Join Dale Mitchell, your run of the mill truck driver. Until one day, he accidentally runs someone over. Now, through a series of strange and unforeseeable circumstances, he has become anything but normal. A story of magic, of a history that never was, and of a man trying to go through the day to day life while managing the affairs of an entire world. Join Dale Mitchell on his journey. Along with the series World Keeper, Keeper's World follows the various tales that take place within the world itself.

The world has changed, the King of the Gods has revealed himself. Now, follow a young demon as he explores the new system that has overcome the world. Will he be able to master it and himself, earning him the chance to live a better life? Or will he become just another lost soul...

Nimue has a special way with animals, especially her pony, Cloud, who always settles with her soft touch. As she rides, she talks to Cloud, to the birds, to the trees, and all the living things. An only child who walks with a limp, riding her pony makes her feel strong when the real world isn't kind to her. Children tease her because she talks to animals and trees and walks differently than them. Her parents scold her for believing in magic and what they deem a fantasy world. This book for young adults follows Nimue as she seeks to unlock the Earth Keeper's Gift and encounters a magical world filled with talking animals, talking plants, and adventure. She seeks a place where she is loved and heard and where she can dream and hope again. In The Earth Keeper's Gift, authors and sisters Tara Langella and Maria Langella Sorgie share a story of one girl's journey of self-discovery.

In The Earth Keeper’s Handbook you’ll find stories, inspiration, and experiential exercises to help you do the inner work to come in to true connection with yourself and your heart, so that you can then do the outer work that this planet so sorely needs. It will show you how you can begin to more fully trust your place in the cosmos, so that you can step in to greater connection and collaboration with other human beings with focus and purpose. This is truly a handbook you’ll come back to again and again along your journey, whether to deepen your own spiritual practice, to navigate the inevitable tension and conflict that will arise in collaboration with others, or to ground back in to unity with the earth. You’ll enjoy how Loren weaves the personal, the spiritual and the intellectual perspectives that she has gleaned from a lifetime of exploring connection to self, others, the earth and the divine.

THIS STORY OFFERS VALUABLE INSIGHTS INTO YOUR PERSONAL PROBLEMS AND OPPORTUNITIES, AND THEIR EFFECT ON YOUR LIFE, HERE AND HEREAFTER. YOU WILL LEARN ABOUT: WHY YOU ARE HERE, WHERE YOU CAME FROM, AND WHERE YOU ARE GOING. THE SOURCE AND REASON FOR YOUR INNATE URGES AND LONGINGS, AND YOUR INTUITION. YOUR FREE WILL AND YOUR PURPOSE IN THE EARTH. THE REASON FOR THE MANY GROSS INEQUITIES, AND THE SICKNESS AND SUFFEREING THAT AFFECT SOULS IN THE EARTH. LIFE AFTER YOU LEAVE EARTH - THE SHADOWLAND, OR PURGATORY, AND YOUR ULTIMATE DESTINATION. THE TRUE PURPOSE OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM. THE HIERARCHY OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM - THE CREATOR, THE LIBERATOR, THE GUARDIANS, AND THE KEEPERS. THE VALUES WHICH EACH ONE OF THE PLANETS IN THE SOLAR SYSTEM OFFERS YOU. THIS STORY IS BASED UPON INFORMATION RECEIVED THROUGH ONE OF THE 20TH CENTURY'S LEADING MYSTICS.

As the author of this novel, I prefer not to provide biographic data, except to disclose that I currently reside in Florida, having moved there in 2004 after working in the financial district of New York City. While still a rail commuter from New Jersey, my daily morning route included taking the PATH train from Hoboken into the basement of the World Trade Center where, especially when the weather was spring-like, I usually would exit the complex through its central plaza and, from there, walk the three blocks to my office. My timing was such that I was usually in the plaza by 8:45 AM in order to be on time for work. Having returned a few days earlier from a tiring vacation, I decided that fateful Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001 to get a few extra winks of sleep and to take the late train to work. As a result, I was about thirty minutes later than usual, and not where I normally would have been at 8:46 AM when the first plane struck the north tower of the World Trade Center. If the events of that day did not change my perspective on life, then the following weeks and months of working in the humbling atmosphere of such a terrible disaster did. Many questions were asked and not answered. Was it by human design alone? Was it because of divine punishment? In any event, in order to mentally escape the reality of an environment in which physical escape was not then possible, I found that when I had a private moment to think (on the subway, the commuter train, on a work break, etc.), I did so with pen in hand. And what emerged at the time were poems that helped me deal with questions of the soul and resolve the remorse I felt which was later replaced with a sense of hope. Although I always had what I thought to be a talent for writing, through which I could express thoughts and feelings in a way I never could do verbally, I had never written anything of consequence before that disastrous day in 2001. And yet, looking back, it seemed that whatever pen I subsequently used in writing those poems, which eventually turned out to be many, must have had a magical connection because the words came only after first picking up the pen. Many times, the words came quickly without my having to think, as if I was simply transcribing what was being dictated. It was the same with this novel. I never planned to write a novel and, most certainly, do not consider myself an author. But one day, a thought came into my head, causing me to pick up a pen and, on a simple notepad, I began to write the first chapter of this book. The characters immediately came into being and, essentially, it is their novel, their story. At times, when the story stagnated, causing me to sit at the computer while my fingers remained still, it was as if the characters had nothing to say; so much so, that if a family member who knew of the writing of this novel would ask me, at the time, how it was coming along, my answer would be that the characters weren’t talking to me. So maybe this isn’t a novel at all. Maybe it all did happen a long while ago, and that through some kind of a time anomaly, the people described herein may have telepathically communicated their story to me so that this world that we live in today could have knowledge of what once had been. I really don’t know – what do you think? J. V. Perrone