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#4 Searching for God in the Garbage  by Bracha Goetz

Bracha Goetz 

Author of 37 books to help children’s souls shine and her memoir Searching for God in the Garbage

 

Newly released! Melineh Petrosian’s memoir Cry for Rain!

Cry for Rain is the true story of soul-consuming, bitter, childhood battles within a young girl’s home amidst Iran’s political and religious upheavals.

As a Christian minority growing up in Tehran, Iran, Ariana and her siblings face harsh physical and emotional abuse from their unstable mother. On the other hand, her love for her Papa leaves a yearning for his protection and next return from his trips as a truck driver. She holds onto hope, suffering through a bitter childhood, the loss of friends and family during the revolution, the regime change to an Islamic government, and a city embattled with Iraq. But most of all, Ariana struggles to survive her mother’s cruelty.

Melineh Petrosian penned this memoir as an encouragement to those who have experienced abuse and hardship; to let them know all hope is not lost, and choices do exist. A tangible, real-life story, it shows us what it was like growing up in Iran, being an Armenian Christian within an Islamic government, and never having sanctuary or feeling safe… anywhere.

Melineh Petrosian is a self-made woman, born in 1963 to an Armenian family in Tehran, Iran. She endured regular abuse from a mother with a personality disorder. Despite being suppressed regularly for her talents, Petrosian’s love for poetry and narrative writing has been a constant through the years, finding published status in several Farsi magazines. She finally writes the bitter yet poignant tale of growing up in a war-torn country and home, neither of which she could escape.

Before migrating to the United States in 1987, she lived in Athens, Greece, for almost two years. She earned not only a cosmetology license, but also one in naturopathic science and massage therapy and has been in practice for over twenty-five years. Petrosian is fluent in four languages and is actively involved in Houston Writers’ Guild and multiple writers’ critique groups. Published by eLectio Publishing  Represented by Loiacono Literary Agency

TouchPoint Press takes on Jack Martin’s sequel to Brother Can You Spare a Dime?, Destroyer of Worlds!

It is 1940 and Special Agent Harry Bierce (aka Alphonso Clay) of the Federal Bureau of Investigation is facing his greatest series of challenges to date. On the orders of J. Edgar Hoover, who does not like Bierce (and is the only one who knows his century-old secret, except for the two children he fathered with his wife, Teresa Duval, of the Alphonso Clay series) but often must rely on the deceptively mild-looking agent, Bierce must thwart the efforts of Heinrich Himmler, head of the Nazi SS, to derail the re-election of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Not only that, he must identify a murderous spy in the midst of the Manhattan Project and supervise the detention of a monstrous creature that under no circumstances must be revealed to the American public. To top it off, he must guide the career of a young, troubled female agent (the daughter of a constable who was murdered by Bonnie and Clyde that Bierce blames himself for not intervening/preventing) through the maze of chauvinist corridors that is the FBI under Hoover.

Bierce aka Clay is a unique character whose lineage is a contaminated mesh of human and ‘other-worldly,’ giving him special gifts and talents — super-human eyesight, hearing, speed, and other abilities; one being he cannot die naturally. With the death of Arabella Lot, his first love, and now his deceased wife, Teresa Duval, he puts himself in repeatedly dangerous situations, volunteering for the most horrendous assignments, hoping for someone to kill him.

After receiving his Juris Doctorate from UCLA, Martin worked for The Department of Defense and the aerospace industry, specializing in contracts and regulatory issues. Tracing his Californian ancestry all the way back to the 1830s, Martin developed a passion for American history and the mystery genre. With encouragement and support from his beloved wife, Sonia, he began writing The Alphonso Clay Mysteries. Sonia passed away on Christmas Eve 2009, following a brave battle against ovarian cancer (the same devastating disease that took Teresa Duval from Alphonso). He promised her he would finish the books and become a published author. The series, all published by TouchPoint Press, includes: Treason on the Mississippi, The Siege of Knoxville, Murder on the March, Murder by Plague, and Assassination at Willard’s. Destroyer of Worlds is next in the series. Brother, Can You Spare a Dime? (Amphorae Publishing) is the bridge novel that picks up with Clay in the late 1920s. Published by TouchPoint Press  Represented by Loiacono Literary Agency  Jack Martin

“Fireworks & Freedom” by Bud Hearn

“And it shall come to pass afterward, I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions…”  Joel 2:28

What we have here is a minor 9th Century BC prophet projecting his prognostication of great blessings which God promises to pour out on His people in the future. While he probably did not have America in mind, per se, who can ignore the fulfillment of this prophesy in the founding and maintaining of our great land? And tomorrow we’ll again celebrate this blessing.

Soon the skies of our Homeland will explode in celebration of the birthday of Independence Day, a dream come true. It marks the 242nd anniversary of our Republic. But what exactly will we be celebrating?

Freedom, that’s what, fruit that has matured from the Tree of Vision nurtured by courageous men and women, young and old. These patriots pledged their lives and fortunes to fulfill the deepest dream of mankind…Liberty. The Declaration of Independence is the Word, the seed of that powerful dream, a dream that beats in the heart of every citizen.

What is Freedom? A chimerical wish-list envisioned by idle daydreamers? Some romantic notion devised by Utopian idealists? Hardly. The poet, Gibran, writes, “(Vague) and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end…that which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined…and if you could hear the whispering of the dream, you would hear no other sound.” Thankfully, our ancestors heard that whisper. Do we?

From what compost is Freedom conceived? Often from the exploited detritus of oppression, enslavement, tyranny and brutality. It seethes in obscurity. It endures beneath the turf of tyrants, despots and dictators. When it can no longer be suppressed, its collective voice shouts, “No more!” It then rises from darkness into a tsunami of unrestrained power.

All births are bloody. Travail precedes each. Ben Franklin and a friend once watched a hot air balloon exhibit in a field of France. The balloon rose slowly from the ground, floated over trees, and landed in a nearby field.  Peasant farmers with pitchforks, ignorant and fearful, attacked it.

The friend remarked, “What good was that experiment?”

Franklin replied, “What good is any new-born baby?”

Freedom begins as a baby. But it grows, changes, dreams of its own destiny. America’s experiment with Freedom is older now, but no less vibrant. The baby is maturing, and it’s changing.

How does Freedom consist, hold together? Is it by milquetoast methods of submission to the winds of fortune? Or is it by, as Churchill said in England’s dark hours of WW II, “…blood, toil, tears and sweat…?” All revolutions and preservations of Freedom are achieved not by slick rhetoric, but by the shedding of blood. America’s experiment with Freedom is no different.

Is our dream of Freedom in jeopardy? Has it become a faded billboard for rent, cheap? A fast-food court of entitlements, tawdry trinkets and handouts to appease the masses? A nation of freeloaders and pilferers of the public treasury? Free everything…healthcare, food stamps, welfare checks, mortgages, you-name-it? Are we like drunks, sucking the dregs of the Dream at the bottom of a bottle of debt, celebrity politics and self-gratification? Scary thoughts.

Again, this year the fireworks extravaganzas will bring to remembrance Francis Scott Key’s words, “…and the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.” And that’s what we need…a constant reminder that the horror of darkness has not extinguished our flag, the symbol of enduring Freedom.

On Wednesday the Spirit of Liberty will blow softly in the breezes. Firecrackers, both real and symbolic, will beat back the night for a little while longer. After the parades, picnics, BBQ, hot dogs, beer, watermelons and heartburn, we’ll sleep soundly, nurtured in the comfort of Freedom. But not all of us.

Somewhere on a dusty desolate plain a soldier with a weapon will keep a night watch. Somewhere a baby will be born. Their lives will merge with old men who still dream dreams, and with young men who still see visions.

Every generation has the power to retain or forfeit this Dream and Vision of Freedom. Which will we choose?

But for today, The Dream and the Vision live on. Now, begin the parades. God bless America.

Bud Hearn

July 3, 2018

 

 

You could have heard a pin drop!

JFK’S Secretary of State, Dean Rusk, was in France in the early 60’s when DE Gaulle decided to pull out of NATO. DE Gaulle said he wanted all US military out of France as soon as possible.

Rusk responded, “Does that include those who are buried here?”

DE Gaulle did not respond.

You could have heard a pin drop.

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When in England, at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of ’empire building’ by George Bush.

He answered by saying, “Over the years, the United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return is enough to bury those that did not return.”

You could have heard a pin drop.

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There was a conference in France where a number of international engineers were taking part, including French and American. During a break, one of the French engineers came back into

the room saying, “Have you heard the latest dumb stunt Bush has done? He has sent an aircraft carrier to Indonesia to help the tsunami victims. What does he intend to do, bomb them?”

A Boeing engineer stood up and replied quietly. “Our carriers have three hospitals on board that can treat several hundred people; they are nuclear powered and can supply emergency electrical power to shore facilities; they have three cafeterias with the capacity to feed 3,000 people three meals a day, they can produce several thousand gallons of fresh water from sea water each day, and they carry half a dozen helicopters for use in transporting victims and injured to and from their flight deck. We have eleven such ships; how many does France have?”

You could have heard a pin drop.

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A U.S. Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included Admirals from the U.S., English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies. At a cocktail reception, he found himself standing with a large group of officers that included personnel from most of those countries.

Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks, but a French admiral suddenly complained that, whereas Europeans learn many languages, Americans learn only English. He then asked, “Why is it that we always have to speak English in these conferences rather than speaking French?”

Without hesitating the American Admiral replied, “Maybe it’s because the Brit’s, Canadians, Aussie’s and Americans arranged it so you wouldn’t have to speak German.”

You could have heard a pin drop.

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Robert Whiting, an elderly gentleman of 83, arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on.

“You have been to France before, monsieur?” the customs officer asked sarcastically.

Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France previously.

“Then you should know enough to have your passport ready.”

The American said, “The last time I was here, I didn’t have to show it.”

“Impossible! Americans always have to show their passports on arrival in France!”

The American senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then, he quietly explained, ”Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in 1944 to help liberate this country, I couldn’t find a single Frenchman to show a passport to.”
You could have heard a pin drop.

Thank you, God, for  me being and American! Thank you, God for giving us President Donald Trump!

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Searching for God in the Garbage is an extremely candid chronicle of how the author became an observant Jew and overcame anorexia, told through actual diary entries and letters, spanning through the 60s, 70s, and 80s. It reflects changes in both the inner and outer world of the author during these exciting and turbulent years. The reader experiences the loss of innocence during adolescence, struggles with increasingly riskier behaviors, as well as the emergence of a gradually developing eating disorder.

The thesis of this psychological and spiritual detective book is that eating disorders reflect hungry souls. As demonstrated through the author’s recovery and eventual epiphany, these destructive behaviors are the symptoms of a desperate craving for spiritual nourishment.

Dr. John Flynn at the San Diego Comic Con International, July 18-22!

Dr. John Flynn at the San Diego Comic Con International, July 18-22!  Wed night is 6 pm to 11 pm, Thurs-Sunday, 9 am to 11 pm. San Diego Convention Center and throughout the city of San Diego.

Dr. John L. Flynn, author of over twenty-one works, will be autographing in the Sales Pavilion Saturday morning 10-11am.

 

From 2002 to 2004, Flynn was nominated for three Hugo Awards for his science fiction writing. John also received an honorable mention for his unproduced screenplay for The Jovian Dilemma in the 2003 Screenplay Festival writing competition. His first novel, Intimate Bondage was published by BelleBooks. The other four in the series, Architects of Armageddon, Murder on Air Force One, Terror at G-20, and Merchants of Death are published by Argus Publishing. Represented by Loiacono Literary Agency.