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Unborn Essence

Ashlee North

When I was young we moved a lot – I mean a whole lot… We travelled all over Australia, far and wide, and settled for short periods of time in each of the far corners of the country.

The ocean and green hills, the brown dryness of the outback- all these things I shared with my sibling, who was my travel companion and my friend, as well as being my sister.

My memories of games in the car with her and the world whizzing by are some of the most exciting as a child. I cherish the thoughts of falling asleep in the back of the car and waking up in a whole new place, sometimes beautiful and sometimes dry and arid. It was magical at times. I recall opening tins of peas, beans and baby potatoes and seeing thousands upon thousands of tiny butterflies appear from nowhere to drink the juice which we tipped out of the cans. I remember my father, sleeping under the car to avoid the searing heat and a full water bag, which hung on the front of the car and miraculously produced cold refreshing water to drink.

I’ll never forget the night, pitch dark, with only the lights of the white Kingswood to guide us, where dad decided to stop just before what he thought was a large playing field in a park, for the night. What appeared to be a huge expanse of grass, wasn’t and in the morning we woke to find a massive lake instead. What a relief he stopped driving.

I remember the morning he decided that the engine needed cleaning, because it had accumulated so much dust from the road. He completely doused the motor in petrol fuel, before we set off for more driving and when he turned the key the engine burst into flame. Mum still doesn’t find that story funny.

There was another time, when we were pulling a trailer, full of all our earthly treasures, up a steep winding mountain range. Suffice to say, the trailer wheel slipped just over the edge of the road, jumped off the tow ball and proceeded to careen down the edge of the mountain and into the valley below. Mum didn’t find that funny either.

I remember new houses and apartments, van parks and roadside stops, exciting places to explore, towns and cities which thrilled me and new people to meet, but most of all I remember the adventure – being free – starting all over and living life to the full.

It was a wonderful way to spend my childhood and joyously I have travelled almost the entire length and breadth of Australia. These days I stay still in one spot, a spot I love, on the Gold Coast in Queensland, but every now and then the wandering spirit takes over and I need to go on a road trip.

Dad has passed away now – a year ago the other day – and I miss his smile, his laughter and the way nothing was ever too hard for him. He loved us with abundance and made both my sister and I feel like princesses. Thankfully we still have my mom. She is an inspiration and has lived a hard life, but she also showed us the beauty of the world – how to make fairy dresses from tissues, how to leave little trinkets for them in magic gardens, how to find joy in the little things. She gave me all the reason I needed to write a fantasy fairytale…


The Chronicling of Ilithia

They were beautiful days – good memories – which inspired me to write and to share the adventure of life.

I hope you enjoy your own adventure as I did, and still do, mine…

Love and blessings,

Ashlee North – Author http://ashleenorthauthor.com/


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Unborn Essence

From the book "Unborn Essence" by Ashlee North...

"Twenty-four people died that I know of, just in our neighborhood, and I can only guess that the others fled with whatever they could carry. I could hear the screams and the shooting, cursing and shouting, all night long, and I dared not venture out from where I hid. I am no coward, I just knew what I was up against.
The townspeople were left wherever they died and one or two prominent leaders were left hanging from their necks in front of the town hall.
Madness seemed to come in waves, taking over the minds and bodies of our very own friends and neighbors. No one could be trusted. Their brains seemed to be controlled—their limbs, an extension of whatever was inside of them—making them behave like crazed, rabid animals on psychological benders.
Fuelled by whatever substance they could get their hands on, the people we once knew became our enemies. Faces we once loved became distorted and evil, and they began their wicked stalking and killing, told what to do by unseen dictators and shockingly violent demands.
We—just a few of us—waited and watched lest they should come for us, but we somehow managed to remain un-found. I still can hear them, although the immediate threat is gone and people are behaving coherently again. I can barely stand the sight of them, for I know what they have only just done, even though they have no memory of it.
The evidence was swept away, but my mind is still defiled by the sights. I will never be able to forget, even though those who performed the dark evil deeds cannot remember.
I am afraid to speak of it, for others do not believe, but there are a small group of us who still do. We know what happened and we know it came from inside their minds. We shall remain diligent, for they shall act again.
We shall wait and worry for inside the subconscious mind of many lies a danger greater than what we have ever seen. It is dormant for now, but we see it rear its ugly head from time to time, all across the city. We are in trouble, all of us, for who knows how many are owned by this lurking thing inside. Who knows when the sleeping giants, inside the minds of thousands, will leap into action and destroy New York, even the whole world?
We must find a way to stop them from taking over each and every one of our thoughts. We must guard our minds, our subconscious and consciousness, our dreams, and our waking moments. It is fair to say “they are out there” but the great fear is that “they are inside.” Beware your mind—there is a demon waiting to awake.

Excerpt from “The Watchers Society” Secret Website..."
from the Book "Unborn Essence by Ashlee North



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Unborn Essence

"Piercing the void—the nothing, the darkness—a light, glowing soft tones of red—pulsing, insisting—strobed from behind an unobtrusive nothingness, a slit in the fabric of the universe, where more often there was only inky black, millions of miles of it. And in this light, the only brightness there is, is nothing, nothing but impossible-to-tether, uncontainable Essence. It travelled but moved not, it existed but rode the shaft of brilliance without being noticed. Essence in itself looks like the ever-present lack of something, for it cannot be seen, except by its ripple, its almost unseen glow, but it is most certainly there. It is what makes all humans into who they will be. It is the anything which makes them one way or another. It is what we are— We are Essence.'


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"It is Christmas in New York when a baby is born. Named Christina Elizabeth by her parents, the baby's Essence-her life force and caretaker of her soul-feels the glorious ecstasy of belonging, knowing wholeness, and oneness with its human being now home. Meanwhile, in the same hospital precinct, a baby boy is born. Although he is safe and warm, he will sadly not know the same type of security or peaceful existence, for the boy is unwittingly involved in a tug of war-destined to be hurt and cursed by an Unborn Essence who has attached himself to the baby, determined to use his powers on an unsuspecting mind. Unfortunately as Jonathon Daniel grows older, he creates complete havoc around himself, perplexing his parents and his doctors. But what he does not know is that Christina has begun to dream about him, convinced there is something special about him. Now only time will tell if the two humans will fall in love, with help from several Essences-while the Unborn Essence watches with interest and malice. Unborn Essence shares a fantastical journey into the subconscious and spiritual that opens the mind to new possibilities as Essences work to unite souls on Earth and Unborn Essences seek to destroy them."

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Circling Carousels by Ashlee North

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



An Unforgettable Saga

Review of Circling Carousels

Reviewed by Gerald M. Weinberg


The title, "Circling Carousels," gave me an image of an up-and-down ride endlessly repeating itself. Never was a story more aptly titled.

To quote the novel itself, "This was no novel written by a teenage girl, but a life lived in the most awful way." More accurately, it's the story of several lives lived in the most awful way. Or, to quote the novel again, "The story was horrific but moving …"

Circling Carousels is the tale of three generations of women caught in successive cycles of poverty, exploitation, and abuse. The description of these cycles is so plain, yet so compelling, that if you start to read it, you'd better go all the way to the end, lest you be depressed beyond salvation.

But there's no danger of stopping before the end—the straight-to-the-heart writing assures that you won't be able to stop before the final resolution. When you're done, you'll remember this story for a long time, knowing that the battle between human good and human evil never really ends. As in the book, some of us are killed by the battle, while others survive and eventually thrive. As for me, Ashlee North's compelling account left me optimistic about life, but wary.

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Jerry

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