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In The Realm of All Possibilities takes place in the U.S. and Israel. It couldn't be more apropos to what is happening in the world today. Two lovers, Hannah, an American, and Etan, an Israeli MOSSAD agent, re-unite after many years and become engulfed in an intrigue surrounding a supernatural object of enormous power. Can a small group of adventurers deliver its message to the world in time to save it?"This author is a fabulous storyteller with a great talent for world building The novel is a real adventure and incredibly captivating." Writer's Digest, 22nd Self-Published Book Awards

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Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)

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Romance

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Publié par	First Edition Design Publishing
Date de parution	15 décembre 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781622875931
Langue	English

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In the Realm of All Possibilities
Harriet Effron

First Edition Design Publishing
In The Realm Of
All Possibilities

Sequel to
The Object of Love

First Edition Design Publishing
In the Realm of All Possibilities
Copyright ©2014 Harriet Effron

ISBN 978-1622-875-81-8 PRINT
ISBN 978-1622-875-93-1 EBOOK

LCCN 2014947764

November 2014

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com

ALL R I G H T S R E S E R V E D. No p a r t o f t h i s b oo k pub li ca t i o n m a y b e r e p r o du ce d, s t o r e d i n a r e t r i e v a l s y s t e m , o r t r a n s mit t e d i n a ny f o r m o r by a ny m e a ns ─ e l e c t r o n i c , m e c h a n i c a l , p h o t o - c o p y , r ec o r d i n g, or a ny o t h e r ─ e x ce pt b r i e f qu ot a t i o n i n r e v i e w s , w i t h o ut t h e p r i o r p e r mi ss i on o f t h e a u t h o r or publisher .
For Ger,
He was greatly loved and capable of great loving.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I’d like to express my gratitude and appreciation to all my teachers and mentors who have guided me throughout this long process:

Jon Rappoport: My editor and writing guide who helped put me back in touch with my imagination, creativity and my artistry. He is an amazing teacher. I could never have achieved this book without his guidance and support.

Virginia Sandlin: My teacher and friend and the most amazing woman I have ever met. She has been my guiding light for many years.

Susan Jacob: My dear, kind, loving friend, spiritual teacher and guru who added a whole new dimension of spirituality to my life.

Vesna Stankovic: What can I say? She is so very special. I thank her for reading and reviewing the text as well as for so much else.

Then there is my family: I thank my husband for his support; my sons, Philip for his technical and computer prowess and expertise; Alan for his loving support and encouragement; and my son-in-law Dick, for his willingness to help whenever I asked.

And, of course, there are my friends and helpmates, all who have supported and encouraged me in so many ways: Suzanne Diffine; Elena DiDionisio; Dominique Posk; Dr. Juanita Brown; Sandy Burke; Helene Leff; Gary McCabe; Terri Pawli and so many others.
In The Realm Of
All Possibilities
By
Harriet Effron
The Message
HANNAH

My health, personal issues and fears become a giant, thick black wall before me. My face is right up against it. I’m stuck there. Suddenly my nose becomes a woodpecker’s beak and I turn into one, my beak continuing to peck away at the wall. To no avail; I can’t make a dent in it. I fly away from the wall and in doing so turn into the Norse Goddess, Brunnhilde. I face the wall and begin throwing my lightning spears. It looks like Armageddon, straight out of a scene from Wagner’s Ring. The wall does not even begin to budge. I suddenly realize that no amount of force will have any effect on bringing down this structure. I then remember a painting I recently saw in a museum exhibition; it is a small early Jackson Pollock. I was particularly attracted to it for some reason. I begin to throw paint at the wall: red, yellow, green, thick globs of color. They begin to form a design and suddenly I notice that the black of the wall is bleeding into the picture and is becoming a beautiful part of it. It is looking more and more like that Jackson Pollock. I note that the wall is crumbling. I begin to see a glimpse of what is on the other side: lush fields of green and color, lots of color. And, especially, clear, fresh, breathable air.

I wake shaking and sit up startled. Is this a metaphor for my own healing, and by extension, the healing of the planet’s woes? Are sacred art, the artists, the creators, our new age warriors, and are they the key to humanity’s redemption? Yes, oh yes, it feels so right. For the moment, everything is made transparent.
I pull myself up from my bed, slog into the bathroom, and splash water on my face. Slowly the reality of my real world creeps into focus and everything is no longer so crystalline. I am again facing that wall of problems.
The phone rings and it is Etan.
“Darling, how are you doing?” I say. “I just had the strangest dream. I so miss you not being here with me, if only to talk to you about things like this. I just miss you not being here with me, period.”
“I know, I know, honey; I feel the same way. But, be patient, it will come. I promise. There is a new wrinkle: the Director of the Mossad is retiring and, since he knows more than I do about everything, if they let him retire, I’m hoping now they’ll do the same for me. It seems reasonable. Let’s keep our fingers crossed. Are you okay? What’s happening? What was your dream about?”
“It was fascinating. Basically, it was about how art and the artist can change the world. But we can talk more about it later. Can I come back to Israel now, or can you come here? Is it safe?”
“Let’s wait a little longer. I’d like to have my retirement application approved first and then maybe I’ll come to the states for a while until we decide where to go next. Let’s talk later. I just wanted to tell you about the retirement. Hang in there a little while longer. I love you.”
“Love you too, baby. Bye.”

I’ve been thinking about the Orb lately. It is a remarkable object, this Orb. I was introduced to it on a visit to Israel last year. The circumstances around that visit involved my going with Etan to a MOSSAD compound deep into the Jacobean Desert. The details of how I got there and what happened as a result border on the bizarre. It would take a book to describe all the details. What I will say for now is that the Orb is a small metallic object with formidable powers. Any person in the vicinity of its energy field undergoes profound psychic alterations. In one way or another, he/she is forever changed.
Was this Orb responsible for my dream? I wonder. Its energy certainly has continued to affect me. It never did tell me what it was or where its energy came from. Was it an A.I. (Artificial Intelligence), generated by an extraterrestrial civilization, certainly far more advanced than ours? Perhaps it is a meteorite or cosmic artifact such as the monolith, with its supernatural powers as depicted in the movie, “2001.” Perhaps it is a holographic space ship; perhaps something else. However, in the course of thinking about it, it occurs to me that perhaps it is an entity reflecting my own energy and unrecognized powers. Could that be? Could I have unrecognized and unrealized powers? I keep thinking and meditating on this possibility and am coming around to believing that this may be so. Me, powerful? Why not? Is it not true that God or Universal Energy or Source exists in every cell of our bodies? If that is the case, what manifestation is not possible? Nothing. I was once told by a psychic that in a past life, I was terribly injured, became bitter, and, as a result, lost all my formidable powers. Maybe the Orb has appeared to me as an instrument to help me regain those powers. Would that were so. I think I will believe this, even if I have to act as if it’s true. Why not? Am I not a magician? Have I not been guided all my life to this moment? Don’t I believe in unlimited possibilities? If I don’t, I am a fool as there is no other way to live. A life of limited possibilities is hell.
Also, I have decided that I will not become anyone’s victim, including the victim of my own thoughts. It’s not worth it. That too is hell. In the first place, who wanted me to become a victim and why?
I always come back to “choice,” of taking charge of my own life. I’ve been caught in a web of falling victim to others’ so-called expert knowledge and opinions and what they think is best. I want to put this all in better perspective and leave it behind. Being tossed in a sea of others’ whims doesn’t work anymore, if it ever did. No more dawdling around for me.
“Orb, come help me become more pro-active and a definitive choice-maker. I want out of this matrix now!”
Why do so many of us continually acquiesce to maintaining the status quo? Is it just to take the path of least resistance? I know fear plays a large part in the picture, the fear of acting on one’s own lights. And I, myself, should really know better. I personally know of two women who lived their lives the way their husbands wanted. One was a writer who subjugated her talents to the good life, traveling the world with her husband, at the cost of her talent. The other was a stay-at-home wife capitulating to her stay-at-home husband. Both died relatively young with multiple regrets, one especially, leaving a sizable insurance policy and IRA to her widowed husband, who lost no time in turning to match.com on the internet. How can we women act so stupidly?
I met a friend for lunch yesterday and he is so far out on the “anything is possible” spectrum that he takes my breath away. He makes me feel like I’ve been left at the gate and don’t know what life is really about. At my age too. It’s all about stepping forward, making choices, and the devil be damned. I so admire his attitude and approach toward life. There are many remarkable people out there like that and I applaud them. I met another woman today like him. She teaches high school chemistry, A.P. and Regents, while being diagnosed as legally blind. I’ve taught chemistry myself and don’t know how she does it. What a wonderful attitude she has! I sure would like to be more like that. It’s time to make a bucket list and start to check off the items.
Amongst the many changes that are happening as we head toward the winter solstice of 2012, one of the strangest is a sense of an alteration in TIME. It feels to me like a train, speeding faster and faster down the tracks. Time has always gone swiftly when I’m absorbed or focused on a particular task. But now, even when