The Heart of the Bear, The Place of the Springs & The Stone Heart Turtle People

The Stone Heart Turtle People:

Book One: The Place of the Springs

 

You’ll support my ongoing work as a writer and become a cherished patron, when you purchase my recently completed mythic memoir/novel, which is based on my personal journey into full shamanic consciousness. It is now being circulated to literary agents and publishers for consideration.

Like all artist/writers, I need patrons! This is especially true right now, as the full manuscript for The Stone Heart Turtle People is being offered to literary agents and publishers. You’ll become a cherished patron when you purchase this special three-part, first limited edition (250 copies), illustrated version of The Place of the Springs, the first part of the overall tale, in downloadable format! 

My writing style combines fact, fiction, history, imagination, myth and shamanic vision to allow my fictional/alter ego narrator, in the person of eccentric Indigo Shaughnessy, to tell “the whole truth” of her story.

 This special patron’s edition of the book contains many original full color artworks of mine that will very likely not be available in the eventual paperback version, some of which are also available as fine giclee prints.

Upon purchase, you’ll be directed to a link where you can download the entire book. Your purchase also gives you access to Scarlet’s occasional blogs about the process of continuing Indigo’s saga in Book Two: The Heart of the Bear.

SYNOPSIS

After sharing stories from her childhood in which she experiences mysterious visions of a “time before time began,” she confronts what she perceives as something very nebulous, but very wrong with the world in which she lives. She chronicles much of her effort to understand what’s going on in her world in “The Complaints,” a series of stories she writes in her journal about disturbing  events she must face and somehow deal with. During this part of her life, the brief visionary flashes of the “other world” that she has always experienced begin presenting themselves to her as parts of a sequential, coherent myth. While this shift is initially triggered by terror during a traumatic event, Indigo gradually learns to consciously enter and leave at will the states of consciousness within which the myth is unfolding in a reality that seems to run parallel to that of her life in the physical world. Yet when she is unable to answer a terrible question put to her during an intense vision mysteriously induced by an encounter with a huge bear in the coastal forest, she becomes so distraught that she shuts down her receptivity to her visionary life, and this part of her story concludes with her telling us that “Flash after flash of the painful incidents of my teen years appeared before me, paralyzing me. I realized that although I had occasionally shed tears of frustration over those incidents, I had never shed tears for the terrible, aching pain they had caused me. I fell to my knees, then lay myself upon the earth, moaning, arms outstretched in a hopeless attempt to embrace Her, seeking comfort from She who is the Mother of All That Is; from She whose visions and dreams had sustained me through those terrible years; from She who I believed was lost to me now, for I had known that my heart’s answer to the Serpent’s question was “Yes,” but had lacked the courage to speak it. It wasn’t until Billy asked me if I was OK that I realized the terrible sound echoing through the forest was the sound of my own keening.”

 


“Scarlet’s tale is truly riveting!” 

. . . and her storytelling technique is so gripping that I could not stop reading once I got started. The writing itself is richly beautiful and evocative, and the shamanic spirit that permeates her entire book gives it more force and power than ordinary memoirs. Reading it is an enriching experience on both the conscious and unconscious levels. I highly recommend it.

Nancy R.  PENNSYLVANIA

“Scarlet’s writing is nonordinary!” 

. . . Having been thrust into another dimension by a profound shamanic initiation, she walks in two worlds and her telling of these realities, whether in words or by brush, is always experiential.”

Deborah M.  MAINE

EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER TWO: I SAY IT’S ALL TRUE!

“I’m a fifth generation Irish-American-Catholic female who was born and raised in a small coastal village in Downeast Maine. I live on that coast today. Although American to the bone, it seems that I nevertheless carry in my blood, or in my genes, two most unusual gifts from my lost ancestors: the ability to remember back through time to certain mythic events belonging to our shared and distant past, and a certain peculiar awareness of events that are simultaneously taking place in realities other than those which are shaping my own personal experience in physical reality at various moments in time. I believe that those ancestral gifts are largely responsible for my having become able to see, hear, and interact with the shamanic energies and archetypes inhabiting the part of Maine’s stone coast on which I walk.
“Let me explain. Sometimes, while the most mundane event is taking place…say, for example, you’re walking to school beneath the towering canopy of giant elms that line the streets of your little town, thinking of the dreaded algebra test you must face as soon as you arrive there, when suddenly you see, as though through a veil, hundreds of ravens flying west, darting in and out of the gracefully whispering leaves, their wings beating like distant drums, and they’re singing the most incredibly beautiful song, calling to you to follow them. Well, what would you do? Take the algebra test or follow those ravens into a marvelous adventure in some distant reality, far removed from the solid earth upon which you reluctantly tread towards certain mathematical disaster?”

ABSTRACT OF PART ONE: In The Beginning
In this installment Indigo shares stories from her childhood with you. During this part of her life Indigo begins questioning the validity of “consensus reality,” experiences snatches of shamanic vision related to the myth that is woven into the tales within the book, and  first encounters the magical energies of coastal Maine’s “places of springs,” as she and her beloved cousin, Little Deer, wander downeast Maine’s coastal forests and coastline.
ABSTRACT OF PART TWO: The Complaints

In this installment, Indigo confronts  what she perceives as something very nebulous, but very wrong with the world in which she lives. She chronicles much of her effort to understand what’s going on in her world in “The Complaints,” a series of stories she writes in her journal about disturbing  events she must face and somehow deal with. During this part of her life, the brief visionary flashes of the “other world” that she has always experienced begin presenting themselves to her as parts of a sequential, coherent myth. While this shift is initially triggered by terror during a traumatic event, Indigo gradually learns to consciously enter and leave at will the states of consciousness within which the myth is unfolding in a reality that seems to run parallel to that of her life in the physical world. Yet when she is unable to answer a terrible question put to her during an intense vision mysteriously induced by an encounter with a huge bear in the coastal forest, she becomes so distraught that she shuts down her receptivity to her visionary life, and this part of her story concludes with her telling us that “Flash after flash of the painful incidents of my teen years appeared before me, paralyzing me. I realized that although I had occasionally shed tears of frustration over those incidents, I had never shed tears for the terrible, aching pain they had caused me. I fell to my knees, then lay myself upon the earth, moaning, arms outstretched in a hopeless attempt to embrace Her, seeking comfort from She who is the Mother of All That Is; from She whose visions and dreams had sustained me through those terrible years; from She who I believed was lost to me now, for I had known that my heart’s answer to the Serpent’s question was “Yes,” but had lacked the courage to speak it. It wasn’t until Billy asked me if I was OK that I realized the terrible sound echoing through the forest was the sound of my own keening.”