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Be Still! Listen! You can hear it-it's playing for you!

Three years after meeting a spiritual stranger on the beach, our main character embarks on his own spiritual odyssey. An odyssey from which there may be no return. Experience the love and spirituality that is there for us all. Remember our time on earth is limited. We do not know how much time is left, just like we can not see how much sand is left in a painted bottle. Once again Joe Colantuoni artfully touches on the universal issues of life, death and the nature of our soul. Long after you finish reading this book you will be thinking about its meaning. And you will read it again.

The sizzle and crackle of lightning filled
my bedroom and once again I saw my
phosphorescent reflection. I took a closer
note of what I saw. My eyes appeared as
sunken hollow pits. My skin was a greenish
white. I looked pretty good if I was trying
out for a 1960’s Hammer Film version of
some schlock horror film.



Just as quickly as my room was lit, I was
again immersed in darkness. I began to
think of how the last three years of my life
sped by.



Before I could get too deeply involved in
my head, the entire house was shaken by the
rattle of thunder. The window panes
shuddered. The storm was directly over my
house. I snuggled a little closer to Annette.



The room lit up brighter than ever. A
bolt of lightning came through the window
and exited the back of the house. Once
again I saw my macabre reflection. It no
longer scared me. As I saw myself in the
mirror all aglow, I looked passed my own
reflection to the rest of the room. All the furniture took on an ominous appearance.
There appeared to be one or two shadowy
figures in the corner near the computer. The
room was once again submerged in
blackness.