again that force you so flawlessly wielded. You excavated me, gradually digging deeper and deeper. You left yourself no outlets, nothing that would have protected you from the unforeseeable, from pain and injury. I thought you were lying to me, trifling with me. I did not believe such complete surrender possible. I simply believed that behind your actions lay some other motive that would protect your personality and identity. Quite the contrary, all that you did should have been fatal to you. I did not know your reasons, or all that you did to be yourself. Everything seemed like a game.
Do you understand me? It was alarming for me to accept you so quickly and so honestly.
Perhaps now, if that is at all possible, perhaps I am less regretful. I think that the path will be easier.
It had to be that way.
“Nine levels exist in me. The two of us communicate on two levels. We touch only on the first two levels. I would like you to know me completely, but that is difficult and very frightening... only with you can I be Vekoi.
“That’s not true,” I philosophized, “if communication and belonging are present between us, then we already communicate on all nine levels. The only difference is that we are aware of communicating on the first two levels, and on the other levels our relationship goes on unconsciously.
I feel a strange aversion towards you and I don’t know why?”
You knew then exactly what it was. Compared to you, I was an ordinary simpleton full of aversion to the unknown. I knew about communication. I had read about the goals of communication among people. I was interested in psychology. I had always asserted that there is something that conditions people to be the way they are and to build relations the way the do. Nevertheless, I thought that process took place unconsciously. I had never heard of the nine levels. I only knew the feeling of general avoidance, fear and aversion I felt towards you. Those feelings drove me to neglect myself and assail my surroundings.
“That is fear” you would tell me a year later, “fear that you have converted into aversion. That is how you go through life. The aversion is what protects you from hurt.
“I am looking for a partner in shared consciousness.”
“And I thought you were looking for a lover, a friend... a woman who would be a constant partner at your side.” I looked for the answer meandering among familiar things, but of shared consciousness, of that I knew nothing, nor did it cause me to reflect.
“That is our future," you told me.
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