The Musings of a Thunderous Mind is a poetry book compiled of vignettes, which delve into a fused perspective: one that is my own and of another at the same time. The book was written as a cathartic outlet and a creative outlet, which turned into something that gave me hope during a hard time. Hopefully, it will be able to do the same for others.

With access to previously unpublished material in the form of Hilaire Belloc's letters and photographs, Pearce's major new biography uncovers a romantic, complex, and solitary character. Illustrations.

Such Sweet Thunder is a practical meditation guidebook designed to help ground readers in present moment awareness. Author, meditation teacher, and spiritualist Christopher Luard patiently guides his readers though a practice known in Tibet as The Primary Practice. Then chapter by chapter he meticulously outlines and details the very delicate stages of the Primary Practice. Christopher points out early on in the book that this practice does not belong to any one religion, spiritual teaching, or philosophy. This practice, or similar ones, can be found in all of the major spiritual traditions worldwide. Such Sweet Thunder itself reads as a meditation, so much so that if the reader is reading with an open mind and heart, the reader may indeed experience a shift in awareness. If the awakening process has already begun in the reader, Such Sweet Thunder will surely deepen that process.

Intelligent, pretty, and talented, nineteen-year-old Heather Keller appears to have a brilliant future ahead of her—until she is seduced into a Northern California cult. Heather travels the perilous borders between faith, mysticism, devotion, and fanaticism, while confronted with the psychological and political levers designed to tip spirituality into madness. Her mother, with the help of others in her small town, fights back to reclaim her daughter.

An anthology of the best motorcycle literature from top authors including Hunter S. Thompson, Thomas McGuane, Robert Pirsig, Roald Dahl, Alberto Granado, and T. E. Lawrence Sons of Thunder is a high-octane anthology that brings together the best in motorcycle writing. This unique collection includes seminal pieces from Hunter S. Thompson and Robert Pirsig. Melissa Holbrook Pierson and Thomas McGuane offer probing reflections on the relationship between rider and machine. Roald Dahl waxes poetic on the second-hand Ariel 500cc he bought as a sixteen-year-old. There are classic dispatches from the road including T. E. Lawrence's travels on his Brough Superior, Alberto Granado's storied rides with Che Guevara, and Theresa Wallach's overland journey with Florence Blenkiron from London to Cape Town. This anthology also offers hidden gems, such as Mike Carter's midlife meditation "Uneasy Rider" and Jim Perrin's "Travels with a Harley." Facing more than just the elements of the road, these riders simultaneously take physical and emotional journeys, surrendering to the mental release a bike brings. Danger lurks around every bend, but above all is the rider's desire for speed, the constant craving to go faster and further than one has ever gone before. At times literary and lyrical, at others tactile and thrilling, Sons of Thunder takes to the road with an all-star roster of writers who delve into the pleasures and perils of motorcycles and celebrate the emotional bond between rider and machine.

Whether it’s fearful side hugs on one side or sexual abuse on the other, both the culture and the church aren’t doing very well with touch. Singles are staying single longer, dating is wrought with angst over purity, and marriages struggle to not interpret all forms of touch as sexual. Even the Bible seems to have endless rules about not touching things. There is simply no place where touch doesn’t seem threatened or threatening. But a curious thing happens when Jesus comes into His ministry: He touches. Jesus touches the sick and the outcast, the bleeding and the unclean. What could it mean for families, singles, marriages, churches, communities, and the world to have healthy, pure, faithful, ministering touch? Somewhere in the mess of our assumptions and fears about touch, there is something beautiful and good and God-given. As Jesus can show us, there is ministry in touching.

After taunted by bullies Henry sustains a concussion and finds himself in the land of Devriym as a Meeka. Confronted by the Lord of Lights he is commissioned to lead the tiny band of Meekas out of oppression. Trusting Ruaq, who gave them helpers along their journey, they overcame adversity to reach the Valley of Lights and their long lost gift of flight. Returning to the world of people Henry is transformed and the chief bully is faced with a lifechanging decision.

Reader beware! This is a big story so it takes volumes of pages to explain the details. However under the heading of Thunder at Dawn, a lot transpires. The beings who participate in the adventure are the particularly stubborn type, brimming over with the will to live. At times the characters face a struggle to survive within their habitat that appears to be more like a living hell. However, to Leon Davith, his Golem son Bard along with his Enchantress companion who is called Quill , team up with two Warrior Ferries who believe that joining with these eccentrics to seek a high and mighty adventure is pure heaven. But all that changes! Bard chanced to carry the Mighty Sword, as he approached the Gnomish City located on the Threshold of the Unknown he noticed how after unsheathing Thunder At Dawn' it reacted by jolting, hissing along with emitting the battery of sparks. It was said that thunder at Dawn was forged from a brilliant lightning bolt striking Dawn itself. Leon the Grand Wizard said that Thunder at Dawn was forged from was forged from a brilliant lighting bolt striking Dawn itself. Meanwhile Quill loaded airship to make a lengthy journey Moreover Erin in Leda returned to Eleven Sky City to insure the well being of the inhabitants. Bard began studying the course and laying the navigations down, while Leon left on an errand to the Empire across the ocean that was headed by the Seer of Shadows, who'd doubtless was elated by the news of the Dark Lords resignation. For the moment Leon had other concerns he brought several things with him namely a phial of the cure he could replicate a phial of Blue Rose potion Yaga had given him, he could now create it at any time, for Blue Roses were a mercifully common plant in many parts of the world and quite easily procured. In one instance Erin and Leda glanced up to see a renewed Leo entered the room, is this size having been returned to its youthful state thanks to the Blue Rose Potion he'd drank. Leon? Don't I get a sit of the cure-all for Crow's feet?" Quill shouted in mock outrage. Quill raised out of her chair to grab the now youthful Leon Davith in a headlock. 'Just allow me to use that potion you stupid jerk!" She snarled, rubbing the wizards scalp raw with her fist. In another less than humorous incident was God came to stand before Bard. "Give that cursed weapon to me boy", said the god. Thunder at Dawn's true form went alight once more and began sending pillars of energy forth even as a lure slowly rose to his feet single-mindedly racing for his friends Bard on the other hand slowly advanced on thunder at Dawn even as it sent waves upon waves of energy after Bard blown back again and again the Golan stubbornly held on as he rushed to the sword stabbing it with its counter shadow blade his intuition paid off. in The black energies of that weapon left the hilt and immediately began corrupting the towering blade of raw energy . thus, chaos had been stopped before his plans could be once again set back into motion. What was the first "as the demon Lord Constable meanwhile back in God sheathe, the red warrior stood before the remains of thunder at Dawn, grabbing up Shadow Blade's hilt and smiling with the remains of its black energy issued forth sheathing the weapon, sheathing the weapon he left whistling to his Emerald Bird the two flew off leaving the cursed remains of Thunder at Dawn far behind as well as pursuit of the sword. Read realized it was time to make tracks. The two flew off leaving the cursed remains of thunder at Dawn far behind as well as his pursuit of the sword better to leave it at that for no sword designed to destroy the world was worth wielding, that he knew for sure. Finally near the end it was concluded that to great swords could not coexist." We should remain apart while we have the weapons." Bard sighed"