Thymeline – Overview

Overview

Where else to begin than at the beginning of time itself. In fact, this book really begins before the beginning of time. Set in a part of the Galaxy that has never been explored before. In one quadrant that has been known to have much electrical energy. It is here that Jem and his Angels and band of Ancients come to settle.

In order for Jem to become creator, he must prepare himself, his Angels and Ancients to take on the archetypes that create His new world of Narramine. There is much to do and he has but one main helper to do the behind the scenes work that will help Jem get his project begun. Oephelia is his right hand Angel who works tirelessly for any of Jem’s commands. Then there are the two mischief makers – Dee and Zee who stop at nothing to create major and minor havoc in Jem’s new realm. It befalls to Oephelia to make sure that they behave themselves at all times, even though this seems like a lost cause. in reality, Dee and Zee are two of Jem’s most avid supporters

After the time of Jem’s awakening, most of the others begin to awaken as well. Jem is excited by this and calls Oephelia to organise a welcoming party for the gathering. It all starts well until another unexpected guest arrives.

What will become of this unexpected and unplanned Angel? Not only has he disrupted the gathering, he has thrown the numbers into chaos and become the thirteenth Angel. Such a bad number when all had been so meticulously planned for this auspicious occasion.

I invite you to come and read more exerts of this book, the first in the Thymeline series to see how it grows. I have it all planned, like Jem had everything planned. Down to the last word of the book. Let’s see what takes place with Jem and his Narramine. Follow him as he creates, and is tormented by an unexpected turn of events that show him as a vengeful and forthright God in his new realm.

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All About Jem

Jem is my lovable and favourite characters who just loves to jump in and out of different times as far as languages are concerned. One minute he will be in the times of the Old Middle Ages, and the next he will be twinkling along in the current times. It is the word, as far as he is concerned. The word is everything. The word is what was at the beginning. It is the closing argument. It is the whole of everything that matters. it is what it is. Well, simply – I.

Jem is my leader, my hero, my friend, my confidante and so much more. He is as old as the oldest star in the oldest galaxy in the oldest universe. Or is it the other way around? I always am confused regarding galaxies and universes. As near as i can fathom, a galaxy is within a universe which is somehow within a cosmos. It is all very confusing. You’d think I would know all about this as I am in communication with my Spirit Guides and Angels on a daily basis, however they don’t tell me everything, saying that is not your path. So beit, i say.

Back to Jem. He has travelled the length, and breadth and depth of all of the Cosmos put together. He is as old as the oldest galaxy, universe, cosmos and what ever else is bigger than any of those. He is, simply, Jem. God of all, Creator of All. All is what he knows and he keeps a pretty tight reign on everything that happens within his energy reign. At the end of the day, he is the first one standing and the last one standing. He is the Apha and Omega of  his Quatrain, he sector of the Cosmos, Universe, and Galaxy and then some.

He has arrived at the letter N and as such, is busily thinking and planning the next “Earth”. This time around he is planning on calling it Narramine. Of course all the basics are done, he just needs to tweak a few strings here and there and then Voila! Earth shall be formed. He is so adept at it now that he creates what he needs and leaves them for a few trillion years or so until he is ready. Now it is Narramine’s time to come to fruition and through the Genesis Factor. All in good time though.

First he must get over his terrible headache to that which he has awakened. It is a loud, very loud and constant pounding in his head. It feels like there is a little man inside his head beating the huge drum over and over again. He remembers that there were drummers on the old land. They used to beat out words and he used to know their secret language. In between pounding, he tries to listen to find out what this pounding is telling him. In the end, he realises that it is just his headache. That nothing will cure it better than some of his favourite drink…..

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