Visionary Fiction and the Science of Consciousness, Part 3

Part 3 examines Gary Schwartz’s book Super Synchronicity and the application of parapsychological research to writing visionary fiction. Continue reading

Visionary Fiction and the Science of Consciousness , Part 2

Part 2 looks at the ways scientists like Gary Schwartz apply the scientific method to paranormal phenomena as it is used in Visionary Fiction Continue reading

Visionary Fiction and the Science of Consciousness, Part 1

I get excited when I come across something like Gary Schwartz’s Super Synchronicity: Where Science and Spirit Meet. Such books and operations like the Laboratory for Advances in Consciousness and Health at the U of A allow us visionary authors to write about various preternatural  phenomena with confidence of their veracity even though we have neither the time, resources or perhaps brains to perform the requisite scientific experiments ourselves. Continue reading

Reincarnation as an Element in Visionary Fiction: Part 3

There is sufficient evidence to hypothesize that reincarnation is real—whether one believes in it or not. In other words, once we enter the human zone between the material and spiritual universes, we don’t get to exit without a diploma. It’s either mastery of the human condition or repeat until you get it right. Continue reading

Reincarnation as an Element in Visionary Fiction: Part 2

The stranglehold that Justinian’s Council of Constantinople placed on the concept of reincarnation and the Gnostic approach to truth through personal experience held fast for about a millennium. But there’s an odd thing about truth, especially those dealing with fundamental principles. It is resilient; it keeps coming back until it is recognized as valid. And so it happened with the doctrine of reincarnation. Continue reading

Jessie’s Song Excerpt – Eleni Papanou

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Charcoal smoke surged over me in a thick stream obscuring the stars, along with the events that forced me down onto this cold, hard sidewalk. I stared into the flames streaking out of the second-story window until my senses were hypnotized, and the searing pain from the bullet that pierced my abdomen disappeared. “Stardust” began to play in my radio brain and transmitted the memory of my first meeting with Stella. I was at the Jazz Room with my band-mates, Donnie and Snaps. Most of our conversations were pointless, but I recalled them with startling clarity on this starless night.

The pain from my injury forced me back to reality, a reality I had no desire to return to. As blood surged out of my wound unrestrained, I thought this was it. I’d die alone and without my last dream realized. Just as I had given up hope, it came true.

“Daddy!” My daughter, Jessie, ran over to me wearing the pink pajamas I got her for her ninth birthday. She looked off to the side, hypnotized by the flames.
My sister, Leda, arrived next and knelt beside me. “Hang on little brother. An ambulance is on its way.” She gently assisted Jessie down to her knees.

As I gazed at my daughter’s face, an emotional storm struck me. Is this real? Are you here? I couldn’t trust my own senses. I wanted this moment so badly. It sustained me all the way up to now.

“Why are you bleeding?” she asked.

“I’ll be okay.”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“They’ll fix … Continue reading