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41 " In pain and loss, we can find either meaning, or hopelessness. The choice is ours.How we see things, how we interpret them, how we emotionally react;these call more of the same into our lives. We build a world for ourselves out of what we believe.And how we choose to respond.Whether we let it take us under,or rise to meet it.- From “The Soul Hides in Shadows”, a novel by Edward Fahey "
― Edward Fahey
42 " As unprincipled billionaires bought up all forms of media so as to ensure their grip on the gullible; as popular radio mouths grew wealthy spewing hatred; ordinary citizens learned to look elsewhere for truth.Weaker spirits followed along as small-minded preachers told them to hate gays. They let news commentators tell them to hate Muslims; let their Imams tell them to hate Westerners.It was really all the same. That which stirs the heart may stir it from any direction; for or against any cause. High or low; meaningless or vital; the heart flits from passion to passion, and the weaker man follows aimlessly.- From "The Soul Hides in Shadows "
― Edward Fahey , The Soul Hides in Shadows
43 " In that moment Paulette stepped outside anything that had ever hurt her before. Harve needed her more than she needed herself.But she had nothing to say. Nothing to offer him. She came up empty.“I may not have shot any of those babies in safety seats, but I took out my share o’ guys in a country I started thinking we had no right bein’ in. I could tell myself they’d signed up for it, knowing they might not go home, but that just didn’t cut it after a while.” …… “Oh, they were scumbags, alright. Other guys in my unit’d be ready to just level the kids too, cause they were getting in our way, but I said, Wait. Let me try goin’ in first. Let me come at ’em from the rear.“Other times I just lost myself in the righteous glory of cluster bombing the hell outa those bastards.“And for that one moment, in all the cheering and explosions it’s like all was right with the world. It was John Phillip Sousa at Disneyland.“But then you wake up a little. You just snuffed out future generations. Maybe bad guys can have good kids if you let ’em. We’ll never know now.”He was coming close to crying.“And then you see all those pieces; kid parts lying everywhere.“And their little faces.“If they even still had faces.“Once you finish throwing up, and then toss back a few at camp pub, your next job is to find something inside you that you can bury that under.“And then … what? Just go on living?”- From “The Gardens of Ailana "
― Edward Fahey , The Gardens of Ailana
44 " One person reaches his hand only to slap someone down. The other reaches out to lift him up. One slams doors while the other opens them. One digs ever deeper into his anxiety, his fears, and his anger; while the other digs deeper into courage.“It can be springtime in one heart while winter in another. Even as these two may be standing right next to each other, one feels the fresh budding life of a new springtime while the other suffers only the harsh, cracking iciness of endless winter."- From "The Soul Hides in Shadows "
45 " That time had come to be known as “The Great Madness of ’16”.A miracle of unholiness when the people rose up,demanding their own annihilation in the most unconscionable ways possible,each stage more degrading than its predecessor.“The Great Madness of ’16”;when the voices of ignorance roared. "
46 " Joan told her, “Knock it off, Marsh; you don’t always have to be such a putz.”Marsha, still leaning onto the sink, told them, “You guys and your always-must-make-nice crap. “Mincing around with your damned fresh coffee, playing Little Miss Nicey-Poo alla time. The charming hostess with all her non-threatening jokes, never hurting anyone’s feelings. Sitting around trying to sort out the karmic implications of sneezing on the burglar who just shot your dog. Fuck it! Some things you just can’t Om away.”Clarice’s smile had frozen in place, but her eyes belied her terror. She didn’t understand what was going on, but tried to calm the waters anyway. “You send out love; you get love back,” she said.Marsha finally turned toward them all, and it wasn’t pretty. “Great. You can put that on a Hallmark card and feed it to the goats.” She turned toward Paulette.Paulette said nothing. She didn’t dare look too deeply inside this rabid anti-Christian standing before her. She was horrified that she might find herself looking back.- From “The Gardens of Ailana” handbook for healers & mystics "
47 " Wherever pockets of humanity wander meek and lost; where citizens are seen as merely sheep to be herded; we will always find those who feast on lamb. Where barricades are raised against man’s hunger for truth, we will always find mindless brutality.Wherever individuality, the mind, and the truth are held back; where lives are lived in empty conformity; there will be many who ache, but who know not what for.- From “The Soul Hides in Shadows "
48 " That time had come to be known as “The Great Madness of ’16”.A miracle of unholiness when the people rose up,demanding their own annihilation in the most unconscionable ways possible,each stage more degrading than its predecessor.“The Great Madness of ’16”;when the voices of ignorance roared.- From “The Soul Hides in Shadows” by Edward Fahey "
49 " I no more try to outline the world and lives of the characters in my books than I would attempt to outline my own life. These guys live and breathe. I have had readers tell me they dream about them. I just start a few "fictional" characters going, and then watch how they develop and reveal their own lives. Fully prepared to lose a few of them along the way, move scenes and chapters around, and head off to explore something they themselves find suddenly interesting.I do not keep catalogs of notes on them because that may be confining and force them into cubbyholes they do not want to stay in. There are many layers and twists through each of our lives and personalities, and if this cannot be said of those who live in books, then these book people have not come fully alive.If I am not startled and thrilled every few chapters by a sudden blast of "Wow! I did NOT see THAT coming!", then I do not see how readers could find these stories anywhere near as exciting and full of surprises as they always have.I thrill to going back from the beginning to rewrite everything because someone has just popped in who shakes everything loose. And when I reach the end of first draft, I fool myself if I pretend to know what the story is about, or where it will be taking us. The characters are just getting warmed up.- Edward Fahey "
50 " An awkward, irregular moon, like a squeezed-out teardrop, or something caught while falling, hung frozen in place over Paulette.Trees whispered, though she saw none of them stirring. She felt her deeper heart calling....... Her eyes ceded control, opening to those pulsing glows and darting spheres that had been greeting her recent nights in the woods. ... High noon was for those who could only see “stuff.” Night was for those of a more magical nature. For those who loved mystery. Beyond the world of dense physical forms is a realm that flows everywhere unbroken.Whatever these lights were, they thrived in that world. One of the glowing forms drew closer now, almost as though taking a look at her. But then almost immediately it moved on again; going about its business, whatever that might have been.Paulette thought of Mary. Perhaps the only person she had ever truly loved. Can the spirit of someone released too soon from life wander the forest? Is that what these were; were they spirits? Could Mary’s be wandering happy somewhere until her time came and her place in Heaven was ready for her?If there even was a Heaven.If there was a God who cared and understood; who let you in even after you had taken your own life.“Oh God, if you exist,” Paulette prayed in passionate silence, “Please give sweet Mary a rest.”One tree stirred, and one tree only.- From "The Gardens of Ailana "
