"While Einstien was studying the Theory of Relativity in 1930, he believed, "The universe behaves in a certian predictiable way." This is not religion, it's science. The Quantum Theory is science. Einstein believed that some forces in the universe happen on a "maybe." If there is enough energy and the proper forces are present, then most reactions happen."--Back cover.

Lindsay, an Aboriginal elder, and Rob, a young white traveller meet in the Outback and make discoveries that may re-write Australia's history. Based on facts this story takes the reader on a journey through inner, personal landscapes and traditional Aboriginal country. Lindsay's challenge is to locate three sacred objects (tjurunga) that are needed to revive important ceremonies. They disappeared decades earlier and could be anywhere in the world. Through personal contacts, a website, and the help of Australia's Prime Minister he begins his journey. Why are the sacred objects so significant? Will he be able to bring them home? Rob's challenge is to find the first boomerang that came in the Dreamtime. He is inspired by Aboriginal Legends, 'cosmic timing' and reliable intuition that enables him to interpret signs which guide his search. Will he make the unprecedented discovery? Does the ancient artefact hold messages for Humanity? Time to enter the world of the First Boomerang.

This book provides a critical reappraisal of Barbara Creed’s ground-breaking work of feminist psychoanalytic film scholarship, The Monstrous-Feminine, which was first published in 1993. The Monstrous-Feminine married psychoanalytic thinking with film analysis in radically new ways to provide an invaluable corrective to conventional approaches to the study of women in horror films, with their narrow emphasis on woman’s victimhood. This volume, which will mark 25 years since the publication of The Monstrous-Feminine, brings together essays by international scholars working across a variety of disciplines who take up Creed’s ideas in new ways and fresh contexts or, more broadly, explore possible futures for feminist and/or psychoanalytically informed art history and film theory.

"... containing the names and the disposition made of more than 20,000 pictures, from ... May 15th, 1915, up to the end of the year 1917. This list will be supplemented by further lists presented at the end of each half yearly period."--Pennsylvania. State Board of Censors of Moving Pictures. Report, 1918, p. 7.

A Suitcase Full of Boomerangs is essentially a romp around the Republic of Ireland. Tiny boomerangs are bequeathed to colourful characters encountered throughout the three-week round trip. Narrated in the first person, the protagonist and two of her sisters manage to have a ball as they traverse the width and breadth of Ireland in a big black jeep filled with suitcases full of boomerangs. This book of travel laughs, mishaps and adventures is a light-hearted, feel-good read, intended to whisk the armchair traveller far away to another time and place – the magic that will always be Ireland.

‘ No matter what, Juliet ‘ Having you, my Juliet and though drama is hanging in the air. How many times we danced in the open air sweetly in arms. How many times our kisses brought us into glamorous palaces of love. How many times our minds were no longer deserts but oasis of loving hearts. Even though our constellation is far from the starry one I love you with all my heart. No matter what shall happen no one and nothing shall separate us. We are the lovers of all times larger than life you and me, Romeo and Juliet.

It is anthology of romantic poems addressed to readers who love poems with erotic scents. Love is the central theme in all my poems and reading the poems feels like hearing some symphonic play or listening to pop and rock hits on radio. I was born in mountainous Rajcza, south Poland where I spent my childhood and teenage years, and where I also studied and participated in the so called Solidarity movement against the communist regime. I emigrated out of Poland yet when Poland was still in the Soviet thaw and I became a citizen of New Zealand within five years. I lived in marvelous Wellington, the capital of NZ, called often ' Windy Wellington ', due to the very many winds blowing through the city both from the Pacific and nearby mountains. While in New Zealand I lived there also in Auckland and Coromandel Peninsula for a while. Afterwards I traveled worldwide, I had been amongst others in China and finally settled down in Antwerp, Belgium. The United States was always the country of my final destination and my departure from Poland, just eight days before martial law was in fact me emigrating to America which I have never so far had luck to get to. In the meantime I am feeling myself quite comfortable in the European Union, a great project of all Europeans which came true. America and especially New York City with its Statue of Liberty, remain my dream. Freedoms cherished by America are the unstoppable trend and I myself am fully behind it, wishing the same to all individuals across the world, freedoms, human rights, love ...

' Californian Girl ' is the anthology of my love poems dedicated to my beloved Californian girlfriend. Besides, it is a great anthology of love poems for all the variety of lovers with their starry sparks of love. There are also some deep thoughts included in this anthology, concerning not only love affairs but also much of what concerns life in all its multidimensionality. A magic adventure across all the poems guaranteed ...

‘ New York, New York City ‘ New York, New York City you, the dazzling Melting Pot with never ending dreams and the reality splendid in all images there can ever be projected on the screen of life, the NYC life You, America’s Tower of Babel ! New York, New York City you, the vibrating town of diligent men and women at work, in love, family life busy in shaping destiny under the NYC hilarious skies You, the scenic Big Apple ! To this generous, life-giving city I yearn, my Lord To those soaring skyscrapers flirting with the NYC skies I yearn, my Lord To this city of eternal life where my soul settled permanently I yearn, my Lord To this city of humanity’s best I yearn, yearn, my Lord ! New York, New York City you, the hub of day and night activity for the noble New Yorkers descendants of immigrants from four points of the world fulfilling their goals You, the Center of the Universe. New York, New York City you, with your Broadway Theaters Metropolitan Museum of Art Empire State Building many more wonders all bringing expressions of pride upon faces of New Yorkers. To this generous, life-giving city I yearn, my Lord To those soaring skyscrapers flirting with the NYC skies I yearn, my Lord To this city of eternal life where my soul settled permanently I yearn, my Lord To this city of humanity’s best I yearn, yearn, my Lord ! New York, New York City you, my childhood in Central Park unforgettable Bronx Zoo the Village, Circle Line Museum of Modern Art and Guggenheim one You, the city of my true love. New York, New York City I am your troubadour adventurer with the torn soul any time when away feeling then Judas kiss but when back a happy New Yorker feeling the presence of thy Lord. To this generous, life-giving city I yearn, my Lord To those soaring skyscrapers flirting with the NYC skies I yearn, my Lord To this city of eternal life where my soul settled permanently I yearn, my Lord To this city of humanity’s best I yearn, yearn, my Lord !