Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Earth Sentinels: The Storm Creators - Shaman Elizabeth Herrera Blog Tour

Earth Sentinels: The Storm Creators

by Shaman Elizabeth Herrera
Visionary Fiction, 270 pages, ISBN-13: 978-0990349204, Published May 18, 2014

book description
A fallen angel somberly observes the world being destroyed by mankind’s greed, corruption and indifference. Realizing drastic measures are needed, he begins searching the globe for people who might join his quest to save the planet.

He finds 17-year-old Zachary, whose family’s organic farm is being ruined by fracking; Haruto, living in Fukushima, Japan, where the nuclear meltdown is raging out of control; Mahakanta, a cotton farmer in India, who used GMO seeds with devastating results; the Amazonian tribe members, Conchita and her father, Pahtia, fighting against intruders illegally tearing down their rainforest; and the Bear Claw First Nation Tribe who are dealing with an unstoppable oil spill that is ruining their traditional hunting grounds.

Using supernatural powers, the Earth Sentinels grab the world’s attention, but as the events unfold and countries retaliate, the characters are forced to question their motives and listen to their hearts.

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How distracted did I get?
Earth Sentinels: The Storm Creators is an interesting spiritual story.  The book is different than most I usually read.  It's thought provoking, educational and entertaining all at the same time.  At first I was confused with all the pov's but they are brought together as the story continues.  The characters time in the spiritual world is fascinating and I love all the interactions as it happens individually and as a group.The author led us through exciting and riveting journey right the very end! I loved the extra touch of romance at the end too!
I give Earth Sentinels

5 Baskets!!!

Haruto’s Choice
Haruto was meditating in the garden. A breeze carried the sweet scent of yellow roses in full bloom.
The Voice whispered to her, “Haruto, who have you been listening to?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, perplexed.
“The lightning strikes…the dead men,” the Voice stated. “These were not loving acts.”
“I had to do something!” she responded indignantly.
She bitterly ruminated that the government did not fully comprehend the damage caused by the ongoing Fukushima disaster. Right after the meltdown first occurred, the politicians proposed building a new nuclear plant, relinquishing the idea only after massive protests by the Japanese people. Rebuild? Had they learned nothing from history? She recalled the United States dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War II. Nine years later, the US accidentally radiated a Japanese fishing boat while testing a hydrogen bomb in the Pacific. The fishermen returned to shore, developed acute radiation sickness and sold their contaminated fish. In an effort to mend fences, President Eisenhower compensated the fishermen, then built the nuclear reactor in Fukushima. The president dubbed the gift, “Atoms for Peace.”
She wondered, What could possibly be going through their minds? What draws Japan to nuclear catastrophes like a moth to a flame? What karmic lessons are they doomed to repeat, over and over again, until they learn from their mistakes?
“Still examining the darkness, Little One?” the Voice asked.
“No! I’m done. We will fix this problem and put an end to this stupidity!” Haruto declared.
“Ask yourself if what you are doing is loving.”
“It’s loving to the planet,” she countered.
The Voice suggested, “Why don’t we visit the shoreline near the nuclear plant?”
Haruto agreed. Instantly, her spirit floated over the beach viewing the bloated whale, shark, dolphin and fish carcasses. The stench was overpowering. She gagged, desperate to get away, but then noticed spiritual essences rising out of the marine mammals and fish, swimming happily in the air around her. Haruto’s long, black hair streamed in an invisible current and her clothes billowed as if she were under water. The playful dolphin spirits frolicked through the mystical sea while sharks circled above the slow-moving, gigantic whales. Fish darted in schools around her. Haruto embraced the love and unity among their souls, feeling her heart soar until she glimpsed the nuclear plant. The sight caused her joy to screech to a halt.
The Voice advised her, “It’s your choice. Which do you prefer to see?”
Haruto beheld the spirits swimming around her, then studied the nuclear plant again. She became enraged watching the steam rise off the boiling sea while workers in bio-hazard suits moved about the facilities. “It’s not right! They can’t do this!” she yelled clenching her fists.
The spirits faded away. Haruto found herself once again sitting in the garden. She immediately regretted letting her emotions take over, shouting, “I chose wrongly!” The Voice spoke to her, but Haruto couldn’t hear It, her mind was filled with too much anger and regret. She felt utterly alone until she remembered the spirit guides who might be able to help her.
Breathing deeply, she closed her eyes, letting her spirit roam free. Clouds rolled in. The dragon appeared, examining her with his golden eyes.
“Ah, I see you have returned. Very well, follow me.” The dragon led the way, guiding her to the samurai soldiers, crone and priestess sitting around the fire pit.
All the spirits, except for the crone, stood to bow, pleased to see the Miko again. Haruto returned the bow.
The crone heckled, “Back again, heh?”
The priestess motioned for Haruto to join them by the fire. “Tell us what is on your mind.”
Haruto confided, “I’m frustrated. I do not understand why my desire to heal a disaster is having such a negative response.”
“There’s nothing wrong with trying to help. It’s how and why you do it that matters. Learn how to love the spirit behind these events and the events will respond to your love, transforming themselves.”
“Let me ask you this, ‘How can the nuclear disaster be fixed?’”
The priestess smiled. “That is easy. Forgive it. Through forgiveness, you reinforce our oneness, our perfection, and refuse to be deceived by outward appearances.”
Haruto felt her resistance to this advice welling up. How she wished she could let her anger go.
“Remember, you are never angry for the reason you think you are…” the priestess said as her voice faded away.

Everything went black. Haruto opened her eyes. The sun was setting. The garden walls cast long shadows across the ground. It was growing cold. She followed the path back to the temple. A wooden dragon head that hung from the roof stared as she passed below.

Shaman Elizabeth Herrera is a healer, poet, activist and author who writes life-changing books. Her stories encourage people to stretch outside their comfort zones and reexamine their own beliefs. 
Elizabeth was raised in a Christian home, but lost her faith in her early twenties. For over a decade, she searched for something to fill the void, eventually discovering Native American spirituality (shamanism). Through this spiritual practice, she unexpectedly became a catalyst for healing and miracles. These events led her back to a belief in a higher power.
Her great-grandfather was a full-blooded Apache, who raised her father. She was fortunate to know her great-grandfather. He smuggled sugar and flour from Mexico into Texas, exchanged gunfire with Texas Rangers and crossed paths with Pancho Villa.
She is the author of Shaman Stone SoupDreams of Dying and Earth Sentinels. Born and raised in Michigan, she now lives in North Carolina with her family.

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