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About Linden Morningstar

Linden Morningstar is the author of two beguiling and engrossing novels. His debut novel The Starlight Prophecy is a dazzling little gem of fantasy, science fiction, and horror. About an intrepid band of five women whose passionate intellect, fiery nature, and adventurous hearts unknowingly collide with an ancient alien prophecy, which thrusts them on a perilous journey to save an alien Star people; only to end up themselves trapped in the maniacal and deadly obsession of one whose only desire is to enslave them to finish his annihilation of the Star people or destroy them if they fail. Here they experience what it feels like to become something more than human, something alien, and superhuman that enthralls yet terrifies them. As an alien prophecy drives them to a shocking destiny they must accept or turn away from in terror. Linden wrote The Starlight Prophecy in celebration of the births of his five granddaughters and to immortalize them superheroines. Morningstar’s second novel Gloria Rising is a gripping psychological and supernatural novel based on real people and life events with some literary license altering details to protect the identity of the heroine, Gloria. Linden's unique experience as a hypnotherapist gives penetrating insight and psychological depth to this powerful and unsettling story about a woman terrified of going insane and desperate for help. Gloria must face and accept the horror and repressed trauma of her childhood to heal and transform her life. Her hypnotherapist, Dr. Adam Jaxon is confronted by Gloria’s baffling array of psychiatric disorders and symptoms, and dangerous sleepwalking episodes. Even more bewildering is the unexpected appearance of a heavenly presence during Gloria’s hypnotherapy sessions that claims to have come to help Gloria, watch over her, and guide Dr. Jaxon's hypnotherapy. An astounding turn of events that unnerves the usually unflappable Dr. Jaxon and forces him to reconsider his own metaphysical understanding and psychological grip on reality. Dr. Jaxon’s beliefs about reality and the nature of existence are profoundly tested and reset later when the mysterious being reveals its astonishing identity. Gloria Rising is a trailblazing psychological novel based on true events that takes you beyond the books about the intriguing multiple personalities like Sybil and The Three Faces of Eve to a living hell of indescribable terror and horror—and to something beyond that is otherworldly, which defies the principles and understanding of modern psychology and psychiatry. Linden wrote Gloria Rising as a heartfelt tribute to Gloria's heroine’s journey; to honor her courageous victory over evil, childhood abuse and trauma, and miraculous healing and transformation. He lives with his cherished wife and four cantankerous, high-maintenance, and lovable cats in southern California.

Startling Automatic Letter from “something” that calls itself the Guardian

hypnotherapy, spirit guide, spiritual, supernatural

AUTOMATIC LETTER 119

FROM THE GUARDIAN

Sunday night

Hello,

This is not Gloria’s Helper. I am Gloria’s Guardian. You asked to talk to me. It made my day! I had just come to you on my mind’s checklist; however, I have indirectly visited you before in Gloria’s dreams as an angel or a tall thin man. Something else. Understand, your work is valuable. The person doing the work is even more valuable, you. Remember the solution for long-term survival is to take it one step at a time. You’re wondering if the strain is getting to Gloria. Is she beginning to show signs of mental imbalance? No! I do not think so. Gloria has been given one rare special gift for her own use only. It is only when she cannot feel she is coping, or when she is unable to pray for herself, that she uses this gift to get help. At first she didn’t understand the value of this gift, and she used it in a commonplace way—only to wish she hadn’t. Now she is most careful in using it. It is because she asked for help that she was led to you—yes, led to you. Otherwise, she would not be here. Be not afraid! Both you and Gloria will accomplish your mission from learning together, and special blessings will be yours. As long as you can hang on, I’m hanging in there with you. Gloria is a whole book on the best traditions of survival. So are you! Why? Because two people created by God are solid proof (in your office room) that terror and the need to survive do not have to undo every virtue, such as compassion, pity, decency, loyalty and, all important, the virtue of love. Do not try to understand me—just understand that I’m briefing you to help you in this task you’ve taken on. What you are actually doing is debriefing, like combat soldiers do after a bloody battle. Remember? A hole in the ground can hardly be considered a normal human habitat. A fighter pilot who has bailed out over an island swarming with enemy troops—and lived there for several days before being rescued—will seem different to someone sleeping comfortably at home in a soft bed. In this relation, you and the person I’m talking about have a great deal in common—you are survivors. More important, you are warmhearted and human. Yes, both of you! Something to brighten your day! Chances are, today will bring great progress. Right now, it is four-twenty. How time flies when you’re having a ball. At best, Gloria’s sleep would have been fitful. At three o’clock this morning Gloria’s friend Mason died. One thing here—Gloria has made a habit of surviving the death of people she cares for by using her principle about death. Mention “the mass suicide from the reading of the Dead Sea Zealots on the eve of capture by the Romans.” It will make an impression to remind Gloria of the principle behind the survival instinct that carried her so far. The principle is, “death should not be entered like some snug harbor. Death—unless God sends for someone—should be a loud, angry refusal to surrender.” This is important to Gloria, but she does not actually know it—the principle. You mention Mason if she doesn’t; but this man died and she begins to feel a lot more today.I say, “Mason died.” I am realistic. For Gloria to say, “Mason died” means she is not feeling again. No one will make her feel sorrow, because no one knows except me and Gloria that Mason, the “bother” (not literally), she loved the most. What I tell you here must remain between us and Gloria. I am Gloria’s Guardian, and I must do what is best for her regardless of how she would look at it. I will help you also to help Gloria in other ways. I do not speak in paragraphs. I will try to talk in your language. Do not try to understand this—someday you will. Just have the faith and keep cool. “Gloria’s objective at this point is to feel with her heart,” a course of survival that will last and make history. Remember! Gloria has an important mission, and she will have all the courage needed to accomplish this mission. In this manner, I am not like Gloria’s Helper who lives mostly in the present. I can see many other things, but I cannot be used for silly things or unless called.You, Gloria and Gloria’s Helper have gone through enough to make a confirmed pessimist out of Pollyanna. Remember! The thing to fear is lack of knowledge. Ask! It will be no big problem—the Guardian will help. You are very close to a quantum leap forward and to Gloria’s goal of becoming a whole being. Suggestions to start with are: Mason’s death; Speaking in Tongues; Patti; Margaret; and Susan. Use your own talent; you will know best as you go along. Call on me first, in your sessions with Gloria, if you wish—the Guardian. Remember! Love conquers all! This is reality—love! Don’t forget the grey house. Good luck!

The Guardian

 NOTE:

The Guardian’s sudden and profound presence, and instant omniscient involvement in Gloria’s therapy, was mystifying and, yes, frightening to say the least; yet in all reality it turned what might have been weeks, if not months, of hard therapeutic work breaking through Gloria’s psychic numbing, hopelessness, and despair into an exciting get-acquainted session between us. As a result, Gloria’s faith, hope, and optimism were unaccountably reborn while my solid grip on what I thought was reality suddenly shifted towards a greater and unknown reality.

Could I possibly be in contact with an otherworldly spirit? The unfathomable question sent shivers up and down my spine. Was I talking to a ghost or spiritual being who claimed only to be LOVE and Gloria’s deceased husband? What did that mean? I tried to do a reality check but came up with no answers. I was sailing into supernatural and uncharted territory without a sensible compass or a map. And as I thoughtfully stepped into this strange spiritual world, I wondered where it would take me.

Adam Jaxon

A Profound array of the Guardian’s Reflections on Healing Gloria

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When she remembers everything, then she will be able to reach her potential. They will come to a certain point and have to make up their mind, either experiences are going to be of help or hindrance.

I guess you realize by now her mind was raped. The work is tedious but the unconscious needs to remember details to cleanse the mind. It’s a wonder both the conscious and unconscious haven’t been in a state hospital.

There will be knowledge made known that will be of interest to you and that will add to your love of life. The person you are helping will have important knowledge for you as well. I wish you an uplifted feeling to help you along today—to follow your talent. Do not get discouraged. Good contact is being made; so is increased awareness. Bear in mind, I pose no threat to you. I’m detached from rivalry or anything of that sort.

Mere consciousness is not awareness. Consciousness is of the physical brain while awareness is of the mind—this is part of the soul. Thinking and working out problems has to do with consciousness. Inner knowing—telling me that I am and I, too, exist—this awareness is the link to God, the Creator.

Letters are good too, creating a lot of tension while at same time, bringing the whole thing to a head.

What you sense in your heart and feel in your conscience must be the greatest part of your training. You must have confidence of your experience. If people only were not so afraid, such abundant unconscious resources could be put to use for progress. People are still groping in the ‘Dark Ages’ where limited conscious beliefs trap them in a microscopic box of awareness—unaware of what lies beyond, what is possible.

There will be times when you want to just walk away from it and forget the whole business. Don’t! Stick with it. When you look back on it, you will be amazed at the progress made. I will guide your efforts and Gloria’s efforts.

My role is to bring you knowledge so you have the assurance and confidence you need for the work ahead of you to help Gloria reach her full potential as a human being. My job is enjoyable, a work of love and pleasure. To see two human beings become as greatly as they can be is certainly not a duty. I stand for faith, hope, charity, and love—the good things in life. You could call me a good influence. I create love and blessings.

Gloria and Gloria’s Helper are to help themselves, first of all. If they did not want to help themselves, I couldn’t help at all. What they or you get confused about, or threatens you or them, then I am able to step in by feelings of love, nature and blessings to enable you back to an optimistic nature. Instead of your being pessimistic, I help you see the truth, the reality of things, not pessimism. I have to leave you in comfort and encouraged—couldn’t leave you depressed and discouraged, then I would fail. You see the whole thing has been an optimistic act. So what we have done is an act of procreation and love. We all stuck together so Gloria didn’t commit suicide. There was always someone to pick us up. That’s how we work together as ONE.

Understand my work is important; but if the person I am sent to help refuses to acknowledge me, or to help themselves, I eventually withdraw. However, I do not intrude nor pose a threat. I only come when a person is open for help. For example, I have another mission I am working on—a desperate man who called out for help. Regrettably, he’s a stubborn old alcoholic who has thrown his good life away and now resists my guidance, love, and blessings. My power to help is limited by what a human being is willing to give me. I am afraid in this case I might fail. A pity.

The Starlight Prophecy: Aagaatar’s treachery

fantasy

Chapter 19 (pgs.119-120)

LYN LAY NAKED curled in a fetal position, a bag of skin and bones devoid of consciousness. She was bereft of humanity, comatose-like, drifting in and out of a deep state of unconsciousness, and desperately trying to awaken and remember who or what she was. Alone, she probed a nebulous madness that stripped her of self. She fought a devastating drug-induced coma and amnesia when she abruptly roused.

“What’s happening?

“Where am I?

“Who am I?”

She struggled to find a way back to herself and life. Panic engulfed

her. I lost control—

Control of what? What was it?

A condition of chaotic nonexistence ensnared her. A psychic void of

pitch-blackness—suffocating eternal blackness—only the dead know.

Then emotionally charged memories swirled into her perception—

. . . A mommy breastfeeding a baby . . . a child swinging across the

blue sky on a backyard swing . . . two older sisters laughing and singing,

“Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes we all fall

down!” . . . the fallen consumed by the Black Plague . . .

. . . First love at 16 lost to a best friend . . . a young girl’s heart

broken . . . a boyfriend singing, “Who’s your daddy, who’s your daddy?”

knowing how much she loves her Daddy . . .

. . . a valedictorian speaks out for world peace . . . sultry jade eyes,

brimming with life; closed by merciless cancer . . . secret dreams crushed .

. . a young woman seeks adventure . . . terror . . . terror . . . terror . . .

Controlling images and emotions seized her.

What did it all mean?

What did she lose control of?

What was it?

It struck her, like the sickening bounce of a suicide off concrete. “My mind, my mind!” she screamed. “Oh my God, I’ve lost my mind.” Lyn cried like a baby. She could not remember her name as the emptiness she tried to climb out of closed in around her, leaving her lost in Aagaatar’s house of horrors.

She wrestled to hold onto the wreckage of her mind when blurred faces appeared. She saw an intriguing mouth without a face come closer; it said, “We are Stargirls.” Confused and weak, she mumbled, “S-S-Star—“ and collapsed, while the Stargirls sat like ghosts nearby, imprisoned in their own hell—oblivious to her plight and Aagaatar’s treachery.

 

Gloria Rising: Law of Nature revealed by the Guardian

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“When you grow to full potential, you can see every person, race as a person. You have enough compassion, enough grasp of good and bad; at the core you can reach the good in even the worst person—more you give to others, more you get, the Law of Nature.”

-Guardian

The Stargirls meet Lord God Aagaatar

fantasy

Jill mutely stood in the background transfixed by the size and appearance of Aagaatar, who appeared ten feet tall. He was a eunuch, with two powerful arms—one human, the other a horrendous looking black claw. His hulking, muscular body was a brilliant green with bold black streaks. A misshapen predator, she thought, perhaps a product of genetics gone amiss.

Red antennae that bristled at their torment crowned his massive head. His face was bizarrely humanoid, except for his large insect eyes. Protruding from his massive chest were teeth sharp ripsaw that viciously snapped. Jill cringed at the whirring sound . . . imagining it ripping and tearing flesh . . . made to tear a body apart while his soulless black eyes stared through her. A hellish adversary she shuddered involuntarily.

Aagaatar’s acidic voice startled her. “You are my servants sent to fulfill my Final Solution.” He raised his black claw and the Golden Star materialized. “The power of the Universe—naively delivered to me by misguided puppets. When I’m through with you, you will regret you were ever born—” But before he finished, a deadhead collided with Lyn. She saw blood oozing through her sleeve.

“Come, children of Aagaatar, let me show you the fruit of your malignant planet.” He waved his black claw and blinding light descended around them; they vanished. Lyn lost sight of the others while the light swirled around her. Her mind stretched like a rubber band until she felt it would snap—she lost consciousness.

.

 

Dr. Adam Jaxon introduces the mysterious Guardian

spirit guide, supernatural

 

“… Yet, I never imagined ghosts in my house, let alone a wise ethereal presence talking to me as if we were old friends, until I met Gloria. And now that confounding reality was sitting in front of me. Before you experience Gloria rising from dark evil places, I wish to immerse you in the eerie world of the Guardian and the unbelievable impact the Guardian had on me and Gloria’s therapy. Only then will you experience, understand and appreciate the greatness of her ascent.

Gloria took to hypnosis like a zealous skydiver jumping off Mount Everest from dizzying heights into an abyss. In this respect, she was fearless. She loved my arm levitation induction which resembled a magician’s sleight of hand, except it was real magic that took Gloria time traveling into her sordid past and on higher astral voyages.

The hypnotic arm levitation was well suited for Gloria’s need to experience catalepsy and deep trance where Gloria’s Helper and I could do our work, and it was necessary to reach the Guardian’s higher vibration of energy and reality.

In the beginning, I would hold her right wrist very, very gently and lift slightly almost imperceptibly with just the slight suggestion the arm was levitating. I enhanced the effect by the slight movement of the arm this way or that until her arm levitated by itself. Invariably, this led to a deep trance and communication with Gloria’s Helper.

In the process I would later discover if I simply lifted her arm higher, this triggered my contact with the Guardian. The Guardian from the start would speak through Gloria’s voice without the theatrics of a split personality. It was Gloria’s voice but not Gloria. Through the course of her therapy the Guardian would only appear if called on—never intrusive, only offering support, encouragement, and omniscient insight and understanding into Gloria’s emotional disturbance. In case you have forgotten, I must remind you that the Guardian was Gloria’s deceased husband, Greyson, a shocking fact that even I had a hard time wrapping my mind around.

Nevertheless, I am pleased to present the channeled messages from the Guardian that encompass and enlighten Gloria’s therapy. The Guardian’s messages were fascinating, thought provoking and decisive to the success of Gloria’s therapy. Some messages towards the end were answers to my questions about the Guardian’s nature and being—bold and blunt questions that challenged his reality and who he claimed to be. I probed whether the Guardian was a dissociated or split personality of Gloria’s personality, questions my lifetime of scientific training and rational mind forced me ask. Nonetheless, I felt self-conscious as if I were questioning the Wizard of Oz hiding behind a curtain.

The Guardian’s responses were always lighthearted, humorous, unoffending, and illuminating as you will see. The Guardian’s words and profound messages often made my mind whirl with astonishment and wonder. In the beginning the Guardian’s messages were terse until the Guardian could take full control of Gloria’s body and then the messages became grander as long as Gloria’s energy could sustain them.”

Dr. Adam Jaxon

Here are some select quotes from the Guardian about its spiritual mission.

“If you do not believe in Gloria—she’s sensitive—it would do her harm.”

“Something you have to know—Gloria is developing a great respect for what you are teaching her. I am determined to take care of her. She must rely on it—an outlook she can get from the reassurance that will flow through her from within.”

“A swift dart of memory and she will recall how she has again closed herself against pain. Gloria’s Helper must be made to peer into a time of loss without anguish. It has to come from this source, Gloria’s Helper, to be of any help – the dates—November 26 and November 27. I will help.”

“No cause for alarm! My work is not your work. Gloria’s progress is based on the therapy of your concern, devotion, and skill. I merely try to help.”

“Must remind you that Gloria and Gloria’s Helper have acquired more in her life span than many of us ever do. Something sustained her—a philosophy, a way of life much simpler than any we might practice here; and because it is and was so simple, it may be that it was more advanced—it got her through horrors most do not live through.”

“Gloria’s Helper is an inner source who leads her to beautiful thoughts and peaceful places, while I seem to have a source and give her an intuition that tells her whatever she needs to know.”

 

Inside Gloria Rising the Guardian Speaks

spirit guide, supernatural

“If you do not believe in Gloria—she’s sensitive—it would do her harm.

Something you have to know—Gloria is developing a great

respect for what you are teaching her. I am determined to take care of her.

She must rely on it—an outlook she can get from the reassurance that will

flow through her from within.

A swift dart of memory and she will recall how she has again closed

herself against pain. Gloria’s Helper must be made to peer into a time of

loss without anguish. It has to come from this source, Gloria’s Helper, to

be of any help – the dates—November 26 and November 27. I will help.

No cause for alarm! My work is not your work. Gloria’s progress is

based on the therapy of your concern, devotion, and skill. I merely try to

help.

Must remind you that Gloria and Gloria’s Helper have acquired more

in her life span than many of us ever do. Something sustained her—a philosophy,

a way of life much simpler than any we might practice here; and

because it is and was so simple, it may be that it was more advanced—it got

her through horrors most do not live through.

Gloria’s Helper is an inner source who leads her to beautiful thoughts

and peaceful places, while I seem to have a source and give her an intuition

that tells her whatever she needs to know.

Something to make you think: Gloria has not reached the turning

point yet. She has only had a small glimpse at the core of the problem

which resulted in a depression; so do not make the mistake of not probing

further. The therapy must keep her going forward.

Because it would hurt too much to think about things she had managed

to wrap up the biggest part of her life in healing self-induced amnesia,

she buried it all in the back of her memory. When I tried to reach her and

failed, I knew the griefs of childhood persist where others fade. Inside the

woman talking so calmly in a polite tone is a small child who has never

been given love, never has known why, and has carried a lifelong burden of

guilt and rejection because of the horrors that came with the people who

entered that life. It is all complicated but it will fall into place. Do not make

the mistake of thinking it will be easily done—but it will be done!

Gloria is receptive to healing treatments which attract harmonious

vibrations into her life. Sometimes she forgets this until a need arises. Such is

this day! For two days now she has pushed off reality deliberately. I can do no

more than to say to you that two harmonious energies will always be better

than one; two spiritual seekers may accomplish anything. You will literally be

able to refashion, reshape and get reality to be harmonious with Gloria’s life.”

“… There are those who have been ill, or in misfortune for so long,

that they are afraid to get well; yet those are the ones who would become

far happier than others who have not been fortified by trials. Such is this

case. Be an open channel for love—the main ingredient—for then a healing

will automatically take place.”

“Regard a mistake as an experience, not as darkness but as dawn.”

“A failure conquered is a lesson in life.”

“I remind you that the problem of tomorrow cannot be solved without

the experience of today.”

“This world is really blind—hypnosis was quackery, the first operation,

and the development of ether—everything has to have a first start.”

“Gloria’s very weak, but she is not insane. Do not be alarmed by what

she says.”

 The Guardian

A Peek at Gloria Rising

hypnotherapy, supernatural

“… Yet, I never imagined ghosts in my house, let alone a wise ethereal presence talking to me as if we were old friends, until I met Gloria. And now that confounding reality was sitting in front of me. Before you experience Gloria rising from dark evil places, I wish to immerse you in the eerie world of the Guardian and the unbelievable impact the Guardian had on me and Gloria’s therapy. Only then will you experience, understand and appreciate the greatness of her ascent.”

Dr. Adam Jaxon

The Stargirls swept away by a wedge of Black Death

fantasy

Chapter 12, pg. 67-68

Ali shouted, “What in God’s name!” pointing to the ocean horizon where a colossal object hovered.

Lyn screeched, “Jill, toss me your phone. I want to call a friend at NORAD,” but before she could, a terrific boom shook the beach. Involuntarily, she turned toward the deafening sound, stunned by what she saw. The object, now clearly in view, moved closer to the shoreline. It hovered thousands of feet above them, rotating counterclockwise on its axis. Awed, she tilted her head back. Her jaw dropped, and she gaped at the translucent object—a red, ethereal, whirling entity in the white-blue sky, emitting fantastic bursts of energy. A mushroom cloud materialized over the object, forming a massive anvil thunder dome. The thing she thought, at a loss for words, gyrated faster and faster, glowing bright reddish-orange. Pulses of energy surged into the sky and sizzling and cracking lightning struck the ground, causing her hair to stand on end and spark. The Pacific Coast Highway’s sandstone cliffs moved from the force of the sonic boom, causing huge landslides that buried everything. Lyn screamed, “Mad, what’s going on?”

“All I know is that super cell looks deadly,” she replied, as a violent gust of wind bent them over. The sky turned to night as the object’s red glow created a shaft of light that pierced the ocean, causing it to boil. Three bluish-white tornados appeared curling and twisting like poisonous snakes, heading for the beach. Mad let out a shriek, “Get out of here.”

Lyn yelled, “Run for the cottage.”

Mad screamed, “No, take the jeep; we’ll escape south like the birds.” Lyn fumbled and dropped the keys. She grabbed them and slid into the driver’s seat. Jill rode shotgun, and the rest squeezed into the back. Torrential rain beat down as Lyn barreled off the driveway, driving like a maniac. She turned south along the shoreline. Mad glanced back and gasped. The sky turned greenish black as a massive wedge tornado touched down, annihilating everything. Cars, people, and million-dollar homes hurtled through the air as a rescue copter crashed. “Faster… faster or we’re dead!” Mad shrieked. Lyn squinted through blinding rain, as baseball-size hail crashed down. They screamed until their voices gave out, “Go . . . go . . . go.” The jeep hit a rut that blew a front tire, ripping the wheel from her hands, causing the jeep to veer and flip over. Shaken, they helped each other out of the jeep. Jill glowered at the flat tire and said, “Let’s make a run for it.” Mad looked back. “It’s too late.” They hugged goodbye and turned to face their fate. Holding hands, heads high, they courageously faced the wedge of Black Death that swept them away—