"Transported to a new planet, mortals help spirit beings during a planetary epic event to avoid a crisis. The second in the 'The Tales of Isacc Midnight' series."     A Spirit Fiction eBook by D R Clearwaters.

Chapter 2 - Mansonia One


    Page 18
    He had meditated and let the spiritual circuit flow into him while on his planet of nativity, but that taking on of energy only went so far. Here, he noticed a distinct flavor, a kind of pure aromatic fruitiness. Instead of feeling slow, sluggish, and heavy after eating a meal, Edwren felt light.
    While in the state of meditational worship, on his home planet, he remembered a distinct feeling of sweet fresh fullness, kind of an elixir.
    He wondered what a session of worship here would feel like.

Chapter 3 - Ultimaton


    Page 19      In the very beginning of the problem, the reports were received by a small group of data-elemental collectors underneath Paradise, and what that report told them was impossible. It was a foregone conclusion that there was a problem or an anomaly with the data detection process, even though it had been set up by the impeccable technethic work of the Physical Controls residing on Nether Paradise.
    Knowledge about Paradise, the center of the universes, is intriguingly inviting. Nether Paradise, or “underneath”, is most mysterious to students of the Truth.
Chapter 3 – Ultimaton


    Page 21
    This is not the culmination from which the Supreme Being, achieves His personage. His personality and character of being will reach apogee at some future point, a culmination of all the personality experiences of all mortal beings throughout the universes. This God acquires His unique individual expression from the totality of individual lives, yet depends on the Father, Son and Infinite Spirit for the reality of his personal and spiritual nature. While each mortal has a unique personality, there are more adventurous souls who experience a vastly unique and unparalleled life compared to the norm which has a tendency toward mediocrity. Therefore, it behooves man to live life to the fullest, not only to benefit himself, but, to also expand the personality of the Supreme Being.

Chapter 7 – The Digs


    Page 52-53
Cronian icons were everywhere. It was vaguely like being inside the reverse of an ornate Roman Pillar. The Cronian icons were even on the shelf edges, detailing the ledges. Huge icons were detailed in the background and on the spots of plain surface. vHe looked up and said, “Lower me down some." As he descended, he passed rows of ornate small shelves. He noticed many objects on these shelves. Then he passed a bare area for six feet or so. Then more shelves of varied distances. He started noticing a difference in these shelves and their contents, and hollered, "Stop!"
    He reached out through the net with his gauntleted hand and grabbed the edge of a shelf and pulled himself closer to look at a dish-like object that was about two inches across. Looking into the slight bowl, he saw small round seed like pods. Suddenly the net shifted, and he jostled the shelves, ---     A Spirit Fiction eBook by D R Clearwaters. On another other world, how spirit beings help mortals during a planetary crisis. The first in the 'The Tales of Isacc Midnight' series.



Chapter 16 – Desert


    Page 126-127
    The long journey was like a thin, precarious thread that ran out from that dim past. Sometimes it was like only moments had gone by since that time. Often it was as if a whole lifetime had passed. At least that dim point was a beginning that was meaningful and valuable. Any beginnings before this had no purpose and were, therefore, not beginnings at all but mere stillness. They were for incubation in slack tides and swamp-water, the places where ripe saturation might occur but not direction. They were places where life may temporarily abound in the indulgent breeding grounds of the stagnant, passive, and safe byways. They were places where one is more likely to spend his time sleeping. They were like circles; geometrically perfect, and perhaps, circles of learning as seen from the outside, yet always traveling back to the point where he had started. Was that really learning?
    Page 132
    He pulled his aching muscles together, almost individually, one by one, until he stood taunt and ready to spring in defiance against a lucid enemy with no purpose save that of being loose and slack like the thinnest of tissue paper in a torrential flood, soaked and disintegrating. It was as if he could have easily poked his finger through the thin veil of desert emptiness and felt something solid and unbending on the other side; a reality lost to his immediate senses but, nevertheless, dynamically present.
    Page 133
    Isaac remembered a singing, joyful place, smiling lips and a gentle voice. He recalled a forest and a garden glade where, now, there could only be sand and endless waste that filled every instant of his life with a desolate void. The memory was vague, long ago, gone, even forgotten. Except this… this foggy, fleeting feeling on the dim border of something that insistently pressed into his consciousness.

Chapter 21 - Stay The Hand


    Page 158
     He was pulling another device off its peg, when he heard something. Posing with his ear towards the sound and his hand about to grab a thumbnail punisher, he distinctly heard someone coming down the hall to his left.
    Leaping up he pulled his sword from its sheath and with his other hand, aimed his small one-handed but powerful TriBow weapon, then advanced in full battle mode.
    Looking down the corridor, he was stunned by what he saw. Rushing towards him coming around a corner in the littered hallway was Isaac, with two others behind him. Why was he returning to the prison from which he had just been freed?

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