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  Strange Seas





Strange Seas


  Uncanny adventures with a friend who channels answers, from very far away, to questions about dreams, the deep past of many lifetimes, and the whales and dolphins of Earth’s great oceans. Truth really is stranger than fiction!  
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"... Charnas takes the reader on a journey of self-discovery and a search for understanding... Strange Seas is an extremely well written and thought-out piece... A smooth writing style and bits of humor add an extra treat to the reading experience gained from Strange Seas, an experience that should be shared and talked about. Unique, refreshing and compassionate, this work is something that will stay on this reader's shelf for years to come."
— Denise M. Clark
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  "... A provocative exploration of the human/whale interface... It's a risky book, because Charnas dares to explore and articulate ideas many of us have about cetacean souls, intelligence, sexuality, linguistics. This is not fiction, but it reads with the pace of a mystery story... What [the author] finds may surprise and shock you.".
  — Phoebe Wray
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An Excerpt:
“After the accident,” Jennifer said, “one of the physiotherapists suggested keeping a diary. So Kit started typing on loose leaf pages, and one day this strange stuff started coming through from Miriam.”

I was completely at a loss. What weird kind of act was this? My God, was it a cult — were they going to try to recruit me? No, no way — not Kit, my oldest friend!

Well, best find out the worst of it straight off. “So who or what is this ‘Miriam’?” I said, trying not to sound sarcastic. “A Priestess from Atlantis? An Indian Princess? An angel?”

Jennifer smiled soothingly at me, as if I were the nutty one. “Nothing like that. Miriam is a whole batch of souls who’ve finished their earthly incarnations and have come back together as one non-physical entity.”

I said, “Oh.” Surely there were intelligent questions to ask, but for the life of me I couldn’t think of any.

Jennifer added, “According to Miriam, we all go through these phases. Their job now, in this new stage of their own evolution, is to teach us, if we’re open to learning.”

“Nice of them,” I mumbled. I couldn’t get over it: Jennifer presented this stuff like someone explaining which subway to take to Brooklyn Heights.

“And the name of this, um, entity is ‘Miriam’?” I managed to stop short of asking, “Miriam what? Miriam Gross? Miriam Makeba?”

“Well, not exactly,” Jennifer said. “It doesn’t really have a name, and it’s not ‘him’ or ‘her’ any more. One of the first questions we asked was what we should call them, and they answered, ‘Anything you like.’ So Kit named them after her favorite piano teacher.

“More wine?”
I had more wine.

   
Editions:    
Hidden Knowledge e-version March 2002 ISBN: 0967915910