Church of Guallatire in the Andes Mountains, Chile
"Hey mates. Come take a look at this," called Scott, pointing to a table.
Curiously, chained to the altar was a wooden table, no taller than twelve inches high and rectangle in shape. One of its four legs, Abby pointed out, was worn down and quite a bit shorter than the others. The table was dusty and heavily scratched. Someone, Nicole pointed out, had scratched a cross on its grimy surface. After several minutes of debating why an ugly table was chained to the altar, Abby noticed that the man snoozing in the entrance was now awake and staring at them with tiny, blue eyes.
"Señor," she said in her terrible Spanish, suddenly noticing a deep scar down one of his cheeks.
"Perdón, um... eh...la mesa....the table....why....porque....um....oh bother, I can't remember how you say 'chained.' Actually, I don't think that I ever knew," she frowned.
"The word is encadenado, missy," said Cookey, sitting up straighter in his seat.
"Oh, wonderful, you speak English! Or was that just a fluke?" Abby said, stooping down in front of him.
"No fluke, missy," he said, with a touch of a grin.
"You're English!" she said noticing his accent. "What in the world are you doing so far away from home? And you mix with the natives so well. I thought for sure that you were Chilean."
"By my reckonin' ye'd be quite far away from home as well, eh?"
"Indeed," she chuckled. "I am. Tell me, sir,"
"Cookey. Name's Cookey."
"Mr. Cookey, sir...would you be so kind as to settle a little quarrel we have here."
"If I can."
"Well, it's about that table, the little one chained to the altar. Well, is it worth so much that you are afraid it might be stolen," Abby chortled. "Or is it punished?" Seeing that Abby was talking to the old man about the table, Scott, George and Nicole gathered around to hear the answer.
"Like ye said, missy...tis punished."
"I was joshing...of course," Abby said, tilting her head in puzzlement.
"I ain't," grunted Cookey, quite seriously.
"What on earth could a table have done to be punished?" Scott and George were smirking behind Cookey's back.
"Ye?" Scott said, making fun of the way Cookey talked. Cookey noticed of course, and eye-balled them wryly.
"It be evil, it is."
"Evil? Well, that's completely absurd. How could a table possibly be evil?" asked Nicole.
Abby, already convinced, glanced at the table uncomfortably. There was something haunting about it, something that made her cringe.
"Please, tell us more," Abby said, touching Cookey's arm. Amazingly, the moment she did, a warm feeling pelted through her body. She felt protected and at ease, yet she didn't understand.
"It be a soul collector. Collects 'em fer a black-hearted cap'n plannin' the world's damnation. See the mystran in the cap'n's body, Ajaw Kimi, well, he be needin' souls ta fight on 'is Econtra Lumen make's 'um 'is slaves, see?"
"But, of course. How come I didn't think of that?" Scott scoffed, glaring at the rare eccentric that was Cookey. "A soul collector, a black-hearted captain taking over the world. Right. That was exactly my next theory," Scott added, blatantly sarcastic. "And what's a mystran, ye?"
"Shut up, Scott," said Abby, shooting him a look of absolute disgust. Scott and George glanced at each other skeptically, but remained to hear more.
"Please, Mister Cookey. Pay him no mind," said Abby, touching Cookey's arm again. She wanted to feel that feeling again.
"O' missy, fetch me up daft. Tain't no skin off a my hide. Gut me if I ain't givin' it to ye straight," Cookey assured.
"So," said Abby trying to figure out what Cookey had just said. "what does mystran mean?"
"Demon, missy! A foul-lived parasite feedin' off a Mankind's desolation." When Cookey said this Abby glanced at the table feeling watched.
"Quite," George remarked, rubbing his chin, and rolling his eyes. "Mankind's desolation, ye!"
Nicole shot daggers at George, then stooped down next to Abbey. "How does it do this table collect souls?" she questioned, her long, white hair settling on her back.
"The blasted slab drags itself. Cast ye eyes upon its leg, mates," Cookey said, pointing to the table. "One plagued leg be worned, see?" They all looked and nodded. "Rot mi bones if it ain't from draggin' itself."
"Yes, it's true," said Abby nodding. "We noticed that. Why don't you burn it? Destroy it?"
"Yeah, ye?" Scott said, continuing his childish teasing.
"Cain't be destroyed, missy. Blow mi scuttle-butt if it ain't back the next day pilferin' another's cursed soul."
"How does it choose its victims, Mr. Cookey?" Abby asked, intrigued.
"Just Cookey, luv."
"Cookey," Abby repeated.
"It don't give a dog's arse who it takes. Mind ye though, can only pilfer ye soul if it kin catch ye off-guard...sleepin,' see? An cain't steal souls of innocent's...childr'n an retarded people."
"Well, that's reassuring," laughed George brazenfaced. "It can't take me because I'm such an angel, and it can't take Scott because he's a retard," he added, nudging Scott with his lengthy arm. "Ye!"
"'By me deathless soul, it kin git ye, mate," said Cookey, narrowing his eyes at him. "An fer this reason, I be 'ere guardin' the blasted slap. So long it be chained, ye be safe."
Excerpt From Stellar Wind 2012
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Pre-Dawn of the Fifth World
The Chesapeake began to bubble and boil for miles around. Thousands of cyclones burst from the depths of the bay, violently twisting rotating columns of water. The winds above became furious, whipping into impossible frenzies, as they were swept into thousands of watery vortexes that reached into the low hanging black clouds. It was as though the cyclones were thinking predators, and their easy targets were the snap-happy onlookers. The desperate boaters felt their teeth gnashing together, as they held on to whatever they could to avoid being sucked up into the deadly funnels. Their feet were lifted from the decks and their bodies blew like laundry on a clothes line in a storm, until finally their hands gave way and they were sucked up like a piece of lint in a vacuum cleaner. Many lives were lost that way. The ferocious winds plucked boats and ships from the bay like toys and blew them into the air as though they were feathers. Hundreds of monstrous, watery hands reached up and wrenched boats to their demise."You can not have them, Ajaw Kimi," Frederick yelled, fuming with choler.
"Oh, go to hell, Frederick," Ajaw Kimi retorted, laughing as he watched his victims flying about and being sucked into the water spouts.
The air was rife with the screams of the victims.
Pacal Votan, John Henry and Shaman Colcome
An excerpt from Stellar Wind 2012
The lessons continued inside the cave after a meager mid-day meal followed by afternoon meditation."Illuminating his people," Shaman Colcome said, "the Maya priest, Lord Pacal Votan, taught and prepared us to recognize the One who will fulfill the mission: Guiding the sacred human race toward the cosmic Light of Wisdom away from materialistic destruction, so that we, humans, can, when the time is right, use this wisdom to complete our Destiny of Enlightenment. In our sacred book, Popol Vuh, Pacal Votan is described as the Messenger of Time." Henry found himself mesmerized by the old man's story, and he listened with much interest while his eyes remained fixated on the dance of the crimson and gold tongues of fire.
"Pacal Votan sounds like a very clever man indeed. Will I have the pleasure of his company?" The old man did not answer and Henry continued to gaze at the fire. "How does he know so much?"
"The prophet and teacher Pacal Votan claimed that the reason he had the Wisdom of the Stars was because he had come from the stars, and made it his mission on earth to enlighten us, to help us get through times of incomprehension and ignorance: The dying world of the Fourth Sun.
It is a world where our species becomes disconnected from the nature's laws. Through his teachings, we, mankind, will learn to reconnect our conscience to understand that everything in the universe is masterfully synchronized, from moment to moment, constantly changing events of unlimited diversity of Order and Harmony. Pacal Votan calls it: Universal Frequency of Synchronization, a must to become one with God."
The shaman saw a frown come across Henry's face and could tell that his head was pounding for understanding and more knowledge.
"You see, Yon Enery, over time, we, Man, will continually lose harmony with Nature and this disconnection will get worse before it gets better. It is because of this imbalance between Nature and man that Econtra Lumen is feeding upon. Their hope is that by the time the heavens align to form the Sacred Tree, Mankind will have buried themselves in ignorance, destruction and materialism. Superficial nature will destroy the world as we know it today, and evil will prevail for an entire Great Cycle: Twenty-six thousand years. It is critical that we evolve beyond the construction of the linear time that man knows. Yon Enery, you must become One with the Universe before you can set out on your journey; purify yourself by becoming in harmony with Nature. Then you will have one more tool against battling the evil that is blocking our way to ether; forming an army to take over the new World of the Fifth Sun. It is also of utmost importance that you pass these teachings on to all those who will listen, all those who comprehend the importance of giving up the ways of the dying Fourth World, so that they, too, can arrive to the New World in peace and order and harmony."
The Bone Ache
An excerpt from Stellar Wind 2012
Secretive mutterings infested Stellar Wind, whispering that Captain Morag was not ill, but possessed. Fear filled their hearts, and superstition became king."Perhaps Captain Morag is temporarily insane, Cookey," Henry said, grasping for anything that would explain his friend's strange transformation. "Could it be he was afflicted by poisonous food or stagnant water? Or possibly he lay alongside an infected woman, one that bestowed upon him the bone-ache?"
Wordless, Cookey frowned, tossing another fish into the skillet. In these past weeks since Haiti, several good sailor-men had perished at the captain's hand, he thought, and numerous others had felt the sting of the cat o' nine tails, merely to feed Morag's bloodlust.
"What's happened to our high-spirited Stellar Wind? Alas, there is a veritable epidemic of distrust sweeping the vessel. Barbed arguments and brawls are exploding everywhere."
Cookey broke his long silence, speaking the worst: "Mutiny seems inevitable, sonny. Suddenly the word I be hearin' whispered by a few, taday's on the tip of ev'ry man's tongue."
John Henry dropped his head in his hands. He prayed.
Dream a new world
Excerpt from Stellar Wind 2012
"Enough of this!" Morag shouted. And then the demon took the stage like the most seasoned actor: "I will answer your unasked question, Captain Henry, because it pleases me," he said in a soothing croon."The world is emerging, changing, John Henry. At the dawn of the era of the Fifth Sun, attention will turn to a much-overlooked element, which will be a surprise for all humanity. That which I set into motion almost twenty-six thousand years ago, will carry evolutionary repercussions. Oh, yes," he went on fervently.
"Something that you have decided is not of your interest. For too long now, the world has lived at the mercy of an angry creator's whims. Oh, but with my change, manifested through me, of course, the world will brave unknown territory, and I will be the one to create new paths in the jungle of unknown possibilities. I, John Henry, am a pioneer. I shall dream a new world, empower partisans and reward them with the universe! What a pity, John Henry that you will have perished by then. You shall miss exquisitely devastating wars that will involve the entire world, led by the nine Lords of the Night, my devoted worshipers, naturally. Oh, and you shall miss a huge surprise I have for the future. It will go over like a bang, a nuclear bang," he smirked. "My fleet will be stronger then, ready to dream a new world into reality."
Something raw in the core of Henry's soul began to tremble, and once again, the hairs on his neck stood up, this time with bone-jarring fear, fear that continually swelled as the scope of the mystran's ambitious plan razor-bladed into his brain. Though he had not a clue as to what Morag was rambling on about, The Fifth Sun, a shift in the cycle, a nuclear bang, his gut was telling him that it would be atrocious for the entire human race.
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I love that part about the bone ache! I am assuming that they are refering to veneral disease. The bone ache! Hey, great read Catherine! I discovered it on Squidoo, ironically not on your page but on someone who has it listed. Well Done!
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audie2012
Cool book. really spooky yet inspirational. Im voting that you get on oprah too. You should send her a copy of your book. Posted May 24, 2008 |
We love Stellar Wind 2012! Thank you Catherine!
Posted May 22, 2008
Catherine, you should be on Oprah!!! Oprah, how is it that you havent disovered Catherine BARBER yet???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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lizfisher
My name is Liz and I am a huge fan of yours. Everyone should read this book, Catherine! I see that you have lots of comments about it...so Im sure that you'll be the famous writer you deserve to be. IMPRESSIVE writing and the whole quest, mixed with bring consciousness to Mankind before 2012...well, lets just say...you got me thinking!!! Posted May 21, 2008 |
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james2ross
Im with Mark litual...congratulations Catherine on Stellar Wind 2012! What a wonderful read! And I learned so much. I had heard about 2012 but now that I read your book I am hungry to know more. Also, wow...the war at sea! Incredible. You really did your homework on this novel and it shows! You'll be on Oprah and on New York Times Best Seller list by the end of the year! Mark my word!!! Im telling everyone I know to read it!!! Posted May 21, 2008 |
Get Stellar Wind 2012 on Amazon! It WILL be a BEST-SELLER!!!
A great adventure! An eye opener to 2012 and Mayan prophecies.
By D. Stevens (Inverness, FL) - See all my reviews
I bought Stellar Wind 2012 and wasn't really sure what to expect. I LOVED IT! What an adventure it took me on...and around the world to Haiti, Chile, Machu Pichu, Manchester, the Chesapeake Bay. I love how the sailor story that started in the 1700's was brought through time, all the way up to 2012. I'm not usually into stories with demons and saving the world but this story is different. It's scary because the way the author wrote it you realized that this really IS happening today: global warming, indigo children, the aligning of the heavens and more. I knew nothing about Mayan prophesies or what 2012 means. Believe me...I DO NOW! I got the author's message! The story has it all: A sailor story on a tall ship, the Mayans, mermaids, angels, a demon, a pirate who falls in love with the hero, John Henry. I could just visual the beginning of the war on the Chesapeake Bay...Amazing!!! I'll think twice next time I go on a cruise thinking that Stellar Wind is lurking, waiting to sink us with it gigantic hand of icy water!! My favorite chapter was the students from Manchester...and the soul-snatching table...that is FOR REAL in Chile!! Now I want to go to Chile to see THAT TABLE! How spooky is that!! Stellar Wind 2012 is a MUST read. It deserves a place on the New York Times BEST SELLER list...and Oprah!!!
Stellar Wind: 2012
Amazon Price: $17.00 (as of 10/10/2008)
