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Our story continues!

Excerpt from my new science fiction novel, The First Son.

We continue our story where we left off last week, with the second part of a chapter excerpted from my new science fiction/alternative history novel, The First Son.

As we mentioned last week, many of you will feel a familiarity with the story revealed in this chapter, yet here and throughout the novel, ancient legends and mysteries are seen in a different light, connecting seemingly disconnected fragments of history over a climactic 3100-year period, and introducing the invisible side of things as they might have happened.

We do hope you enjoyed last week’s excerpt and will enjoy this next excerpt as well. You can read the first few chapters right on Amazon, get them as free sample with the Kindle app or buy the book here.  If you love it, we hope you’ll want to gift friends and family with the Kindle version, just released on Amazon in time for Christmas!

Now, let’s continue our story with our five characters witnessing and participating in an epochal unfolding event as Agents of Cosmic Intelligence in Bethlehem…

However, I might choose to let you be born, Perse went on, and share equally with me in everything from this day.

Share insanity with you, brother? Yeshua responded kindly.

The whole multiverse—yes granted, it’s all insane, even me, I get it—but you’re even crazier than the rest of us if you don’t admit it, Perse argued in his best style. Yeshua laughed appreciatively as if this was just a comedy act. However, it did hurt him to know that even The One Self was hurt that Lucifer was going through this hell. This wasn’t fun anymore.

Get thee behind me, Yeshua said. Perse stared at him then laughed ruefully.

What, you can’t say “kiss my ass” like the rest of us? Perse asked and haughtily disappeared.

Mary’s water broke. Layla cleansed her. Joseph sat on the bed and held Mary’s hand. The chickens had settled down in a semicircle watching the humans and seemed to be in a meditative state. A white dove fluttered onto the windowsill above and watched, soon joined by its mate. Within minutes the windowsill was filled with birds of many kinds. The baby lamb and its mother cuddled up at the foot of the bed with a cat, dog and immaculate piglet. There were two horses watching, spouses. The cow also watched.

It seemed as if the gathering twilight outside had rebounded and it were now somehow sunrise, for as the moments quietly passed, listening to Mary’s breathing, it was getting lighter outside. Joseph went outside to see what was going on. Nobody was around. There was a strange light. He looked straight up and saw directly above the brightest star he had ever seen.

Atlantis! Maitreya pathed first, and they all got it.

Wouldn’t miss this for the world, pathed the great ship above, Atlantis by name.

But you were dead, Nastassia said.

Yes, and resurrected, badder than ever, Atlantis said. Great to see you folks again. The Agents and the ship excitedly greeted each other for some time, swapping war stories. To Joseph, who ran inside to report the star, it was a silent night thereafter.

He went into meditation and without moving his eyes he was able to see everything whenever he wanted to focus on the external. He started with his eyes open and drank in the great beauty of the scene. He was already in an exalted state. He had everything he had ever wanted in life. His service to Hillel and now to God was in process of the highest fulfillment. His beautiful and brilliant wife was peaceful, in a state of grace. He himself could see her halo! He had heard of such things but never before had he beheld it with his own eyes. Still his eyeballs did not move to study the phenomenon, for it was not that important somehow.

And these birds and animals, and this young girl Mary, if that was her real name or maybe she meant she was a nun too, all of it was amusing but not important to Joseph. How beautiful they all were, and so caring, and tender. He closed his eyes.

Mary was in a similar state. She need not keep her eyes open to see what was around her, in complete detail as if with her eyes. This had never happened to her before. She felt her first contraction, and Layla and Joseph both sensed it and sprang to hold her, but it had not been so painful.

Many miles away, Elizabeth was in the same phase, and Mary and Elizabeth sensed each other and knew this. They were both aware when Yeshua sent his love and congratulations to the Baptist, and both babies kicked, dancing with joy at the same time.

Yeshua sent greetings to His Father and that’s when Layla first heard the singing. At first it was hard to hear, and indistinct, but as she contemplated it and let it in, it gradually became part of her, as if she were singing, and then as reality merged with other realities superimposed, she found she was singing and somehow knew the words and the melody. Her last verbal thought for a while was that The One Self was now fully in control of her. The difference she had been had vanished.

Yeshua then sent greeting to Hillel and to the other Agents by name, and to Atlantis, and to each Agent on Earth, and he kept radiating these messages to beings both near and far across all of existence. The average heartbeat on Earth stepped up a notch. The Schumann Rhythm became a soliton standing wave in the Earth’s magnetic field. All beings on Earth became more sentient and breathed more deeply of whatever they were breathing. All perceptions for a time were drenched with this suchness to all perceivers.

The contractions were coming more frequently and now Layla was in position at the end of the bed amidst the dog, cat, pig, sheep, and lamb. All necessary implements were at her fingertips. And now the baby was coming!

Cosmic Birth/Sacred Moment in Time, by Mary Southard

Layla felt The One moving within her as her with every movement heartburstingly perfect, the singing ringing from the rafters, her fingers gently on the tiny head of The First Son, in the most important of His births in multiverse history. Tears ran freely down her face in the exultant joy of being thus privileged.

It became clear that they were all within each other’s minds, and that each was fully aware of it, the animals, the Agents, the humans, and The One Self. One could look in any direction and see forever, see all of the creatures ever projected by The One Self, in every action that ever occurred was occurring or will occur. Nothing was hidden from sight, a memory that would be especially hard for the animals to bring back into consciousness, although none would ever forget it. Mary and Joseph saw the full Truth, more than even they had ever imagined—the concept of them each being The One Self having never occurred to them. Now the God they adored and obeyed was their selves.
And now they lifted up the baby and slapped its little tushy, but that was for form, as the baby had joined lustily in the singing, becoming the lead soprano, even before the symbolic slap.

Excerpted from THE FIRST SON, Chapter 24, pp 123–126, ©2018, Bill Harvey
Illustration: Cosmic Birth/Sacred Moment in Time, by Mary Southard / marysouthardart.org/

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Peace, Joy & Love to All. Merry Christmas! 

With appreciation and gratitude,
Bill

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A Holiday Gift to Our Readers

With affection and gratitude for you, our best friends and readers, this post and the next one will be a chapter out of my new science fiction book, The First Son, an alternate view of the great turning points in history over the climactic period from 3100 BC through the Resurrection.

The First Son by Bill Harvey

Many of you will sense a familiarity with the story in this chapter. What’s new is the viewpoint of five characters who are witnessing and participating in the unfolding event as Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, which is also the name of the series of 15 novels I am currently writing.

In this first published book of the series, ancient legends and mysteries are seen in a different light, connecting seemingly disconnected fragments of history, and introducing the invisible side of things as they might have happened.

Without further ado, let me tell you a story…

One night as Mary sat in meditation in her cell in the Temple, an unusual light crept to the barred arched window high above. It drew her attention and as she watched, the light grew brighter and expanded slowly down the walls until the room shone as if a full moon was exactly at the correct angle to illumine the room. Enchanted by this thought, she stood and tried to step into position to see the full moon but it was not there, and then she remembered that she had seen the full moon a week or so ago, so the light could not be coming from the moon.

Mary, a kind voice said in her mind and she was suddenly very alert. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears. Don’t be afraid, Mary, the voice said, for you have found favor in God’s eyes.

The Agents invisibly present were silent out of respect for an Archangel. It was Gabriel, also invisible, and come from far away as messenger of The One.

Mary prostrated herself on the floor, realizing it was an Angel, and sensing other Angels around her. Technically, Agents were of a different order than Angels, but Mary did not know of such distinctions. She spoke aloud, softly. What can I do for God that He sends you to me? Please name it, and I shall obey.”

You shall have a son, who will be The First Son of God, and you shall name him Yeshua Immanuel. He comes to free Israel and all creatures on Earth of the reign of sinfulness, the Angel responded.

“But I am a virgin, and betrothed to Joseph,” Mary said before she could stop herself, and then regretted having said anything that showed doubt.

You will still be a virgin when you marry Joseph, although by that time God will have planted His seed in you.

“You know that I could be stoned to death as an adulteress. Even Joseph who is good, and trusts me, may depart from me.”

You are protected, Mary, I shall speak with Joseph, and no harm will befall you. When you are married and Joseph knows you for the first time, his faith in you will be vindicated forever.

“Then I am the Lord’s handmaiden, to be done with as He wilt.” She felt something overtake her then and had to lie down. A softness gently pressed her from above, and she felt infinite joy and wellbeing, swooning as she felt the first stirrings of a new life within her.

Mary confided to Joseph what had happened the next time he visited her. He believed her but still felt conflicted until Gabriel visited him in a dream and set his mind to rest. Once Mary told Hillel, he advised her to spend the rest of her pregnancy with Mary’s cousin Elizabeth and Elizabeth’s husband Zachariah in a hill town of Judea, in order to avoid trouble as the pregnancy began to show and most people would be cynical. Elizabeth, he told her, had an unusual pregnancy too, given her advanced age. An Angel had also come to Zachariah to inform him that as he and his wife had long prayed, they would have a son, who would be an important servant of God. When Elizabeth welcomed Mary, Elizabeth felt her son jump for joy in her belly. Her son would later become an Essene known as John the Baptist. He had also been Ezekiel. His real name of course was Melchizedek.

Mary returned home in time to give birth in Nazareth, but upon arriving, Joseph told her they would have to set out for Bethlehem to register in the census ordered by Caesar Augustus. Bethlehem was back in Judea, from whence Mary had just come. “Why Bethlehem?” she asked.

“Because I am—and we are—of the house of David,” Joseph said, and Bethlehem was the city of David. Now that they were married, Joseph fully trusted her, having confirmed for himself that she was still a virgin on their wedding night. This miracle affirmed everything he had been taught by Hillel and everything that his intuition had told him was true since his earliest memories.

I suspect the whole census hokum was cooked up to find Him. Templegard/Menachem expressed all of their feelings, except Melchizedek’s, who was only half-awake within the Baptist, in Elizabeth’s womb.

Herod’s magicians sensed it and read it in the omens, Maitreya/Hillel reminded them. All of Herod’s Arya were semi-awake Rebels. Kings decreeing the slaughter of all male sons was a well-established Rebel practice whenever the shamans sensed an enemy being born. It had gone on for millennia on Earth, and much longer across the multiverse. This was old hat to the Agents.

When Mary and Joseph arrived in Bethlehem, Mary was weary and felt her time to be near. Joseph had rehearsed and was ready to tell a guard at the gate why he was ordered to enter and about Mary’s condition, when the guard winked. Joseph was startled and stared as the guard gently led them in, suspiciously not even saying a word of explanation to the other guards and the officer. Nastassia, appearing as a burly young male, led the couple in and although a foreign mercenary who would be expected to be hustling them along all the more cruelly for supposedly knowing Mary’s condition—Joseph somehow had a feeling that he knew—did nothing to hasten their pace, which given the journey was that of a much older couple.

“She’ll be coming soon,” Nastassia observed to Joseph. Joseph looked at him levelly, wondering at the intimacy and if the guard had evil intent.

“We could have found a room, actually. Despite the horde of visitors there are still kin who have space,” Nastassia explained, leading them to an active barn with many animals, many of them chickens trailing chicks, but no other people. Layla was also there but not presently visible. Joseph’s nose crinkled in disgust at the smells of animals where Nastassia now pointed at a very clean and large bed made of hay in a charming corner with outside lighting. There were rose petals on it. Mary petted a baby lamb that had rubbed her calf and looked up adoringly. The chickens ran in all directions with their tail of chicks as the humans and pseudohuman came into the space.

“There are misguided people who want your child to die,” Nastassia whispered in Joseph’s ear, confirming his worst fears. “Don’t panic, we your friends are all around you. You’re always safe in God’s hands.”

Joseph and Mary both profusely thanked the young man, who smiled back and said, “My sister will be here to help with the birth. She’s right outside.”

In the alleyway where nobody could see, Layla appeared in a clean white apron, with towels and pockets stuffed with things, and holding a silver bowl of slightly steamy water. She had a red bandana on her blonde head and a pink scarf, and no shoes. She peeked in and saw the couple waving her to come in, so she did. Nastassia disappeared as soon as “he” stepped out of sight.

Joseph and Layla helped Mary get comfortable on the bed. “What’s your name, sister?” Mary inquired respectfully of the girl even younger than herself.

“I’m a Mary too,” Layla said, and Mary took her meaning that they were both nuns.

“Thank you so much,” Joseph said to the other Mary.

Inside the soon-to-be mother Mary was a confrontation of which she was caused to be unaware, although this was against Perse’s will. Perse had come to intimidate his older brother, or perhaps even tempt him, depending on how it went.

You know I could kill you right now, Perse pathed, and Yeshua merely smiled inside Mary’s womb. Maitreya, Templegard and Nastassia prepared for mental combat, as did Layla, though showing no sign of it.

Excerpted from THE FIRST SON, Chapters 23–24, pp 118–123, ©2018, Bill Harvey

Best to all,

Bill

THE FIRST SON – My Intention and Hope

October 11, 2018

Just as with my nonfiction books MIND MAGIC and YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE, my intent in THE FIRST SON is to free the consciousness of the reader from habitual thinking and feeling. Sharing with you here my hope for the effect that reading my new sci-fi alternate history novel will have on its readers.

The First Son by Bill Harvey

Click the book to read about my first novel.

First of all, I hope the reader will be drawn into the characters and their love for each other. THE FIRST SON is like a family drama in a way. I’ve spent years working to make each of the characters three-dimensional and alive.

Almost as important is the visceral realization of the heroes’ dilemma. If you don’t get the trouble the heroes are in, or don’t care which way it comes out, I haven’t succeeded in really immersing you in the story, in which the whole multiverse is threatened.

At some point in THE FIRST SON story’s unfolding, I hope the reader experiences a shift, recognizing the subtle differences between the traditional historical account and the alternate perspective of the story, and gets the feeling that either way of looking at these events could be true. I am also hoping that the underlying thrill of history itself becomes part of the reading experience. The mystery of history—the fact that we don’t know exactly what really happened, and have always been just trying to piece it together.

A great deal of the action involves beings taking over each other’s minds, which is a metaphor for the way we continually hijack our own minds and feelings. The way psychic agents in the story protect themselves from takeover is the same advice I give in MIND MAGIC, morphed into fiction. I’ve found that one has more ability to discipline one’s own mind and feelings if a lens of defending oneself against an outside adversary is used. Readers will let us know the degree to which the novel has this effect of increasing self-mastery.

The most important cognitive/emotive shift THE FIRST SON hopefully creates is the opening of the reader’s mind to the possibility that science and religion are entirely compatible, and that what we call religion came out of visionaries who had psychic powers that are at the heart of all religious experience, what Freud called “the oceanic experience”. This can manifest as Flow state, being taken over by a benevolent and super-competent higher Self. It can manifest as speaking in tongues, channeling, shaking/quaking, dervishing, the Subud Latihan, oneness, mind reading, precognition, bliss, chills up and down the spine, hair standing on end, crying with happiness, laughing at a suddenly perceived cosmic joke, and other phenomena associated with all religions in one form or another.

In our culture today, these phenomena have been assigned to a sort of   by many people, and are not given much serious attention. By turning our backs on the most important questions in life and in history, we diminish ourselves. The wiser course of action is ours for the taking.

I have high hopes, as you can see.

Most of us would like to make at least a small contribution to making humankind less warlike, greedy, and unkind, and more loving and peaceful. Each day many of you readers are doing your best along these lines. We have to try new ways to achieve these important ends. THE FIRST SON is my current offering to this end. I hope you enjoy the journey.

One experience I know you will enjoy is listening to Paul Harvey’s brief and inspired A Letter From God.

In similar spirit to THE FIRST SON, except where Paul says we can never understand The One Self Inside Us All, and where he says that The One Self never speaks with us individually.

All my best,

Bill

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Abram Meets Melchizedek

Volume 6, Issue 25

Dear Friends,

This post brings us to the end of the novel THE GREAT BEING, the first in the series AGENTS OF COSMIC INTELLIGENCE. I’m writing the script version of The Great Being right now and it’s fun. Would love any feedback about what you’ve been reading in the 96 episodes of The Great Being, since the first episode (September 11, 2014) or wherever you tuned in. Thanks!

The characters in The Great Being reappear in the second novel in the series, THE FIRST SON, which is in editing now. Both books will launch this year initially as e-books, along with a third novel in the series, TRIPLE AGENT, which brings those same characters forward into the mid-21st Century.

The Great Being story arcs from 14 billion BC through around 3000 BC. The First Son takes us from 3000 BC to around 30 AD. There are stories in concept stage, filling in the rest of history from the perspective of Earth as a very special experiment in a universe with One Self playing all roles. If you’d like to be alerted when these books come out, please just click here.

An archive of all chapters of The Great Being will be available here for some time. Classic Bill blog posts will continue on a weekly basis.

Thanks for reading, reflecting, and making good use of whatever you get here.

All my best,
Bill

Part 96, the final chapter of  The Great Being, Read previous episodes.

Abram set out for the desert and his family came along. They trusted him to know which way to go but were very happy when they got to Haran, and they did not want to move again for a while. The One Self told Abram to go on alone, which he did, with Sarai and Lot, whom he thought would never leave him.

But Lot eventually did leave. It was after Abram became embroiled in Egyptian ambitions and captained mercenary armies in their service on many military adventures, all successful, which made Abram richer. This was not for Lot. Sensing that Abram was going to have a lot more military adventures, whereas Lot wanted a peaceful life in a business or farm, Lot went to live in Sodom. Abram went on as The One Self guided him, this time to a place called Salem, where he and Sarai were welcomed as if expected by King Melchizedek.

Abram Meets Melchizedek

They were treated royally and then the King took Abram off alone, up a long hill, almost to the top of the olive tree covered mountain, far from any human habitation — a wild country left to nature, from where they could look back the long way down to the city of Salem. Continue reading

Layers of Intervention

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 24

Part 95 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

The guards threw him so strongly there was nothing to do but roll like a ball down into the flaming pyre, which Abram did. The heat was amazing and he was sure that all the hair on his body burned up immediately. He stood up in the leaping flames but felt nothing.

Abram in the fire

Hold real still a female voice said in his mind, and he obeyed.

This isn’t going to be easy, Layla said to Maitreya, Templegard and Nastassia, arrayed at the cardinal compass points around Abram in their invisible bubble bodies. They held the fire away from Abram with precision telekinetics, by interposing a forcefield that shielded him from the heat, which for the four of them combined was touch and go. They weren’t even sure they were doing the right thing, since miraculous intervention had possibly also been abandoned as a strategy after Atlantis along with military dominance, but they were following their intuitions.

Relax, a motherly voice said to them, and they felt The One Self emanate into them so that their realization of Oneness with The Original Self was almost palpable. They found relaxing natural and felt buoyed up by sublime bliss and effortlessly their telekinetics were upped many quantum levels. The One was doing it all. Continue reading

The Fire This Time

Current Classic Bill postVolume 6, Issue 23

Part 94 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

“What did you say?!” Nimrod demanded. The officer trembled as he fought to contain his panic, knowing that Nimrod often threw messengers of bad tidings into the fire pit.

“Lord, the teenage son of Terah went mad and destroyed gods, including several statues of you. He blamed it on the largest idol of you, and had placed the hammer in its hand.” The officer now had himself under control. He achieved this by accepting that he was about to die by fire.

“Bring Terah and his guilty son to me at once,” Nimrod said, sitting back down on his resplendent throne and emanating his eagerness for violence.

“There is more, Lord,” the officer said bravely, knowing that this would be the worst part.

“What is it?” Nimrod roared.

“The Chief Vizier has admitted that he made a grievous error. He now acknowledges that the guilty boy is actually the one we all thought you killed in this room fifteen years ago,” the officer said with dignity. “He said he now sees it clearly in the stars. Or saw it,” the officer corrected himself, “the Vizier poisoned himself and is dead.” Lucky man, the officer thought, as poison was far preferable to the fire pit.

But the officer remained among the living for that day. Nimrod saved up his vengeance for the pleasure of seeing Terah watch, hear and smell his son burn slowly to death, uncontrollably screaming and begging as his skin crisped, losing all control as they all did.

Nimrod noticed that the child did not even bow as he entered, despite his father’s pleadings. He bade them forward. Terah knew where to stop and his son followed his father’s actions. The teenager’s face lacked all fear, which inwardly scared Nimrod for a fleeting instant, and then he decided that the boy had no idea what was coming, and his pleasure heightened.

“What is your name, boy?” Nimrod asked evenly, but even so his voice boomed out. Continue reading